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Shuichi sighed as he looked around at their temporary room. The Monokubs had explained that they were remodeling the dorms, so everyone had to stay in the tiny hotel block they’d erected for that purpose. However, as there were only 6 rooms, everyone had to share. And apparently there were only 6 beds as well. In some aspects, he felt lucky to have the roommate- bedmate- he did. They were both rather small, so it would probably be comfortable enough. He’d have plenty of room. But, on the other hand, it was Kokichi.

He still wasn’t sure what to make of their resident villain. Nearly all the time, he seemed far too childish to really mean any harm, but the ease at which he seemed to accept their friends dying was a bit disturbing. He wondered if he’d ever seen Kokichi’s true feelings about anything. But dangerous or not, he was decently certain that he wouldn’t murder him in his sleep, so it was really the more mundane considerations that concerned him.

Sharing a bed was embarrassing and Kokichi delighted in making people embarrassed.

“Shuichi-chan!” a giggling call broke through his thoughts, and he refocused on Kokichi, who was bouncing on the bed, “Come to bedddd,” his voice took on a dramatized sensual tone and he flopped to the side, beckoning him forward.

“Kokichi!” he gave an involuntary squeak and covered his face with his hands.

“Is Shuichi-chan embarrassed to sleep with me?” Kokichi tilted his head to the side, finger prodding at his cheek in a pantomime of thought, he began pouting, “That hurts my feelings, you know! I was all excited to cuddle!” Crocodile tears slipped easily from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. “You’re sooooooo meeeeaaaaan!”

“No! It’s okay!” Shuichi rushed to comfort him, despite being relatively certain he didn’t really need it. He wouldn’t risk actually being mean if a friend was crying. “I’m just, we, um, we can definitely cuddle!” he blinked, unsure of why that was what popped out of his mouth, “I’m just, y’know, shy? I’m sorry. Kokichi, it’s okay!”

“Nee-heehee,” Kokichi’s grin slid back into place and he wiped the tears away, “It was just a lie, Shuichi-chan! But I guessss we can cuddle, since you really want to!”

Shuichi groaned softly, pressing his palms against his eyes. There was no point in arguing that that wasn’t what he meant. But this situation was getting more embarrassing by the moment. “Let’s just go to sleep, okay? I’m tired.”

“Wow! You’re in that much of a hurry to get in bed with me?!” Kokichi giggled, scooting to one side so that there would be room for him, “I didn’t know you liked me this much!”

He shook his head again and climbed in beside Kokichi and lying back against the pillows. He was able to relax for approximately one half second before Kokichi pounced, wrapping himself around Shuichi like an octopus.

“You can be my teddy bear!” he announced, “That makes you second in command in my army of darkness!”

Shuichi yawned and patted Kokichi’s head with a shrug. He didn’t understand the nonsense he was jabbering on about, but this was surprisingly comfortable. Kokichi was soft and warm and fit nicely against his side.

“Goodnight, Kokichi.”

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Mukuro fidgeted nearly imperceptibly with the hem of her skirt as she looked at the full sized bed in the middle of the room. Junko hadn’t warned her that there would be room switching and sharing during the killing game, but she supposed she should have expected as much. Junko was the one with the plan, she only needed to tell her what she expected her to do for it. However, she wasn’t sure how she felt about sharing a bed with the most childish participant.

“Mukuro! Mukuro! Jump on the bed with me!” Kokichi shouted as he leapt onto the bed. Sharing a room was uncomfortable to say the least, but he saw no reason to connect with his actual feelings.

“Excuse me?” Mukuro blinked, watching as he began bouncing vigorously up and down.

“Play with me! We’re friends now, right? Riiiiight? We’re having a sleepover! So jump on the bed with me!” He crowed, leaping from one side to the other.

“I don’t think Monokuma will replace the bed if you break it,” her voice held no genuine concern, sleeping on the floor wouldn’t bother her, but she didn’t really want to participate in these shenanigans.

“Aw,” Kokichi crumpled in place, falling in a heap in the middle of the bed, “But that’s no fun.... Monokuma is soooo meeeaan!” he pulled his face into a childish pout.

Mukuro blinked. Junko had analyzed everyone’s personalities before they started and had thought this group would be interesting, but, as far as Mukuro knew, she hadn’t predicted one of them simply refusing to, at least openly, take anything seriously at all. Which certainly made things far more interesting for her. It was enough that Mukuro felt slightly fond of the boy. Anyone who helped keep Junko’s boredom at bay was a good person to have around.

