Danganronpa Clothing Novels & Stories

“The forty-eighth anniversary of the company Miss. Your clothes have been provided by the hotel….” “It must be the woman’s choice, right?” Damian interrupted, smiling bitterly. Seeing the opponent’s response to silence while blinking a few times made him know immediately that his guess wasn’t wrong. Quickly go inside, then open a sizeable cream-colored cupboard. Indeed, fortunately, the clothes hanging there were very wearable. Gray suit, combined with dark denim tie and matching pants. The man was already worried, to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat. Only Almeera could make a vampire shudder in horror.

Darren replied, leaning down to kiss her once more before he left. He made his way down the stairs and into his study, where he had a small wardrobe of clothes. He rummaged through the selection, trying to find something appropriate for the Council meeting. He finally settled on a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery, paired with black trousers and knee-high leather boots. The tunic was loose and flowing, comfortable enough for him to move around in, but still formal enough to show his status as a nobleman.

Some of them had clean shirts and trousers which he could use for himself. Darren rushed towards one of the guys who had only his head chopped off. His shirt has a bit of blood splattered on it but it wasn't too obvious. However, he was baffled when he realized that there was no way to put off the T-shirt without staining them with the blood that still flowed from his headless neck. He looked around again and soon he found another who had on a jacket. Darren quickly moved towards him and took off the jacket to put it on. Kyley looked at this with a small frown but looked away when something came to her mind. She looked around the place to find the bag of dress which Darren had bought for her

A shopper. Caspian must be someone who shops a lot to be able to get such an amount of accessories in his possession. Tightening the rope of the robe she wore, Anna took a step further into the walk-in closet, at the shirts hung neatly in his closet. They were mostly in black, gray, and blue, a few in red, probably made for marriage ceremonies.

I played music from my phone. I settled on a plaid shirt, which I tied above my belly button, low-waisted jeans, and dark boots. Donae changed into this beautiful gold-like crop top with spaghetti hands that made her runes shine across her skin, while Daia had gone with a short jean gown that showed her figure. I did all our make-up and hair, being the only one good at it, and we were set to go. Donae walked, “Do you think we should tell the Alpha before we go out?”

“We can start with the Den. Check in on everyone. Make sure the pack’s still getting along. And I want eyes on the wounded.” I nodded. That made sense. Routine helped. Purpose helped more. I crossed the room and crouched in front of the suitcase Loria had lent me. Flipping it open, I stared at the pile of human clothing with a mix of suspicion and disdain. My fingers pinched a thin, strappy thing made of some silky nonsense. “Ridiculous human clothing,” I muttered, digging deeper. Finally, I pulled out a soft, cotton dress. It was plain, a pale green color, and didn’t have any zippers or tiny metal fastenings designed to trap a wolf’s fingers.

They looked unbelievably hot. Lucas wore gray sweatpants and a plain black turtle-necked shirt that hugged his body, while Damon wore an army green cargo pants and a white shirt. I raised my head to look at their faces and while Damon looked like she was shocked by the way I looked, Lucas’s face held something much different.

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

I crossed my arms. “She’s got a point.” Cory snickered and walked away. Dmitry sighed. “Danica. I like all the clothes. And I like you in the clothes. But I just wanted to see that you liked them, since you will be the one wearing them.” I shifted to lean on one foot. “Oh.” He looked me up and down. I was now wearing a pair of tight black jeans. The top he gave was grey and felt like the softest cotton I had ever touched. Dmitry paired it with a pair of cute leather black ankle boots. But this wasn’t a picture day outfit.

“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