Danganronpa Clothes Novels & Stories

A long sash lay beside it, black with gold thread, and three smaller ties rested on top as if they expected me to understand their purpose. Ronan’s clothes were no better. His were dark, woven cotton, layered with a cream inner shirt, black fitted trousers, a gold-edged wrap, and something that looked like a half-cloak, half-jacket with too many fastenings. He picked up one piece and stared at it. “Is this clothing or a puzzle?” Ronan asked. I laughed. I could not help it. The sound surprised me. It sounded almost normal. Ronan looked at me, then at the fabric. “I am serious,” he said. “This has no obvious beginning.”

I needed water, or something to distract me. Danny looked good, especially good today. He had on a maroon sweater that his mom had bought him for Christmas last year, with a pair of distressed jeans. Normally, when he wore sweaters, it was because he had a big day ahead of him, or an important interview with the local paper or someone from an admissions board.

I muttered, opening the door wider and letting him step in. Damon sighed, standing in the centre of the room and not walking further. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw, his head tilting slightly, and his face blank. I wondered what he was thinking. My gaze wandered from his slicked-back hair to his outfit. Damon was dressed up for the event. He was wearing a fitted black compression shirt, a lightweight leather harness strapped across his chest, holding three throwing knives. Although there was space for more. His black leather pants hugged his frame and accentuated long, strong legs that went on forever. He wore fingerless gloves, worn at the knuckles, and heavy boots that could squash small

Danny walked in and threw him a burgundy robe as Darrell said, “What the fuck is this color?” Danny laughed, “Now who’s complaining,” as he tamed his own blonde hair. Barefoot in black slacks and a white button-up, he walked to the coffee table and dipped down to snatch up his phone as Nate and Elliott appeared behind him, joking with each other about their ill-fitting clothing. Eli’s stocky frame was less slender than Danny’s so the grey slacks and black button-up tugged on him. The outfit was a barely contained stack of muscle. “I look like one of those insecure guys who wears his shit too tight to show off what he’s got.” “Or a stripper,” Darrell offered with a smirk.

"Pero may mas babagay pa sayo. Try the next one." Isa-isa niyang sinukat ang mga damit, at sa bawat pagsubok niya, hindi niya maiwasang mapansin kung paano tumitig si Raiden sa kanya. May kakaibang init sa mga mata nito. Hanggang sa dumating sila sa huling damit—isang light blue dress na simple pero elegante. Nang lumabas siya, hindi na nagdalawang-isip si Raiden. "That’s the one."

I commented as I examine his clothes as well, "So, go change!" We decided to pick clothes for one another so he ended up wearing a simple graphic cartoon tee paired with fitted dark denim pants along with those nike's. "You made me look like Dylan." Damon complained as he wore a plain baseball cap. I got out after changing into the pair of clothes he chose for me, "Hell no, Dylan look so much better." then I asked, "How do I look?"

I would no longer sit around, doing nothing important, like some trophy Luna. I rummaged through my wardrobe and stared in disgust at what I found there. My black clothes had almost entirely been replaced by loose-fitting, frilly dresses Aria and the pack doctor's had insisted that I wear. I shoved them impatiently aside and reached for my training clothes- a black pair of jeans with a black, tight-fitting tank top. I was mildly startled to see my mask among the clothes. I hesitated, then kept it aside. Once again, I would be that dangerous and lethal Alison for Dante's sake.

Liz and Gigi hadn't seen or heard from each other since that party that previous week and they were both doing such a good job ignoring each other's existence, filling the void weren't that hard for them both, they were used to it. "How about this one?" Nicky was rocking a short skirt with light blue raffles and a white crop top. That simple outfit was more expensive than Gigi's entire wardrobe probably. The thing with Gigi was that she loved designing her clothes, she felt powerful wearing them and everyone would compliment them as if they were from a famous designer, so it was a win-win situation for her. And even though she had the money to afford expensive clothes, she preferred using th

“Still I’ve been running away from home, for a long time, I know how to pack my belongings in a way that I can take whatever I want in a way that I won’t overflow even my ETC”, she muttered, “For now, I’m just separating everything so none of my essentials and liquids trip on to my clothes, I think even if I end up smelling like an apothecary, Ookami and every kid in school never mind the team will take a good step back”, she stated as she piled a few clothes on top of each other. Her clothes were simple, a mix of traditional Japanese clothes, assuming the few slinky silk and cotton long sleeved gown shaped clothes were Japanese by origin, and the others plain jeans and t-shirts, with a few

It is approximately the same outfit the woman in the security footage is wearing, right down to the specific cut of the jacket, the small black hat, and the distinct style of the shoes. Stanton lays the clothes out on the back of the couch. He walks over to the bar and pours two glasses of vodka. He hands one to me. I take the cold glass and stare at the liquor. I debate drinking it, my stomach already churning with anxiety. I take a slow, burning sip to quiet my nerves. Fifteen minutes later, there is another knock on the door. Stanton opens it, and Dana walks in. She is dressed simply in a soft pink blouse and a pair of fitted black pants. She isn't wearing a trace of makeup, her face enti