“Okay, okay, let’s have a pillow fight!” Kokichi suggested, tossing a pillow at her, “You can fight with any weapon, right? Riiiight? So let’s play like this!”

She’d barely had time to catch the pillow before it hit her face before Kokichi launched himself at her, swinging his own pillow wildly back and forth.

Stepping to the side to avoid him was a matter of instinct; she didn’t actually care if he whacked her with the pillow.

“Wow! You’re fast! But I’ll get you! I’m a champion pillow fighter! I won first place in an international tournament!” he laughed, turning to try again, “That’s a lie, but I’ll still win!”

Mukuro gave an apathetic shrug and began attempting to hit him with the pillow as well. Tiring him out seemed like the best plan to actually get some sleep and she had no particular objection.

Junko watched on the monitor as her sister and Kokichi raced about the room, trying to smack each other with pillows. It was far more entertaining than the vaguely awkward chitchat happening in most other rooms.

Eventually, Kokichi collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Mukuro sat down on the edge opposite him and sighed.

“Ready to go to sleep?” she asked, pulling the blanket up to slide under it.

He nodded and wriggled under his side. Mukuro relaxed, expecting that she’d be able to sleep in peace. An expectation that lasted all of a minute and a half.

“What are you doing?” her voice was a bit more emotional, incredulous and concerned. Kokichi’s arms had wrapped tightly around her stomach and his face was pressed into her shoulder.

“Sleeping,” his voice was drowsy, but held traces of a giggle, “You should too.”

“Why are you sleeping on me though?” she pressed, wriggling around to look at him- a slight mistake as now his face was squished against her chest instead.

“How else am I supposed to sleep?” he looked up toward her face, tears glistening in his eyes, “I’m scared. You have to protect me!”

Any number of objections died on her tongue as she realized the quickest way to sleep would be indulgence. The suddenness had been the foundation of most of her objection anyway, as well as lack of insight to his intentions.

She stroked his hair softly, thoughts drifting to her childhood with Junko, and clinging to her the same way. It was rather nice to be held, after all.

Kokichi nuzzled in sleepily, closing his eyes again. He was quite satisfied, having lied and prodded his way into having a human teddy bear.

Sleep overtook them both shortly and they stayed entwined until morning.

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“One bed?” Himiko blinked, wondering if she was misunderstanding the situation. There were two people. Two people usually meant two beds. She considered if she was supposed to split the bed with her transformation magic, but doubted that was the intention.

“That’s riiiight!” Monokuma bounced into existence behind them.

“I’ll protect you, Himiko!” Tenko’s arms shot around the smaller girl and pulled her back, away from the robot. “He might be a stuffed bear, but he’s even worse than a regular degenerate male! I won’t let him hurt you!”

“Alright, alright, I’m just here to answer the question,” Monokuma waved a paw dismissively, “Those adorable cubs of mine didn’t prepare better accommodations, so this is what you’re stuck with! Maybe it’ll be a motive? We’ll see. It tested well with viewers before...”

“Viewers?” Himiko tilted her head to the side. She was very tired, it was almost bedtime, and she didn’t like all this interruption to her routine, especially if Monokuma was going to say confusing things. It was all such a pain.

“Never mind that!” Monokuma declared cheerfully, “Anyway, yep, you’ll be sharing a bed now! Who knows what might happen! Thinking about it gets me all excited!” He held himself, beginning to turn red and sweaty.

“Get away, disgusting degenerate!” Tenko glared, ushering Himiko further into the room, “I can’t speak for any of the degenerate males, but nothing impure will be going on in here! Thank goodness Himiko didn’t get paired with any of them!” Her heart went out to all the girls who had gotten paired with males, but at least she could protect her sweet Himiko.

“Ugh, whatever. Enjoy,” Monokuma bounced away, tired of the conversation.

“Everything’s okay, Himiko,” Tenko attempted to soothe any worries she might have, “You’ll be safe with me. I promise!”

“Nyeh,” Himiko sighed, “What a pain. I’m tired. Don’t wanna share a bed.”

“Well, um, that’s alright! I can sleep on the floor,” Tenko offered, biting her lip and searching Himiko’s face for a clue as to why she felt that way, “I’m no degenerate male- I’d never try anything! But if you’re just not comfortable, that’s okay!”

Himiko shook her head, “I don’t want you to sleep on the floor. It’s just a pain. Do you kick in your sleep? I can put up a wall with my magic so you don’t kick me,” she brightened a bit at that idea.

