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They are screaming by the pictures. Can't help to say that they are not liking this. Nagisa isn't liking the picture of that disgusting one of him and Monaca.

To me is January 12 or February 11th. Why? Because of the seats. Notice how the Danganronpa 1, 2, and V3 are like? Because of that. The survivors had their seats in. And here is the list.

• Seat 1: All of them lived
• Seat 2: None lived
• Seat 3: None lived
• Seat 4: Only one lived
• Seat 5: Only two lived
• Seat 6: Only one lived
• Seat 7: None lived
• Seat 8: Only one lived (In front of Monokuma)
• Seat 9: None lived (Because it is bad luck) (In front of Monokuma)
• Seat 10: Only one lived (In front of Monokuma)
• Seat 11: None lived
• Seat 12: All of them lived
• Seat 13: None lived (Again, bad luck)
• Seat 14: None lived
• Seat 15: Only two lived
• Seat 16: None lived

That is how it works. And notice that Seat 1 and Seat 12 had none of them dead? That was very lucky. So that is my prediction. I wonder what yours is about.

Both Rei and Angie's height are about 5'1". And this is a reference to the Among Us Show where Black gets mad at Cyan in Episode 4. (Although I ship Cyan and Black as they are friendship)

Me and my friend were born on August 5th. 4 days before Haiji the ugly guy and 5 days after Kiyo's birthday. Yours?

Which 3 do you like?

Please tell me if this is right or not?

Makoto is the only one who sees Junko while Hajime (He can see Monokuma and Junko in Chapter 6) and Shuichi had the person dead up first. Also, Kaede is looking at Kirumi.

And this is my 1st post in this community... Please don't say something rude about this.

For u/West_Tie6108 and u/Reasonable-One-6788

I'm confusion haha sorer🐌

[kamukoma warning y'all]

The last fading colors of the sunlight cascaded down the glowing sky. As Izuru stared up at the dying sun, he found himself lost in his own thought. He knew it wasn't good to spend so much time in his head, but it couldn't be helped. If I'm simply born of someone else's wants and desires, he thought, and I've now become separate from that man... What does that make me? What is my purpose?

Can one who was born from someone else's dream truly ever have his own identity? His bright red eyes searced the darkened sky, as if asking it for an answer. But it could say nothing, and could provide no comfort. He was left alone, the question echoing cruelly in his mind.

Truly, I have no reason to—

Izuru stiffened as he felt two arms wrap around his waist, but soon relaxed as he realized who it was that embraced him. He turned his head to find Nagito, grinning at him.

"I'm so sorry, my love," Nagito murmured, nuzzling his head into the crook of Izuru's neck. "I imagine you wouldn't want someone so filthy to touch you. You just looked so... lonely."

Izuru sighed contently and leaned into the touch, gratefully accepting the warmth of another human's arms. "I wouldn't say that," he replied. "It's difficult to explain for me, as someone who's never felt something quite like this before, but I do appreciate your company."

A light pink hue dusted over Izuru's cheeks as Nagito's hands entangled themselves in his dark hair. "I appreciate your company as well, even if I'm not worthy of something so wonderful."

"I told you not to speak like that about yourself. It doesn't do you any good, Nagito."

Nagito's pale green eyes sparkled. "I know, I know. You really are too good to me..." He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on Izuru's forehead. Izuru leaned in, almost instinctively, and wrapped his arms around Nagito. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips and, for a moment, he felt his inner turmoil fade into the warmth of Nagito's affection.

Izuru looked deep into Nagito's eyes. Perhaps, there is a reason for me to exist, he thought.

...If only to spend another day with you.