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Chapter 4 of The Broken Cup is out!

By which I mean: the second half of what was supposed to be one big chapter is out. Cutting it in two was probably for the best; a certain someone refused to get off the soapbox.

Anyhow, enjoy the chapter!

My KuzuHina Your Name AU has just been updated!

The chapter count has, er, also been updated, because this chapter got too long and had to be cut in two. Knowing me, this might become a running gag.

Adding the tag opened my eyes to the tragic lack of Hajime Hinata & Natsumi Kuzuryuu friendship stories on AO3. It's not necessarily the main focus in my story, but it is still important, and I am happy to contribute.

Hello! Have a second, shorter chapter for my Dangan Ronpa 2 KuzuHina fic: The Broken Cup.

This is also my first attempt to use a work skin on AO3. I definitely recommend CodenameCarrot and La_Temperanza's very helpful tutorial if you want to try something similar for your own stories.

Happy KuzuHina Day, Dangan Ronpa fandom! Have a fic!

The M rating is a precautionary measure because later chapters are going to get dark; but if you've played the games, you should know what to expect.

I hope you enjoy!

Oh my gah–

The body sizes, THE BODY SIZESS!!! 😩😩😩

IS ANYBODY ELSE SEEING THIS??

Please go and show the artist some love 'cause they're art is so YUM!

I feel inspired to draw again.

Never posted this i think??? Well now I do

May I request more RoD Fuyuhiko and kidnapped Makoto? 😩

Oh boy, I've imagined this so many ways. Right now, I'm kind of into the idea of it being a very formal and dignified kidnapping.

Like, he's got that three-piece suit brand of villainy; he could send Peko to knock Makoto out and drag him home (and if they were close/dating in school, he does think of his home as Makoto's home, however complicated his feelings are now), but more likely he's sending a car to block Makoto's (walking) path and Peko climbs out and informs Makoto that the head of the yakuza would like a word and it's nonnegotiable.

Ideally (for Fuyuhiko), he does this before the Future Foundation gets to Makoto, but he'll find a way after, if needed. (And it's perhaps more interesting, story-wise, if Makoto has at least spent a couple of days with Future Foundation before Fuyuhiko can abduct him.) Whatever the case, he'll make arrangements to get Makoto alone, a car will pull up in front of him, and:

"Makoto Naegi," the gray-haired woman says. (Not like a question; it hasn't been a question since the killing game. At least, not a genuine one. It's so weird, to have other people know his name before he knows theirs.) "Your presence has been requested. The boss asks that you get in the car without making a scene, and nobody gets hurt."

"The boss?"

"You won't know the details until you meet the boss in person." The young woman shifts her shoulders in a way that subtly hefts the sword bag strapped to her back– which she hasn't yet reached for. "Will you come willingly and save the lives of the companions who have lost track of you already, or will you resist, be taken by force, and guarantee the blood of your companions is shed?"

Makoto's confused demeanor hardens, sharpens, the adrenaline pumping in his veins sending him right into trial mode, ready to argue, to push his way to the right answer.

But before an argument can form in his mouth, he takes another breath. And he says, "They won't be harmed if I get in the car?"

They will lie to you, he's been told. They will trick you. It's not like Enoshima's game; those aligned with despair have no rules, no honor. Especially not if they valued those things before.

"The boss gives his word," the young woman replies. "They won't be harmed."

If she's telling the truth, then he has to get in the car. If she's not...then she still has a sword, is the thing. And even without it, she's bigger and he's alone.

"Then I hope your boss doesn't squander his word," Makoto says warily.

"And I hope you aren't stalling." Strangely, the young woman smirks. The look she's giving him now is almost fond. "I've told you once before that you aren't good at it. But you don't remember that, do you?"

Before he can wrap his head around that, gunshots start going off somewhere.

Makoto's blood runs cold, at the sound of far-off screams. "You said they wouldn't-!"

The young woman merely sighs, rolling her eyes and drawing her sword from her bag as languidly as though it's a tedious chore. "They're early," she says. "Heads will roll for that. My master wanted you to come willingly. It would have pleased him a great deal."

Makoto does his best to run, but she strikes him with the hilt just hard enough to dizzy (and no doubt bruise) him, and while he's disoriented, she hauls him into the car and locks the doors.

