Boku no Dangan Academia

Hope's Peak Academy is a school renowned for educating the best of the best and ensuring they have futures that others could only dream of. They say if you go to this school, you are set for life.

Enter Midoriya Izuku, the Ultimate Lucky Student and a killing game that plans to bring Ultimate Despair.

(My Hero Academia x Danganronpa crossover. Updates should hopefully be every Monday.)


3. To Cooperate

By the time we find the computer lab, about half of the class are already there. Tenya has a slightly disappointing look, though this appears to be directed at the fact Kaminari is shouting across the hall to Kirishima, who is in the group walking behind us.

It takes a few minutes for the last few students to arrive, but once everyone’s here, the door of the lab swings open, revealing Nezu standing there. He smiles brightly at us, but that only makes me feel more nervous as we all step inside the dark room, which is only lit up by the light of the computer monitors.

“Welcome to your first persuasion, everyone! Here you will all be assigned a video I want you to watch. I think you’ll find them… quite interesting.” With that, he hands each of us a DVD with our names on and directs us to a computer.

The DVD takes a while to load, but when it does, the first thing I see is my mum in the living room, smiling and waving at the camera.

“Hello, Izuku!” Mum’s voice rings through the headphones. “I’m so proud of you! You’re achieving your dream and hopefully making some friends while you’re at it.”

She thinks for a moment, before adding, “And I don’t know how hard that school will be working you, but I expect lots of letters, okay? There’s no excuse for forgetting your family!”

I smile to myself for a moment, thinking about how that’s exactly the kind of thing I would have expected her to say, before that smile becomes sad. If this school is supposed to be our entire lives, then that means I’ll probably never be able to send a letter to her. We’ve all been cut off from our families and encouraged to betray the few people we are in contact with.

However, I don’t have much time to ponder this before the screen changes its image. My eyes widen at the scene before me.

What was previously the living room I grew up knowing intricately, is now a dystopian shell of a house. And the brightly coloured sofa, with my Mum sitting in the centre, is now torn to shreds and completely empty.

The only sound coming through the headphones is broken static, a sound which continued as the scene changed again. This time, though, the only thing on the screen is brightly coloured text on a completely black background.

Want to know what happened to your friends and family?

You’ll find out when you graduate!”

The air is tense and by the expressions of the other students I can see, everyone else has reached the end of their videos as well. It’s Yaoyorozu who destroys the silence in the end.

“What the hell?” She yells at Nezu. “You can’t just threaten us with the suffering of our loved ones and then demand we kill each other in order to find out the truth. Shit doesn’t work like that!”

Nezu’s smile becomes strained at the profanity, but he continues to remain calm. “I think you’ll find, Miss Yaoyorozu, that I can and I just did.”

No one has any way of responding to this, so Nezu decides to make the next steep by being the first to leave. Just as he reached the exit, he turns quickly and adds, “Oh, and I felt we needed some rules around here to allow this new life to go as smoothly as possible. There are a list of rules in your e-handbooks, which have been left in your rooms. That’s all, so have fun!” He flashes a smile at each of us again and turns, leaving for good.

In the end, I think everyone felt it best to spend time in our own rooms for a bit. Between the now ever-present possibility that someone might be desperate enough to kill another, and the sorrow everyone feels at the threat of something unspeakable happening to our loved ones, there’s definitely some tension that needs easing throughout the school.

My mind is still reeling at that video and the fact that if I don’t get out, I may never know what’s happening to the only family I have. Insane plans and ideas of how to get out without taking a life are going through my head, but nothing seems sane enough so far that it could actually work.

I really need to get out of here.

But, is it worth killing someone for? What if the reality of it is terrible? Then everything would be for nothing.

As I continue to think, my ideas are only becoming more fantastical and random, which in turn is only pushing me deeper and deeper into despair. And, unfortunately, I have a feeling everyone else is feeling exactly the same.

I look at the e-handbook on my bed when I enter my room, but there’s not really anything of interest. The rules seem pretty straightforward. Don’t break down locked doors, don’t cause any harm to the headmaster. There’s a rule that says more rules may be added at a later date, but as long as they don’t make things too confusing, I don’t have a particularly strong opinion on this.

There’s not really anything for me to do to pass the time, so it just seems easier to sleep for a bit. I have no idea what the time is, since there’s no way of seeing outside, but it must be at least slightly late, right? The last thought I have is of my Mum, who might be scared or alone. It’s only been a day since I last saw her, but it feels like it’s been much longer.

... .... ..

When I wake up, it’s because of a knocking on my door. It can’t be morning already, can it?

I open the door to Ochako, tears steaming down her face. It seems easiest to just let her in rather than say anything, and she tries to give a weak smile as she walks past and sits on the end of the bed.

“Sorry, were you asleep?” she mumbles, looking at the mess that is the bedsheets.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” I say quickly, trying to reassure her. “Do you want to talk about what’s up?”

She shrugs, before thinking for a moment and beginning to speak. “I think I heard someone wandering around the school and it just freaked me out. The idea that someone could actually try to kill us is really getting to me, y’know? It’s as if my mind is trying to convince me that everyone’s a potential murderer.”

“I can see what you mean. It’s a difficult situation for everyone, but if we can find a way to get through it, we’ll get through it together.”

