Gonta’s Christmas Masterclass
Another @danganronpasecretsanta submission for Damien (@dokoel)
This was an idea I had involving all four of your favourites doing Christmassy things (It’s around 4000 words). I’ve also made a single character piece which I posted earlier today, in case you haven’t seen it. I hope that you enjoy at least one of these two pieces, and have a great Christmas and New Year!
Note: There is a spoiler for Gonta’s final FTE under the read more.
The hallways of Hope’s Peak were far quieter than usual, many of the students having chosen to return home over the winter holidays. However, there were some who chose to stay within the school instead, either because their talents involved looking after fauna or flora that they did not want to leave unattended, or because they didn’t have anywhere that they wanted to go home to…
Three such students were currently making their way through the hallways towards the kitchen, returning from a shopping errand set by their friend…
“Teruteru order lots of food this week!” Gonta commented, as he struggled to peer over the large box of drinks, baking ingredients and vegetables that he was carrying back to the kitchen for the cook.
“Indeed, it is most fortunate that you are here to help us carry it all.” Korekiyo agreed, as he carefully walked several steps behind his two friends, mindful of Teruteru’s instructions not to allow damage to the eggs or delicate sugar decorations he was carrying.
“Still, can’t blame the guy…” Ryoma started, shifting the rucksack full of meat he was shouldering into a more comfortable position, “Between his talent as a cook, and him inviting his mother to the school for Christmas, he’s got plenty of reason to want to put on an impressive feast.”
“You mean… this all for one meal?” Gonta exclaimed, as they finally entered the kitchen, where Teruteru was already busy at the stove, preparing pans full of cranberry, apple and mint sauces ahead of schedule. “Gonta not realise Christmas was so much work…”
“What… are you one of those guys who just sits back and watches their mother slave away in the kitchen?” The cook asked irritably, not looking away from the pans he was stirring, “I’d have thought better of a gentleman…”
“Ahh… Gonta sorry!” The entomologist cringed, “But… Gonta not remember any Christmases before now!”
“You… Ah!” Now it was Teruteru’s turn to look embarrassed, as he remembered Gonta’s upbringing. “I suppose your ‘forest family’ wouldn’t have even had a kitchen…”
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