She buckles him in while he's blinking the stars out of his eyes and nursing the sore spot. By the time he's steadied himself enough to try to unbuckle himself or reach for the car door, her blade is already hovering at his throat.

She's sitting beside him, also buckled in. The car has started moving– some faceless driver, divided from them by tinted glass. "My master would prefer that I deliver you to him untied," she informs him, "but I am permitted to bind your wrists and ankles, should you make it necessary."

"Who are you?" he asks.

"You don't need a name to address me, with only two of us here. And once I deliver you to the boss, there will be no need for you to address me at all."

"But who are you?"

With a single, almost imperceptibly swift motion, her sword returns to its bag. "I am the sword on my back," she answers. "Don't waste your questions on a sword."

He falls asleep in the car; it's a long-ish ride. He doesn't mean to nod off, but subconsciously there's an assumption that when the car stops, he'll naturally wake up.

This does not happen.

Instead, he wakes up in someone's private study.

There are bookshelves, a big wooden desk and cushioned chair. The lights are off, but there's a fire in the fireplace. Makoto is sprawled across a small couch. The gray-haired woman stands with her back to the wall and her hands folded.

And a small figure stands warming by the fire. His back to Makoto, his whole form shadowed.

"You know," the young man says, "I really didn't expect you to survive."

Makoto's hand finds the sore spot on his head again. (For some reason, he's thinking of Mondo.) "I, uh, get that a lot."

A breathy laugh. "I'll fvcking bet. What else do you get a lot?"

"...That I'm short in person? That I should've told someone about Sakura. That I should see a doctor, because that fall might have caused internal damage. That my voice sounded kind of squeaky on TV. That my eyes actually look browner than they expected, or greener. That Sayaka..." He trails off. People...say a lot of things about Sayaka. That they used to be a fan of hers but would never see her the same, that they were still a fan and they hoped it was okay with him, that they'd been rooting for Makoto to figure out her plan before...Yeah, they say a lot of things.

Why is he telling a stranger any of this?

Is he stalling, knowing this conversation is likely to get a lot less friendly soon?

It doesn't feel like it. He does feel the dread of knowing that this abduction is clearly not a friendly one; he heard the gunshots earlier. He remembers that. But something in the way the young man at the fireplace laughed, the way the gray-haired woman smiled, before...He doesn't know them, but it seems like they know him. Not in the way of the people who feel they know him from watching the killing game. Talking to them feels like talking to people who actually know him.

"That Maizono b!tch," the young man scoffs. "I could have thrown up, watching you fawn over her fake *ss all over again."

And just like that, Makoto's curiosity takes a back seat. "Don't call her that!"

"Traitor-*ss b!tch. I was glad she died first."

Makoto springs to his feet, but he's barely taken two steps in the young man's direction before the gray-haired woman has once again blocked him with the edge of her blade. "Sayaka wasn't a traitor! She never wanted to hurt anyone! That was just what Junko drove her to!"

"...And that's saying something," the young man continues, ignoring Makoto's interruption, "because I was really wondering what it would feel like to watch you die. What I would become, after. I was really fvcking curious. Still am."

Makoto's fear doesn't supersede his anger; it just shapes it. "I don't know who you are," he says bluntly.

The young man's head turns slightly, but other than that he doesn't respond.

"Who are you?"

"The kid wants an introduction." His head turns toward the gray-haired woman. Though Makoto can't see his face, the smirk is audible in his voice as he continues, "Only, suppose we like to be forgotten."

"I figured you were probably someone I used to know...right?"

Once again, no verbal answer.

"Both of you," he continues. "Maybe...from my time at Hope's Peak Academy, or maybe-"

"Did I say his *ss could speak?" the young man inquires.

"You didn't, Young Master," the gray-haired woman says.

"I don't know what you want with me," Makoto continues firmly. "Or, what you think you're getting out of bringing me here, so it would help if you'd just tell me." After a second of silence, he added, "If you're someone who thinks I killed Junko-"

"You didn't kill Junko." The young man turns to face Makoto, but the darkness in the room and the fire at his back still make it impossible to really see his face. "Junko went out on her own terms. You didn't even push the button; all you did was win an unwinnable game. And those dumb*sses sure were desperate to hitch themselves to a winner."

