Danganronpa Character Birthdays Novels & Stories

“Well, I’ll catch you guys later. I want a bath before catching up on my sleep too.” Ren and Yuri both nodded. Tohya waved, disappearing down the hallway, leaving both Ren and Yuri behind. There was silence after that as Yuri walked down the hallway, turning her head slightly to look at Ren. “You coming?” “Yeah.” There was further silence before Yuri stopped in her tracks just then. “July 31.” Ren looked over at Yuri, a confused expression on his face. “Huh?” “My birthday,” said Yuri, turning towards Ren, a small smile on her face. “You asked me that before our mission, remember?”

"This cake isn't for Raven. It's for Dani. Today is her birthday—October 3rd." A brief silence filled the room. Ravenna pouted and buried herself in Mom's arms. "But, Danica isn't even coming home. Maybe she doesn't want to celebrate with us." Mom was just about to agree and criticize me for not coming home when Dad suddenly spoke, "October 3rd… Honey, that date sounds so familiar." He walked over to the storage room and took out the case report, flipping to a photo of a pendant necklace. "Look—is this it?"

"When you have time, come to my mother's grave and confess your mistakes! I'm sure that she will want to see you." "Your birthday is the seventeenth of September, right?" Jason asked with his hands behind his back. "How did you know?" The old man glanced at Jason's grandmother. After seeing her shaking her head, the old man then asked in confusion.

"You two make a fool of yourself, then I will answer." "It's September 22nd." "Is it?" Dante questioned, his dark eyes on me. I shook my head, only to gasp, when Allister grabbed the back of my nape and said, "Don’t lie, princess, that's not a good habit." A bunch of keys came flying at me, I thought it'd hit me in the face. I closed my eyes, expecting pain. But it went flying past me and hit Allister’s arm. Dante said, "She is not lying. Her real birthday is, in fact, not September 22nd, but June 22nd."

Rosette's POV "So since I passed your test, can I ask you something?" I started, staring at Damon as she scanned through my note for the second time. "What is going on with you today? You have been taking a lot of unnecessary permission, you can go ahead to say whatever you want" Damon answered without lifting his eyes up from the note. "What's your birthday date?" I blurted out. "4th of July" Damon replied almost immediately. "Are you serious?" I asked again in disbelief.

He can obviously tell that I am confused as he starts laughing more. “Date Alena, what is today’s date?” I feel the panic rise up inside me. What have I forgotten? It isn’t our anniversary as we already missed that. The girl’s birthdays are next week. Jackson’s is in a month. Grabbing the phone, I check the date. Not a chance. I put the phone down and begin shaking my head. “Do not even think about it.” I am serious. He better not! “It’s your birthday. Do you really expect us to forget? I mean, okay, last time, yes, but you were pregnant, I was meant to be dead, and well, things were all over, but now it’s your birthday. Get your ass out of bed and get dressed.”

I was so focused on how I’ll be able to get my position as the father’s daughter that I did not notice how much time have passed since I came back from the future. If it is next week, then there’s only few months left before the murder of Sorren will happen. My memories of the days before the murder aren’t that clear. I had to try more to recall the details before the month of May comes. “We need to celebrate it, my daughter,” dad said. “Even though that your real birthday is on November, I am still glad to celebrate the birthday that Sorren gave you.” So my real birthday is November and not May. It is the day of the death, and not the spring.

The application deadline arrived soon after. I was asleep in my hotel room when my mother called. “Sweetheart, the deadline is tonight. Log in and check every application again. Don’t let anything go wrong. I saw a story yesterday about a student whose college list was changed by a relative at the last minute. Just check yours one more time.” I had never told anyone my username or password, so I thought it should be impossible for anyone to get into my account. Still, to be safe, I took out my laptop.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me