Chapter Text
(to be genuine this is more a concept for danganronpa 2&3 x project sekai because why not I suppose?
advice for this au and for my writing I will greatly appreciate I just really wanted to post this somewhere)
“He just payed his way through”
”He doesn’t have actual talent”
Of course those words rung through Tsukasas head. They always did, everyday, every night, ever since his parents decided to get him a spot in the reserve course. His younger sister, Saki, was already main course. She was the bright shining star of the family bringing praise and compliments from anyone she met.
Naturally, Tsukasa had to be the let down of it all. No talent, only managing to be in Hopes Peak Academy because his parents could afford the pay way in. He felt he should happier, but he wasn’t he just couldn’t, because he didn’t just want to be in Hopes Peak.. but he also wanted to be in the main course, to actually have a talent; a ultimate. Something that made him actually enjoy being here.
Along the way he met two reserve course students Akito Shinonome, a guy who seemed to be in a similar situation he was in, and Mai, who clearly seemed to hate Akito’s guts.
As much as Akito seemed to be in the same predicament Tsukasa suffered, he very much didn’t take it the same way Tsukasa did. Akito was confident that he would get to be in the main course with his older sister, Ena, and constantly proclaimed to be the “Ultimate Little Brother”. He talked about how all he had to do was open a spot in the reserve course and seemed to be targeting a young girl named Haruka Kiritani, Ultimate Photographer, a young girl who their classmate Mai was very close too.
As much as Tsukasa tried to get the two along it never seemed to work, until Akito was found dead, everyone assumed it was just some perv to be the killer. But in the eyes of Tsukasa, Mai felt like the only logical solution and after accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation between Mai and said Haruka he discovered the truth pretty fast. Soon enough, Mai was dead aswell.
Tsukasa did have a friend who attended the Main course,
Emu Otori, The Ultimate… Gamer?
She didn’t really seem the type.
He had met Emu one fateful day and they just seemed to click like they were destined to be friends.
and as she looked up to me
They played games together, making Tsukasa feel more worth it.
looked at me in the eyes
While playing, Emu would tell tales of Saki in class and Tsukasa would laugh knowing how much it was like his sister.
“Tsukasa.. please I know you’re in there”
It became a daily routine to hang out with Emu, he laughed and would talk about stories of Saki being a child in return making more giggles and memories.
”I don’t know about this Tsukasa you speak of”
Tsukasa was fine in the reserve course, even though he wasn’t ultimate standards he was happy enough with Otori being his friend.
….
Was he?
Was…He?
Was..
I?
The Hakumei Project.
The project to create the most talented human, a new version of the very founder of Hopes Peak, Hoshiko Hakumei.
I was offered to take part in this project, to be the new symbol of hope. At first, I wanted to decline I was happy enough being with Emu.
But I soon realised a talentless, worthless loser like me had no rights to be friends with a intelligent, important person like Emu. If I wanted to be friends with Emu, this project felt like the only place I had left to run. Of course, Emu told me many times I didn’t need a talent and I was good enough as I was.
But..
I want a talent.
no.
I NEED a talent.
To be worth it.
I have to.. I don’t have a choice.
Looking down at the bleeding, twisted body of a short pink-haired girl I didn’t really understand why I felt sad. Did I know her? Was she important? She didn’t seem important. How boring. I didn’t want to waste my time staring at her corpse but yet I couldn’t feel myself moving. Is this what despair feels like?.. No. It’s much worse than this.
and as I watched the rest of her former classmates cause despair across the city, it intrigued me. I need to know more, I need to..
I need to see which of them will be less predictable.