danganronpa oneshots!

" naegami "

+ prince/bodyguard relationship. makoto is the prince, byakuya is the bodyguard.

— THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAW AND UNPROTECTED SEX, MUFFLING, BINDER ON IN SEX, GENITALIA AND PHALLUS MENTIONS, DACRYPHILLIA, AND MENTIONED HOMOPHOBIA. —

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"cmon! prince, time to wake up."

ringing..ringing..even more annoying ringing, then..
I woke up softly to a harsh light. my washed-out hazel eyes fluttered, pale eyelashes batting against my light eye bags beneath my eyes. i slithered up into a sitting position, and stared at the well-dressed man in my doorframe.

he wore a lavishing, pearly white button up. the collar was popped out, yet loose and messy. he clad a pitch-black vest on top of it. eyes drifting down, i took notice of the loose, black jeans he wore. they had a small luxurious leather belt, bringing the whole wealthy look together. his blue eyes and blond hair made it even better, too.

"your mother has educated me about your day. you must get up. I mean, you do have a princess to marry." he stepped foot into my dorm, humming a tune as he walked over to the blinds and windows. he grabbed ahold of the long, beaded string, and yanked it down. the curtains went up, flashing a bright sun directly in my eyes.

I winced, covering my eyes and curling my legs to my chest. "ugh- I really don't want to marry her." I groaned, plummeting my face in my palm. she knew nothing about me, all she knew was: I'm a masculine prince with a brittle voice. that's it.

"not like you have a choice," the servant shrugged, his pompous attitude slipping through the cracks; he had been reported by the princess for cocky, cutthroat behaviour, so now he had to force up a caring demeanour. I could see he hated it in his overly-squinted eyes and fake smile.

"if your mother chose you to marry her, that's what you have to do." he swung his short and blond mullet sophisticatedly. he suddenly hummed, scampering to my closet to choose out a outfit.

I groaned. "my mother is a fool. I don't even like her!" I defended myself, him just sitting there while listening. "she's so..princess-y! I don't like it. I don't want someone so..girly!"

he suddenly swung his head around. "well, do you even want a girl?" he asked, cocking a thin eyebrow. his comment made me shoot up.

"wh-what? of course I want a girl to marry! just..not her." I exasperatedly groaned. his denying glare made me swallow loudly, made me keep up my will to hide my secret. although I tried..I yielded.

"fine! I'm..I'm gay!" I quickly covered my face in my palms, feeling the veins pulse with how hard I slammed. as I thought I would be free from him, he grabbed my wrist and pushed one hand down.

silence..he knew I wasn't finished with my coming out.

"and I'm trans."

he just hummed, shrugging. he turned back to my closet, picking out a white button up, black suspenders, and some black jeans. what the heck? why was he just!?-

"a-wha..!? yo-you just don't care!?" I sputtered. gosh, my mind was scrambled. he just looked back at me—his blond hair was flattened, blue eyes glowing, glare sharp, and his silhouette aglow with the morning sun.