Amami's POV:

Oh boy, I'm late, it shouldn't be my fault though I had to help Momota pack up for leaving today-ugh who am I kidding the those two are going to be annoyed aren't they?

I quickly hurried through the halls as I approached the meeting room and opened the door, surprisingly even though I was over half an hour late only Shirogane was in the room waiting for me. She had her hair braided today, and her hospital gown seemed to hang on her body weighing her down. I smiled warmly and headed in as if I hadn't noticed.

"Hi Shirogane, how are you doing?" I asked, her eyes widened turning back to face me, she had deep bags set underneath her eyes, "oh...I'm fine, Akamatsu couldn't make it today..." she told me.

"Oh? Why?" I asked concerned, ever since we met for the first time we had always vowed to meet at least once a week. Whether that be to chat or just play some board games Maiko had brought us from the outside world, so far half a year later we had kept our promise.

"The doctors tested last night to see whether Akamatsu had healed enough, or had stopped subconsciously tried to strangle herself...she didn't stop," Shirogane said disappointed, I looked down.

When the staff realized that Akamatsu would keep subconsciously strangling herself, or suffocating herself in her sleep or with panic attacks they had started restraining her hands during the night to prevent her neck from further damage.

If they really did undo the restraints then...poor Akamatsu.

Shirogane fumbled with her hands, "she's recovering...she nearly broke her windpipe...it must have been a really bad dream..." she mumbled to herself, squeezing her hands so tightly her nails started to cut her hands.

I looked away.

"She's going to be upset when she wakes up, isn't she? We should probably plan something for when she wakes up" I suggested, trying to move on from the subject, "what can we do? It's not like we can go to the store or anything really..." Shirogane reminded.

"Hmm...we can make her a card?" I suggested, Shirogane laughed pitifully, "a get well soon card? That's cheesy...but it might make her laugh so yeah...let's make one" she said, "great, hmm...what's funny to Akamatsu...?" I pondered as Shirogane began walking around the room for any sort of paper.

Her hospital gown had been switched out for one with long sleeves, her arms bony as they occasionally peeked through with the white bandages underneath, her skin was a sickly kind of pale.

I pretended to be thinking of jokes.

"Oh here's some..." Shirogane said facing me, she held a small packet of colored pencils and a piece of paper before heading back, she then looked back at me, "well?" she asked, "sorry...still haven't thought of a good joke yet...hmm...oh! Ouch! Stop making me stick my neck out for you!" I joked.

"...really?" Shirogane asked I could hear the joking annoyance laced in her voice, "what? I thought it was clever?" I asked confused, Shirogane rolled her eyes, "fine...but if she gets mad this is all on you alright?" she told me.

"All right, sounds fair," I told her as she wrote the joke down, "should I draw something? I've sketched stuff for cosplay stuff but..." she paused for a second, "I...I probably don't actually know how to draw...it was probably only in the game..." she realized, her voice was barely above a whisper.

...

"I'm sure you can, just try," I told her, she looked hesitant but eventually after more small prompts she picked up a normal pencil and began to trace. Her hand unsteadily danced it's way around the page, often Shirogane scrunched her head or wiped her brow of sweat as she carefully did her work before finally beginning to color and even ink.

While we had no real need to make the drawing look very nice, she seemed to be giving it her all just to do this one gesture, I smiled as I admired the process. When it was revealed it didn't pair well with the joke at all, instead what was left was a large portrait of Akamatsu, and how she appeared during her game. She had a warm smile, Shirogane looked down at it...

My eyes widened as I saw her quick and sudden tears as she quickly reached for the door, I grabbed her back instinctively. She looked at me, her face distraught "LET EM GO!" she screamed, "NO! Tell me what's wrong, please!" I begged, tightening my grip as she looked at me in pain.

"I KILLED HER! I KILLED HER AND THAT'S THE REASON SHE'S IN PAIN! I'M THE REASON WHY SHE NEARLY DIED LAST NIGHT! I'M THE REASON WHY EVERYONE WHO WAS EVER A BLACKENED OR VICTIM HAD TO DIE! I'M THE REASON! I'M THE CAUSE OF EVERYTHING-!"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE! Shirogane, yes you were our mastermind, yes you did control Monokuma and provide the motives that led our class to annihilation, but Shirogane that person wasn't entirely you, they forcibly transformed you into someone almost unrecognizable, they made you do it, SO DON'T BLAME YOURSELF! AKAMATSU DOESN'T BLAME YOU AND YOU KNOW IT!" I screamed.

She shook her head, "you're wrong...you're wrong, you're wrong, YOU'RE WRONG! I'M A MONSTER! WHAT KIND OF PERSON KILLS THEIR BEST FRIEND?! WHAT KIND OF PERSON HURTS THEIR LOVER?!" She screamed before her eyes widened.

My eyes widened as I let go. What...

"Lover...?" I asked confused, Shirogane didn't say anything her body shaking as she kept shaking her head, "I...I..." she mumbled, "Shirogane...calm down...what do you mean when you said we were lovers?" I asked confused.

Shirogane wiped her eyes before looking back at me "in...in the last game...we...I...you forgot...you forgot about that so I...I didn't..." she stuttered, her voice cracking. I didn't pry further.

When Danganronpa placed me in season fifty-three they made sure to...I guess the best word to describe the situation was to delete my memories of danganronpa fifty-two. So when I woke up in fifty-three, I had no actual memories just instincts...nostalgia I guess you could say when I first saw Shirogane but had no idea why...and found my tablet, which was the remnants of my fifty-second games personality compiled into a single data format...

Well after I died I had received some of my memories of the fifty-second game-barely-my only memories were mainly of the other contestants except Shirogane, it was as if you took a photo album but missed someone, only seeing parts of them unintentionally.

All that remained of those memories of her were blurry often appearing in dreams which I kept note of in case I forgot again, which I often did. It felt like a virus had invaded my head and every day I feared I had forgotten more than I realized whether that be myself before the games or what happened in the game themselves.

If something...if something as big as a potential relationship had disappeared...what else had?

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Shirogane's POV:

I walked back inside of my room, the entire area had been trashed but that was fine. I was the one who did it after all. No nurses dared come near the room anymore. It was almost more peaceful that way.

Amami and I had left after the subject of our past relationship. I never thought I would be the one to tell him, I had intended that he never would have found out even if he had watched season fifty-two because our relationship formed after the games had finished.

And no one knew but us two, a silent vow a week before season fifty-three was announced to us both, how out of the three fifty-second season survivors, two would be chosen for season fifty-three. And days later the third survivor...their name what was their name? Why can't I remember them? Why can't I even remember who they are? Well...I remember their fate only...that individual...well let me just say there were only two survivors to choose from after what they did.

We tried to fight them off only to be sedated and wake up after our individual demises, because of a contract we never even remembered signing. And now we're here. He forgot...and I did too for a few months...so why...why am I such a monster?

I turned my attention back to the anonymous mail I had received...

You should just die

Why did she get to live when best boy Kiibo died?! D:

She was so boring can't believe such a worthless piece of trash like her was the mastermind

Honestly, I had high hopes, wasted on her. #ShouldHaveBeenAChapterThree

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORING!

This girl is a fucking blueberry haired bitch...least it ain't Sayaka.

If I were this girls parent I would have killed myself lol

What kind of monster kills her own friends?

SAIHARA IS SO RIGHT SHE SHOULD JUST DIE! #DESERVEDIT

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I headed back to the bathroom, a thin tool in hand as I rolled up my sleeves...and prayed for some sort of peace.