Achrins
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Verklempt - overcome with emotions
After the C-kira meeting matsuda and Yamamoto head for drinks. After a couple of rounds Matsuda's drunkenness is at a all time high, and he can't stop having a 'sicking stomach ache' lucky Yamamoto has a good alcohol tolerance, so he drives matsuda home,
Matsuda looks sad, distant. Yamamoto wants to know why. But the detective didn't want to burden Yamamoto today.
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Do You Love Me? by KATastrofic222
Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types
10 Jun 2018
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"Does he love me? Does he hate me? I don't want to know the answer..."
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- Part 3 of ???-verse
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08 Dec 2024
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Ripples by KATastrofic222
Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types
17 Oct 2018
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During a bad storm, Ouma is nowhere to be found in their dormitory. Fearing for his health and safety, Kiibo dons his favorite raincoat and sets off to find him.
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08 Dec 2024
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End Roll by KATastrofic222
Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types
11 Nov 2019
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Art...is all about creation.
That is what he learned from Yonaga-san, just nights before her untimely death. It was back when they still had the Student Council in force. With a few strokes of her brush, another masterpiece is born. The ability to create something out of nothing...that is what makes art so fascinating to him.
Creation isn’t simply confined to art, though. Iruma with her inventions, Kirumi with the meals she prepared, Shirogane with her cosplays…they all involved creation. That is one quality they all shared despite their differing talents.
The Killing Game has taught him plenty of things. Hardship. Friendship. Betrayal. Trust. Despair. Hope.
And most of all…
Kiibo glanced up at the Dome, watching a few shards of glass glisten against sunlight as it fell.
That there is also beauty in destruction.
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07 Dec 2024