"Who are you?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still fvcking pissed off that we all missed out on Plan A. She told us all about the execution she'd put herself through if she somehow lost, but Plan A was always a surprise. She was so sure she'd win."

"Who are you?"

"But that's not why you're here." Suddenly, the young man grabs a fistful of Makoto's shirt and drags him close. They're face to face. Makoto sees golden eyes and freckles. "No, you're here because I was denied the chance to watch you die. And like I said, I'm really fvcking curious."

Before Makoto can conceive of a response, he is shoved backwards to the carpeted floor.

"Take him to his room."

"H-Hey...!" Makoto winces as the gray-haired woman grabs him by the upper arm, yanks him to his feet, and drags him from the room.

Rise Of The Hopeful Brat

Makoto is caputured and taken to the nearest RoD which so happens to be Fuyuhiko. Fuyuhiko has watched the killing game, he's seen enough to know what the hope-filled bastard is like and he's pretty sure he can handle him before tossing him to the others where they could then decided what to do with him. It would be a piece of poisoned cake...

He was wrong, so fucking wrong.

What was supposed to be a simple hostage situation quickly turned into the WORST babysitting gig he has ever gotten, granted he has never babysat anyone but if he had this would be the worst. It had only been a day since his kidnapping for the brat to start acting up. Somehow he got free and started treating the Monokumas he set to guard the place as his personal fucking throw toys, aiming at any and everything in his sight, Fuyuhiko included.

Oh but it didn't stop there, no no no.

On the second day he got free again and found the generator that was used to give his place power and destroyed it with a sledgehammer he found, luckily there was a backup one Kazuichi had made so he made do with that but his important communication line was fucked up for a while.

On the third day the little fucker had somehow gotten out AGAIN (he was going to kill those useless guards) and this time he found the control room, which was supposed to be secretly hidden, he was using to control monokumas that were fighting Future Foundation agents and used them to help the agents. It was good thing for Fuyuhiko that Makoto was absolute shit at controlling them otherwise he'd be in serious shit, but, it still gave the agents enough time to do damage on their numbers.

On the fourth day the kid was just being an annoying prick. Destroying any and all breakable things in the kitchen, which means a lack of silverware, plates and bowls for a while.

On the fifth day he–

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING GARDEN, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN YOUR ROOM."

"I'LL GO WHERE I WANT!"

"TAKE THAT SHIT OUT OF MY GARDEN."

"I'LL SHIT IN YOUR DAMN GARDEN."

Fuyuhiko was on his sixth cigarette of the day when the time came to meet the rest of the RoD, which was saying a lot since it was only 11:40 a.m. in the day. His hair had grown a little longer, there was peach fuzz starting to grow on his face, dark circles around his eyes and his usual put together outfit was disheveled unlike anything it had been before he, unfortunately, captured the brat.

"Woahhh, did baby gangsta get taller?" Ibuki questioned in her cheerful tone.

"You look like shit!" Hiyoko countered.

Fuyuhiko looked away from them and stared at Makoto who was being restrained in chains with locks and cloth covering his mouth by Peko. The eyes that looked back at him told him all he needed to know. That little fucker enjoyed every single thing he had done and doesn't regret a thing.

Makoto and Fuyuhiko Keep Meeting In Very Peculiar Situations.

It starts off small like Makoto running into Fuyuhiko while out of Hope's Peak only to escalate to him being grabbed and held hostage by the Kuzuruyu Clan because he was mistaken as their target. It keeps happening and becomes a running theme where everyone expects Makoto to show up captured sooner or later.

"Just so you know, this could've gone much easier if you— WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Lifting the bag off the face, expecting to see the bastard.

"Heyyyy senpai..." Makoto's voice coming out more nervous than afraid, "Nice suit by the way."

"DON'T TRY TO EASE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS YOU LITTLE SHIT."

SAME VOICE ACTOR, DIFFERENT PEOPLE

"At least she's smiling."

- Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko

Beyond Pissed or Planning your Death sprite

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu and Juvia Enochian's Past pt 2

"Then, why am I here?" she asked. "It's not safe for you out there," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "That, and we...um..." "We what?" she asked. "We just want you to be safe," he sighed, "We can't have you wandering around." "So, you just wanna keep me locked up in here," she narrowed her eyes, "Is that it?" "We want you to have a normal life." "I want a life? Hahahaha!" she chuckled, "I have no life!" "I..." "I don't need you," she said, "You're scared of me.... Just admit it...." "No, we're not scared," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "We just think you'd be better off staying here." "Yeaaaah," she sighed, "You're afraid of me..." "No," he shook his head, "We're not." "What are you so afraid of," she put her hands on her hips, "You can't handle me?" "A-As I said," he stammered, "We just want to protect you." "Hahaha!" she laughed,

"Do this for me.... Don't. Expel. Kuzuryu.... Understand?" "W-What do you want?" "It doesn't matter," she sighed, "Just do it," She glared at him, "I don't want to see you. Okay?" "O-Okay," he nodded, "I won't." "Good," she turned her back on him, "I gotta go." "I'll walk you," he said. "No," she replied, "I'll be fine," She stood in front of his office and patted her pocket, The Yakuza boy was in shock of what happened, he looked back at the headmaster. "What just happened?" he asked. "She's...special," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "Don't worry about it." Fuyuhiko just sighed, "Okay," "Come on," he opened the door to his office, "I'll show you out." "No, it's okay," Fuyuhiko said, "I can do it myself." "Are you sure?" Headmaster Kirigiri asked. "Yeah," he nodded, "I got it." "Alright." He was still in shock of what just happened. He was walking down the hallway towards his class. "Why would she do that?" he thought, "What's her problem?" He reached his class and saw that everyone was there. He went to his desk that was next to his childhood friend/bodyguard Peko Pekoyama: Ultimate Swordswoman. "Is there something wrong, Young Master?" she asked. "I-I'll tell you later," he answered. "Okay," she sat down, "Please hurry." He sat down in his desk and took out his notebook, "Class," Chisa Yukizome, the teacher of Class 77, said, "We have a student from Class 66 joining us today. I was informed that her entire class was expelled so, she's going to be with us for the whole school year," she gestured to someone to enter the classroom and to Fuyuhiko's surprise, it was Juvia, "Everyone, Meet Juvia Enochian from Class 66." Everyone said hi to her while Juvia just stood there, "Juvia," Chisa called, "Are you okay?" "Yes," she answered, "I'm fine." "Alright," Chisa sighed, "Please do have a seat." The Encyclopedia walks through the class and found a seat right next to Sonia Nevermind, The Ultimate Princess. "Um...," Juvia said, "Can I sit here?" "Sure," Sonia replied, "But, isn't the seat next to you... taken?" "I don't care," Juvia smiled, "It's fine." "Okay," Sonia replied, "If you say so." "Please have a seat," Chisa smiled and Juvia sat down. "I take it you know everyone here," Chisa asked. "Yep," she nodded, "I tutored some of them." "You're a tutor?" "Yup," she nodded. "You must be really good." "Thank you," Juvia smiled. "Now, let's start the lesson," Chisa took out a book from the shelf, "Today, we'll be discussing Romeo and Juliet." "Doesn't that play suck?" asked Chiaki Nanami, The Ultimate Gamer. "We'll get into that," Chisa smiled, "After we finish reading." "Ah." "Juvia," Chisa called, "Why don't you recite it for us?" "Ahh," she stood up, "Yes, ma'am." "Start," Chisa smiled. She took a deep breath and said, "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." Everyone gasped, including Fuyuhiko, "What...was that?" "It...it was amazing," Sonia stuttered, "How did you memorize that?" "I...," Juvia paused, "I read it many times." "It's...amazing," Fuyuhiko muttered. "Thank you," she smiled. "You...you must be...," Sonia stuttered, "A genius." "I think you're mistaken," Juvia shook her head, "I'm just a simple girl with facts." "Huh?" Sonia blinked. "Didn't you hear what I said?" Juvia asked, "I told you I'm a tutor, which means I tutor people about different subjects, including Shakespeare." "Oh," Sonia blinked, "I thought you were a genius."

"They said that I am, okay?", she said mildly annoyed. "Okay," Sonia apologized, "I apologize for my misunderstanding." "It's okay," Juvia shrugged, "I get insulted like that all the time." "I can't believe it," Sonia muttered, "You're the nicest person I've ever met." "It's probably because I'm used to people insulting me," Juvia replied, "That makes me a good tutor." "I...," Sonia sighed, "I guess you're right." "Now," Chisa interrupted, "Let's continue." Nagito Komaeda, The Ultimate Lucky Student, stood up with the book and read, "O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell; When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!"

