[ Keep in mind this was written when I had only read his wiki- so if he's off, I apologize. ]

"How the hell do you keep dodging?" You yelled, hurling another snowball at your friend's face. Gundham swatted the snowball away, bits of snowball flecks scattering everywhere.

"You cannot throw a snowball at a God, mortal!" he shouted, thrusting a hand at you before laughing, the booming sound echoing in the enclosed area. "Now, my Four Devas!"

You shrieked playfully, dropping the deformed snowball as his four hamsters shot out of his scarf, bounding over the snow and crawling over your legs.

"They're so scary!" you said, gently rubbing Cham-P's furry back. Gundham stomped his way through the thick snow, his hair and clothes speckled with snow.

"Do not take my Devas lightly," he huffed, extending his hand and allowing Sun-D to climb back up his arm back into his scarf.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, rolling your [eye color] eyes, but didn't mock Gundham any further.

"You have snow in your hair and on your face," you noted, brushing a bit of snow from his cheek. Gundham's cheeks seemed to turn a darker hue, then he muttered something as he stepped away from you.

"[Your last name], it's getting dark. We should both go home. You to your mortal dwelling, I to my throne," he commented, tucking his nose into his scarf.

You looked up, and he was correct. Dark tendrils crept across the sky, dark clouds warning of more snow tonight.

Gundham sneezed, a sound that resembled almost a timid cat sneeze.

"Yeah, we should go home," you said, watching the flushed Ultimate Breeder out of the corner of your eye and leaned against him, taking his arm as you guys trotted home.

X-O-X (HUGS AND KISSES!)

"Mom, I'm going to Gundham's!" you hollered over your shoulder as you walked out the door, not awaiting for an answer.

You hurried across the snow and crossed the street, [hair color] strands coming loose from your hat and getting in your eyes. You came to a stop in front of his door, ringing the doorbell.

"Come in... But thread careful, for this is the realm of hell..."

Gundham's voice was soft, almost tired. You tried the doorknob and the door swung open. Stepping inside, your eyes zero in on the curled form of your best friend on the couch.

His scarf was discarded, laid over the worn armrest. Gundham didn't have his jacket, either- it hung on the coatrack just beside you. His eyes were closed, his nose tinted with red.

"Gundham?"

"I'm fine," he grumbled, his eyelids twitching. "Just exhausted, th-that's all..."

You pressed a hand to his forehead, and his skin was unbelievably hot. "You probably have a fever."

"N-Nonsense! G-Gods don't get s-sick!" he sneezed.

You grinned at him, lacing your fingers with his warm ones. "Sure," you told him. "But it'll be fun to take care of a God like you."

X-O-X

Gundham hunched over you, pressing a damp cloth to my forehead. "So I got you sick. Fah. Gods do not get sick, you must have taken the disease from me. It had not affected me. But it did you, yes?" he questioned, cocking his head.

"S-Shut up..." you coughed.

He smiled, a genuine one that made your lips twitch upwards.

"But, I don't mind. For your company is one that brings out the blood of an angel that my mother had gifted to me."

[ Hello! welcome to my book of Danganronpa oneshots. I have been in the fandom since Nov. 2015, and proud of it. I have three roleplay blogs for three different characters, so I must say that I'm pretty involved.

I moved my oneshots over here so I don't clutter up my other oneshot book with Danganronpa oneshots - to organize, you know?

Anyways, this is very similar to my book on Ao3- under the same name- just a book of random things.

Probably angst. I love angst.

As of now, I'm not taking requests, but I may in the future! ]