Well, my first official piece of work that will be going up on this site. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous or intimidated, but I feel obligated to introduce myself, if only for this one story. Hello, I'm Elegance Silenced, but any nickname will do, since my name is quite a mouthful. I'm just a guy who writes in his spare time, and felt the need to publish this. Feh, if you want any personality-traits that I outright state, you can just check the first paragraph on my profile; I'm too lazy to reiterate them.

Alright, now for the concept of this story. Well, I decided that I wanted my first series to be unconnected. Anachronistic. Unorganized, yet still united under a single theme, being the rather underrated pairing of Makoto Naegi/Sayaka Maizono from Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc. This pairing is rather underwritten, as are most pairings in the fandom, and most of the high quality stories I see are of other pairings, or general pieces of work, or a combination of both. Now, I make no promises on the quality of these set of tales, but I will assure you that I will write them to the best of my abilities... However high that ability is, I leave up to you.

Some information. This will be a one hundred chapter prompt-inspired story, composed entirely of one-shots, (some interconnected, others just outliers), all starring the same pairing, which I had spoke about in my previous paragraph, and the chapters will vary in length, themes, world settings, and maturity rating, though I do not expect them to hit past Fanfiction's 'M' rating. I will assign each chapter a separate rating beforehand, to put more cautious readers at east.

Also, these will be written anachronistically, and will have chapters take place on multiple different timelines, though it should be obvious when you start reading them. I also have no beta, and am resigned to self-checking, so I will obviously miss a few mistakes.

(Obligatory Disclaimer at the first chapter: I do not own Danganronpa nor am I affiliated with any of its properties, this story is done purely for fun)

Now, this author's note has grown a smidge too long. Let us begin, shall we?

Chapter 1: Mellow
Rating: K+

Makoto Naegi was confused at how his classmates reacted, when he revealed that he and Sayaka Maizono were dating. He was more sanguine and bright about what his classmates would think, whilst Sayaka was more bearish and jaded about how people would react. The logical part of Makoto's brain told him to agree with what Sayaka was saying. After all, she was in the idol business, which was filled with cutthroat people, and she definitely has the intellectual capability and experience in the rough business to have realistic expectations, which contrasted greatly to Makoto's own, more idealistic look, but he remained steadfast in his beliefs, if only due to his optimistic nature.

Hope's Peak Academy, along with its students, was proving his thoughts very, very, wrong. Everywhere he went, he had people that, simply put, wouldn't leave him alone, haggling him constantly about him and the idol.

"Hey, Makoto, I bet she's only dating you for the publicity!"

Makoto ignored the harassment from his ruder classmates and begun envisioning the brighter, more cheerful aspects of his soon to come romance. Beach strolls, picnics, maybe even just a trip to the park. Each and every fantasy brought a fuzzy feeling to his chest, which helped to reinforce his patience when dealing with others. Soon, he would be out of his class and he could spend time with his actual friends, who were busy trying to discourage any hecklers from getting physically violent with Makoto.

Makoto inwardly laughed. Sometimes it paid to be friends with a baseball star, a biker slash gang leader, and a martial artist.

Someone jostled him roughly, snapping him out of his thoughts and knocking him off balance. Makoto stumbled backwards, astonished by both the sudden contact, and the sudden jolt to reality, before Makoto began to search for the source of the shove. A tall, hulking boy stared down at Makoto gave him his answer, a glare present in the taller boy's eye. Makoto gulped.

"Is there something I can do for you?" He asked, a bit terrified by the husky boy, who had ridiculously dashing good looks. He snorted, turning to stare off towards people who'd taken notice of them, which was quite a few due to Makoto's recent infamy.

"Why, I seem to have finally ascertained the boy who'd won over Maizono-san's heart," He said, his voice dripping with contempt and superiority. Makoto tilted his head, confused by the boy's hostility, as he tutted with disapproval. "Of all of the fellows that Maizono-san could have chosen as worthy... this is the poor sod who wins?" He said in disbelief. Makoto stared at him, realizing that he- and indirectly, Sayaka- had been insulted by this pompous boy, who had the looks and attitude to rival Byakuya's. Makoto smiled patiently.

"Do you have a problem with my relationship with Sayaka-chan?" He asked curiously, staring up, a combination of playfulness and tolerance on his face, evidently suggesting that he'd been through this. The boy clicked his tongue in disgust, as his eye scanned Makoto from top to bottom, and Makoto guessed, from the sour expression on his face, that he wasn't impressed with what he saw. The boy spoke once more.

"I'm shocked that Maizono-san," He spoke her last name proudly, as if he was delighted that he used the formal version of Sayaka's name, where Makoto had previously failed, "Would choose someone as... uncultured and untidy as you are," He admitted. Makoto rolled his eyes. He'd already heard this many times over, both from the media, and from his classmates alike. 'Maizono-san could've chosen someone so much better,' or 'You're no good for her,' were among the deviations that Makoto had heard in the single weekend alone, after Sayaka had revealed their status to the public. Honestly, he was getting a bit tired of it, but he had to keep up his patience, because he knew that anger would only incite more anger. Deciding to make a rebuttal to the boy's previous statement, Makoto spoke up.

"Well, I did something right then. She chose me over you, so that means that my uncultured behaviour is appealing to her," He said, mockingly copying the snide tone that the boy was using against him earlier. The boy scoffed at the notion.