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu and Juvia Enochian's Past pt 1

Juvia is known as the Ultimate Encyclopedia and is a member of the Student Council of Hope's Peak Academy. Even delinquents are afraid of her. She was talking with her Moral Compass friend, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu heard rumors about Juvia, but never met her yet.

He was walking down the halls until he saw her with her back turned. He scowled, "Oh great, a stuck up know it all. What are you, the Ultimate Know-It-All? You think you know what's best for us delinquents, don't you? I don't take kindly to being bossed around, you hear me? You can take that authority complex of yours and shove it up your-..." She turned around and he saw her sweet face with blue glasses that shows her dark chocolate eyes and pale orange lips, her skin is a sun-kissed tan skin and brown hair tied in low pigtails.

She looked him straight in the eyes and she saw his scowling expression. She tapped her pen on her notebook and said, "Are you talking to me?" "Well, yeah, who else would I be talking to? I'm the only one in this hallway," he raised his eyebrow. She giggled, "Sorry, I was double checking my schedule for students who need me as their tutor," She closed her journal, "Is there something you need?" He narrowed his eyes, "Why do you want to know?" "It's just polite to ask," she tapped her pen on her journal, "Now, is there something you need?" "Yeah," he sighed, "I'm here to meet with Headmaster Kirigiri about my schedule. So, do you know where he is?" She nodded, "Yes, he's in his office. Would you like to come with me?" "Um, yeah," he followed her down the halls, "What's your name?" "Juvia. Juvia Enochian: Ultimate Encyclopedia, not Know-It-All. Class 66.", she answered adjusting her glasses. "I'm Kuzuryu, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu. Class 77." They stopped in front of the Headmaster's Office, "Is it alright if I ask you something?" "Go ahead," she replied. "What is it about delinquents that you like so much?" Juvia tilted her head, "Well, they like me, not me liking them. They knew about my Mastermind of a father... so... Ya know what... I don't wanna talk about it..." Fuyuhiko sighed, "I get it. That must have been hard for you. I'm sorry for asking." "No, no, it's fine," she smiled, "Come in," she opened the door, "Headmaster, Kuzuryu is here." "Oh, good," Headmaster Kirigiri smiled, "Welcome, Kuzuryu. Please, have a seat." "Thank you," he sat down, "So, what did you want to talk about?" "Well," he scratched his chin, "First of all, thank you for coming to talk to me." "It's no problem," he folded his arms, "So, what'd you want to talk to me about?" "You're not gonna like it," he sighed, "You got expelled." "What?" he gasped, "Why?" "Well," he sighed, "You started a fight with a student." "So?" he asked, "What happened to him?" "He didn't show up the next day," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "So, we assumed you killed him." "But I didn't," he said, "What proof do you have?" "No one saw you do it," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "But they saw you after that." "They saw me?" he asked. "You weren't hiding your face," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "That's enough evidence." "Um... sir," Juvia squeaked, "You know he's not a bad guy, right?" "I know," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "But, that's what the Academy is for: to keep bad people out of society. We don't take chances." "But..." "I'm sorry." "Then what about me," her tone changed from 0 to a perfect 10 really quick, she sounded dominant and powerful like a grown woman, "You heard about what my father did to the other classes and yet I'm here....," she slams her hands on his desk, scaring him with her now glowing golden eyes, "Do I count as a Bad Person?" "N-No," he replied, "Of course not."

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu Flustered

Day 15 of drawing every danganronpa character

me and friends were joking in a discord server and i ended up making a danganronpa animatic of the magic school bus intro, enjoy

I have a survivor AU killing game

And in it; Fuyuhiko takes Kaito's place to help Shuichi through the game. Because he sees the man struggling and he's gonna help the man out.

Wanted to share

(Their memories are wiped of their previous killing game)

what's ur opinion on Fuyupeko? that's my favorite ship but im not even sure if you like sdr2 =3=

I like it, Platonic only though

I've lost alot of interest in every DR game or anything that doesn't involve V3 recently but Peko and Fuyuhiko did always strike me as way more the sibling type of relationship

I don't mind if anyone ships it, It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, and I can tolerate it in a fanfic if it's there but I do really prefer it platonically😋👍