Hey guys, so this is going to be my first Dangan Ronpa fic and I love Komaeda so much I just had to write a story on him. Anyways, this is going to be Act 1 of my three part Hope's Reconstruction Series that I plan on continuing(hopefully...) in the future however this can serve as it's own separate story.

This story is, for the most part, focuses only on Komaeda's past so yeah SPOILERS from his free-time events and his manga(at least from what I can get out of it since I can't read Japanese). Fair warning that I'll be elaborating on his past and will probably give Komaeda's character some slight OOC-ness but then again this is fanfiction so anything goes. But seriously, I'm really interested in the complexity of how Komaeda's character in SDR2 came to be so I wanted to have my own take on it.

Some dialogue in future chapters will be taken from the original game(s) but it's not going to be too much. Further apologies for any grammatical errors and other stuff I might have in future chapters.

But enough of my rambling, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Dangan Ronpa series.

Hope's Reconstruction

Act 1: The Endless Cycle of Good Luck and Bad Luck

Prologue

I'm not quite sure when I got my special talent they call "good luck". I would have to guess just like the other talented students of Hope's Peak Academy, since birth. That must be it. I've had this wonderful good luck ever since I was born.

Isn't that truly amazing? To have such a great quality brings me so much hope. Hope not for me but for the hope of my fellow classmates. It makes my very being shiver with delight!

Oh, it's alright if you don't understand it now. You'll soon get it. I have faith for all of us that my good luck will bring Absolute Hope. A hope that will overcome any despair. Despair can and will never win! I should know. Because of my luck, I have experienced many extraordinary things throughout my life. . . ah. . .haha. . .

They were extraordinary things weren't they?

Hmm. . . Well, I suppose not too extraordinary now that I think about it. There was always that bad luck.

Every time something extremely good happened to me, there was always something extremely bad to cancel it out. Or I believe it was the other way around.

But either way, the thing is, those were my own stepping stones to that hopeful future!

This cycle of good luck and bad luck; something as marvelous as that, has helped me realize what I truly am in this world.