nekosun here you are. This is the book I'm moving most of my Danganronpa oneshots to, so hope you don't mind it being over here!

The very first time Makoto Naegi and Kyouko Kirigiri kissed was in that small moment when they had left the academy, leaving a mass of dead bodies- bodies of their friend, their classmates.

"Naegi-kun," someone prompted.

Makoto snapped out of his daze, allowing the water bottle he clutched in his hands to fall to the ground. Immediately, he raised his hands up in apology. "A-Ah! Sorry, Kirigiri-san!"

"I'm fine with Kyouko."

That seemed to caught his attention. The lucky student lowered his hands. "But..."

"Anyone of this group can call me Kyouko if they wish. I believe we've gone through the experience that qualifies for you to call me Kyouko."

"All right..."

Makoto absently rubbed his thumb across his knuckles, debating his next move. His muscles were tensed, a fluttery feeling in his stomach.

Ever since she had saved him after his 'execution'... those feelings had become more and more intense to the point where if she even touched him, he had to leave the room due to his jumping heart.

Carefully, Kyouko sat down next to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her take off the silver-embedded gloves that usually covered her hands, revealing the burnt and scarred skin below.

She had been only uncomfortable in the slightest when she had taken off the gloves back at one of the trials, but she seemed to do it without fear now.

"They're ugly, I know."

"I wasn't thinking that!" Makoto protested.

A small smile seemed to curve her lips. Distant, cold, but a smile nonetheless.

Silence ensured between them, both of the two thinking. Makoto thinking of his new title, the Ultimate Hope. While he had saved the rest of them from falling into Junko's trap... he had failed to save her. To save either of them. To save Mukuro or Junko. Both had spiraled down the wrong path. What good was his title when he couldn't put any use to it?

"Naegi."

Upon hearing his name, Makoto turned his head towards her, and his heart immediately exploded in his chest.

Their noses bumped, but that didn't stop Makoto from forgetting the touch of marble-like, smooth lips against his own. Almost instantly, his face blew up in a wave of heat, unable to move.

He sat there, gaping like a fish until Kyouko pulled away, turning her face away so that he could only see her profile, purple eyes glittering in thought.

"A-Ah... K-Kiri- Kyouko... um..."

"That was a test," was her response.

"A-A test?!"

"Yes. I... hm."

Her eyes darted to him, and Makoto swore that he could see hints of a smirk on her face.

"How interesting."

The second time was a truth or dare with Aoi Asahina and some other Future Foundation members. Koichi was drunk, which was probably the only reason why he joined in. Chisa did it for fun. Sonosuke did it only because Ruruka was interested in how 'steely' the new Future Foundation member were.

They survived a killing game, how weak did you think they were?

"Naegi-kun!" Aoi clapped her hands together excitedly. "Truth or dare?"

"Um, t-"

"Do dare already," Ruruka complained. "Wimp. Me and Yoi-chan should go already!"

"Yoi-chan and I," Kyouko corrected calmly.

"I'll do dare, then," Makoto muttered.

Aoi placed her fingertips together, as if thinking deeply. "Hmmmmm..."

Her cerulean eyes lit up. "Oh! Kiss Kyouko-chan!"

"Yer kidzzies and romance nowwiedays," Koichi slurred. Ruruka gave him a harsh look and resumed to combing her fingers through Sonosuke's hair.

Makoto swiped a hand across his cheek, red scrawls making their appearance as his mind flashed back to the day where she did kiss him, lips cool against his own, and felt light-headed.

"W-Well, can I change my-"

"Nope!"

Chisa looked over at them in curiosity, a mischievous grin on her lips.

"But-"

"Get it over with, Naegi-kun."

Hesitantly, Makoto leaned over to press a light kiss on her cheek, but Kyouko tilted her head towards him in a millisecond, and all he can think of is her.

His fingertips seemed to have it's own heartbeat, and he could feel it thrum under the skin of his fingers, pounding as sparks raced in Makoto's veins. As fire crawled around his face, Makoto's hand involuntarily raised to cup her cheek.

"Whoa, whoa, I didn't ask for a full make-out session!"

At those words, Makoto jerked back, coughing awkwardly and averting his eyes from the former detective.

"Well," Kyouko closed her eyes. "I believe it is Naegi-kun's turn to ask someone the desired option?"

The third time was when she was okay.

"You may want to look behind you," was Kyosuke's parting words, inclining his head to gesture behind Makoto.

The luckster, scratched, exhausted, and smiling at the former student council president, caught glimpse of his other classmate's expression.

Aoi, one of relief.

Touko, one of surprise.

Byakuya, one of 'I knew you'd come back, cockroach'.

Makoto turned.

She was standing there.

She's okay.

She's okay.

She's okay.

Something burned behind Makoto's eyes in an instant.

Shoes pounded on the ground as he threw himself over to her.

"Kyouko!"

Why did you sacrifice yourself for my survival?

Makoto expected her to feel fragile under the impact of his hug. Burying his face into his hair, Makoto couldn't think of anything besides the sheet of lavender-purple that filled his mind.

"You're okay," he breathed.

"Yes, I am. I'm fine."

He had missed that smooth voice of her so much. His hands slid down to her wrists, holding them tenderly, with the gentleness that he had always possessed.

And he effortlessly closed the distance between their faces without a second thought.

Kyouko kissed back.

I love you and I don't ever want to lose you again.