She accepts this and nods, before continuing. “I know, but Nezu seemed really confident that someone was getting killed. Plus, with the whole thing with the DVDs, and my famil-“

A strangled sob interrupts her. I’m not entirely sure how friends are supposed to comfort each other, but in this scenario, it seems appropriate to rub her back as she conveys the message she’s trying to get through.

“What if they are really dead?! I can’t die, Izuku, not while I know something terrible might have happened to them. I need to get out of here!”

“You will get out of here, Ochako. It might take a few days, or a month, but we will get out. You aren’t going to die. I promise.”

She looks up in surprise as I say this. We have no idea what’s really going on here, so it may have been a risk to make such a promise, but I still remain confident. What kind of a friend would I be if I couldn’t protect her?

“Thanks, Deku. You’re amazing,” she sniffed. “Do you think I could sleep in your room tonight? I’m too scared to go back to mine, especially when everyone’s a feeling like this.”

“Sure, but are you sure about that idea? It might look a bit weird for us to share a room for the night, right?” I ask awkwardly.

Ochako’s eyes widen as she thinks of the implications. What an idiot I am. She only wanted to feel safe and instead I made things weird.

“What if we switched rooms for the night then? I mean, no offense Deku, I’m not romantically attracted to you at all, but I really don’t want us to make things awkward with everyone else.”

The idea sounds alright. I’m surprised she trusts me enough to switch rooms and keys, but the expression she has seems to imply she has total faith in me, so the least I can do is agree to get idea.

We switch room keys and just as we do, Nezu makes an announcement saying it’s 10pm and officially night time. It’s not as late as I thought it was, but as soon as I’m certain the corridor is empty, I quickly walk to Ochako’s room, which is just across the hall.

Other than a different colour scheme, her room is pretty much identical to mine, so I waste no time flopping onto the bed and falling asleep again. Despite the fact our conversation was meant to soothe Ochako, I go to sleep feeling a lot more confident in my situation and those around me. I’ve already made two friends and will continue to make more in the days ahead, so at this point a murder seems nearly impossible. Our situation will soon be under control and everything is going to be alright...

I become more conscious as I hear Nezu’s voice loudly proclaiming that it’s 7am and time to rise and shine. If it was any other day, I’d mumble something incoherent and go back to sleep. However, the unusualness of my surroundings and situation keeps me from doing so. Half of me was hoping it was a dream, but at least I have friends to get me through the coming days.

I quickly knock on my door, but there’s no answer. Maybe Ochako is already having breakfast or accidentally fell back to sleep. Either option seems reasonable, so I shrug and go downstairs to get food.

About half of the class is already eating when I get down there. From Tenya’s cheery demeanour, I assume he succeeded in being the first to arrive. After me, slow waves of people arrive. Kacchan makes his arrival quite obvious by slamming the door open, whereas I never actually see Todoroki arrive (he kind of just appears). Kaminari, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu and Jirou all enter as a group, while Asui, Mineta and Ojiro all enter independently.

Discussion fills the room quickly as people talk about their findings. Everyone seems to have decided to forget about the DVDs, instead recalling discoveries of the unlimited amount of food in the kitchen, the impossibly strong metal covering every window and exit, and the cute, tiny supplies shop filled with stationary and trinkets. If it were any other day, I’d be excited to join in. But today isn’t like any other day.

My uneasiness is constantly rising at the fact that the rest of the class were digging in to their breakfast, while Ochako is still nowhere to be seen.

It’s only when Tenya questions it that I immediately stand up. Everyone’s eyes are drawn to my sudden movements, but all I can do is mumble something about checking on her, before darting out of the room.

Something isn’t right. I may not know everything about Ochako, but I get the feeling oversleeping isn’t the kind of habit she’d pick up, especially considering she’s such an industrial ultimate.

I reach my room again and start banging on the door, this time with urgency. Every part of my brain is screaming for her to just open the door, rub her eyes and apologise for oversleeping. Then we can continue as we were before and everyone can be happy.

Instead I reach for the door handle and find the door unlocked, despite definitely hearing it lock behind me last night.

I try so hard to keep any bad thoughts out of my head, but they’re taking over my mind and multiplying with every moment I spend still uncertain. I don’t even know what’s going on in my head as I yank the door open.

Then, all the uncertain thoughts go away.

And instead, they are replaced by the extremely certain, bad thoughts. The room is a mess – more so than a typical bedroom – but it also seems empty. I collect myself before knocking on the bathroom and checking in there, but it’s completely clean and empty. Looks like no one’s been in there at all.

As I walk out of the bathroom, a particularly bashed up wardrobe catches my eye. Of all the possible parts of the room that can give me answers, it seems the least likely. However, as everywhere else has been checked, it also makes me feel the most terrified.

I lift the door handle slightly and pull it open, and I suddenly have full view of the contents of the wardrobe. I have full view, that is, before I black out a few seconds later.

There are few parts of someone’s life that they know they will be unable to forget.

For some, it’s happy days like their wedding or having a child. For others, it might be less happy, like failing an important exam or being humiliated.

I, on the other hand, know I will never be able to forget (no matter how hard I try) the image of Uraraka Ochako, covered in blood, falling out of the wardrobe with a knife through her stomach.

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