You’re a high school student, which means your weekdays are painfully predictable.

Every Monday through Friday, your alarm goes off at exactly 7:00 AM, dragging you out of bed whether you like it or not. Nights are easier, though. No matter how stressful school gets, you always fall asleep clutching your Ishimaru plushie close to your chest. You’ve been a huge fan of Danganronpa for years, and Kiyotaka Ishimaru has always been your comfort character—the kind that makes you feel safe just by existing. So yeah, the plushie stays. Every night. No exceptions.

One morning, however, something feels… off.

It’s the weekend, but instead of the familiar, obnoxious sound of your alarm, you hear a voice. A calm, slightly groggy voice—one you recognize instantly.

“Hm… what…?”

Your eyes slowly open, confusion washing over you as you realize your alarm never rang. You’re still in bed. Still half-asleep. Still hugging your plushie…

Except it isn’t a plushie anymore.

Right beside you, arms wrapped around you just as they were before, is Ishimaru himself. Not fabric. Not stuffing. A real, breathing Kiyotaka Ishimaru, warm and solid, blinking in confusion as if he’d just woken up too.

Your Ishimaru plushie… had somehow become real.

And he’s holding you.