You were a good friend of Shuichi Saihara, a boy from your parallel class. With that you were really his closest and almost only friend, as he was a rather shy and closed off person towards people he didn't know or didn't want to come into contact with.

You two had become friends over your shared interest of anime and video games, which is why you kept meeting up more often until you two became practically inseperable, meeting up almost every weekend if there was time for it. As you got to know him better, you also learned about his, almost obsession, with Danganronpa, a game and show you never really got behind, but you knew how important it was for him, so you just listened to his rambles.

But over the time he had also become severely more attached to you, not necessarily in a romantic way, but in a way that you were his only real person of trust and comfort, which you had gotten used to quite quickly. Even if it was a little weird and worrying sometimes how jealous he'd get over you simply meeting up with others, or even if you didn't have the time to meet up. But he always told you it's okay, so you didn't worry too much.

You were once again over at his house for the weekend, as you were both in his room on a late friday evening. You were sitting with your back propped up against his wall, his head was on your lap as another episode of Danganronpa was playing on his TV.

"You know, if I were to ever compete in Danganronpa, I'm sure I'd be the best detective out there."