"That's precocious. She's never met me. I wager that, if she had, she'd choose me in a heartbeat," He boasted.

"Oh, is that so?"

Makoto turned in surprise as he recognized the voice and presence of the intruder. The other boy had realized the identity of their newcomer as well, as he suddenly lost all his composure, and he began stammering, a small tint on his cheeks.

"M-m-maizono-san!" He said, his voice peaking at the end. The idol stared at him with ocean blue eyes, which were concealing the rage she stored for individuals such as the boy in front of them.

"Would you kindly stop harassing my boyfriend? I believe he's felt quite enough today," Sayaka said sweetly, her voice clipped with aggravation towards the haughty boy. Makoto was inwardly relieved that she'd decided to intervene on the situation, before it ended up any worse; most could agree that Makoto was a pushover when it came to ordering people around.

"B-but, Maizono-san, I simply refuse to believe that this... swine is truly your companion!" He said in disbelief. If Makoto was miffed at the statement, then Sayaka was outright peeved. Her eyes had grown dangerously dark, and she bit her lower lip in a bid not to lose her patience and simply begin attacking others. Fortunately for the pretentious boy, Sayaka managed to curb her rage enough to respond.

"Hmm... Would this be enough to make you believe?" She asked, before promptly sliding over and pecking Makoto on the cheek in a grossly exaggerated fashion, complete with the loud lip smack, latching on to his arm afterwards. Makoto's face slowly heated up at the display of affection, as he wisely decided to clam up any further. The previously proud boy's eyes were wide, as his mind had difficulty processing his situation. Sayaka giggled. "Makoto-kun, can we go for some lunch after school?~" She asked in a sweet manner, though Makoto suspected that she was just trying to embellish their relationship. He, nevertheless, nodded mutely, as the pretentious boy slumped over, his head hung in defeat.

"...Very well, Naegi. Maizono-san," Makoto rolled his eyes at the lack of formality with his name, "I shall take my leave," He said, defeated, before staggering off, his gait mismatched. Once he'd disappeared, Sayaka groaned.

"Honestly, if I get one more person criticizing us, then I'm going to start destroying some stuffed teddy bears," She said angrily. Makoto chuckled sheepishly, a bit flummoxed at the oddly specific threat. Sayaka quickly whirled on the brunette. "You need to start fending off these people more, Makoto-kun!" She admonished, her eyes betraying her concern. Makoto, on the other hand, laughed, waving it off.

"Sayaka-chan, if I do that, then I'll just end up starting more riots over me, especially since people are waiting for me to trip up," He said. Sayaka sighed resignedly.

"You're too placid for your own good, y'know that?" Sayaka mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder. Makoto chuckled.

"I don't like the word placid. Maybe 'mellow' would work better," He corrected. Sayaka laughed as she detached herself from his arm, her earlier rotten mood pushed to the back of her mind, as she glanced up at the clock.

"Well, 'Mellow'-kun, where should we go for that lunch?" She pondered, the earlier crowd dissipaiting from the action, once the potentially violent situation had defused. Makoto blinked.

"Wait, what?" He said flatly. Sayaka chuckled at her boyfriend's sudden stunned tone, as she spoke.

"I did ask if we could go for lunch, remember? And, if I recall, you accepted," She said. Makoto blinked, as the memories from a few minutes ago suddenly fully sunk into his mind. He opened his mouth to protest, to say 'I thought you were just joking!', but nothing came out. Just simple, delayed jaw movements, as Sayaka's amusement rose further. "I wouldn't joke about a date, Makoto-kun," She sniffed, as Makoto blinked. She'd just answered his unasked question.

"How did-?"

"I answer your question?" She finished, her head tilted. A playful smirk appeared on her lips as she responded cryptically, "Simply, silly. I'm an esper!"

Makoto sighed. She'd given this answer before at random times, and it appeared that he'd received the answer once more. She never gave an actual answer, or even an explanation to why she gave such a mysterious answer, it was just simply "I'm an esper," and that was that. No further questions, discussions, or answers pertaining to that simple bit of dialogue. He raised his eyebrows dully at the blue-haired girl.

"Hmm... I guess we could go for something American, if that's alright with you," He mumbled. Sayaka smiled.

"Perfect! I'll meet you at the school gates, alright, Makoto-kun?" She said in affirmation. Makoto jerked his head, signalling he understood, as Sayaka chuckled. "Right. I'll meet you after school. See you then!" She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and a "Love you!", before she hurried down the hall, in a potentially futile attempt to reach her next class before the school bell would begin ringing. Makoto watched her run off, entertained at the spectacle, and he chuckled.

"This will be an interesting relationship," He thought amusedly, as he walked off towards a classroom in the opposite direction, the school bell ringing in his ears.

A bit odd for the prompt, so I'll explain. This chapter is mainly to highlight Makoto's mellow behaviour when it comes to dealing with haters that, inevitably, would pop up with a relationship with someone famous. It also gives some insight on how Sayaka and Makoto deal with these types of people differently. Sayaka being more violent and upfront than Makoto's pushover nature, for example.
mellow
: pleasantly rich, full or soft : not harsh, bright or irritating
: having a pleasing rich flavour that develops over time
: very calm and relaxed.