“Um, I’m not sure?” Tenko shrugged, “I don’t think so. I’ll be really careful not to hurt you, okay?”

Himiko nodded, stifling a yawn behind her hand. “Okay, I’m gonna go potty, then let’s sleep,” she dragged herself towards the bathroom.

Tenko smiled, “Good idea, Himiko!” She set about pulling down the blankets and fluffing the pillows while she waited for Himiko to come back. She was really excited to be spending so much time with her and wanted everything to be perfect.

Himiko returned after a moment and went straight to the bed to lay down, “Nyeh... sleepy... Wanna tuck me in?” Having someone else in the room would be nice for that, at least.

“Of course, Himiko!” Tenko grinned, pulling the covers aside for her, then tucking them tight around her shoulders, “There, all snug?”

Himiko nodded. Tenko turned off the light, then came back to the other side of the bed and crawled in herself. She hovered behind Himiko, wondering how close she could be without making her uncomfortable. She wanted to snuggle with her, only pure, chaste snuggles of course, but Himiko sometimes seemed uncomfortable being touched. But only sometimes.

Himiko was asleep nearly before Tenko finished crossing the room, but found herself drawn backwards toward the other girl’s warmth. Tenko opened her arms and allowed Himiko to settle against her, before leaning up over her enough to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ve got you, Himiko,” she whispered, “I’ll take care of you.”

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“No, no, no, absolutely not!” Hajime insisted, shaking his head at the apologetic pink rabbit standing in front of him. “I am not sleeping in the same bed as him!”

“Hajime,” Monomi tugged on her ear nervously, “Monokuma made the rule, everyone has to have a bed partner every night, and it’s your turn with Nagito. Besides, maybe we can make the best of it? It could help you understand each other better and get along?”

Hajime groaned, gritting his teeth. The first night of this with Kazuichi had been awkward, but bearable. The second, with Chiaki had been pretty pleasant. But he could not believe he was expected to share a bed with Nagito. It was Nagito.

“Heh, Hajime. I totally understand why you don’t wanna sleep with trash like me,” Nagito chuckled breathily, looking down at his hand, “I’m so sorry about this. Even if you don’t know what you’re talent is yet, no Ultimate should have to spend share anything with me.”

“Now, now, Nagito,” Monomi scolded, “Don’t talk about yourself that way. You are not trash. Everyone just needs to learn to get along with you.”

“Okay, Monomi,” Hajime cut Nagito off before he could go on a long winded apology, “We’ll do it. We won’t break the rules. Good night.” He was resigned to this fate and in no hurry to make it worse by getting Nagito all worked up before bed.

Monomi nodded, “Good night!” and left the room, leaving Hajime alone with Nagito.

“Let’s go to sleep, huh?” Nagito asked, “Sooner we’re asleep, sooner this will be over and I’ll be someone else’s problem tomorrow,” his smile was blissful, even in the self deprecation. He was happy not to be alone, though he wished Hajime felt better about it.

Hajime sighed, nodding. He didn’t really want to argue, and he could never tell what Nagito actually meant, but he felt kind of bad hearing him refer to himself as a problem. It was true. Nobody would want to be paired with him. Not after everything he’d done and how goddamn creepy he was when he talked about hope, which he did all the time, but that was a bit sad when he stopped to think about it. He wondered if Nagito felt lonely here.

Nagito took off his jacket, shoes and pants, leaving on his t-shirt and boxers, and lied down on the bed. With the change in position, Hajime noticed how his shirt gaped a little at the collar, and how small he seemed without his jacket.

“Have you been eating enough?” he raised an eyebrow, changing into his own pajamas and trying not to feel Nagito’s eyes on him.

“Huh?” Nagito blinked, surprised at the question. It took a few seconds to work out what prompted it. “Oh, yeah. I’m just thin. It’s kinda hard for me to eat sometimes. Gee, you’re so nice for being worried about me, Hajime.”

“I wasn’t worried about you!” Hajime corrected, reluctantly joining him in bed, “I just saw how skinny you are. It doesn’t look very good.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m sure I look disgusting,” Nagito chuckled again, pulling the blanket up around himself, “Now you don’t have to see.”

“No, I meant it doesn’t look healthy. Why is eating hard?” Hajime sighed, wishing he’d thought to phrase it differently. Nagito took everything the worst possible way.

“Oh, I have a brain thing, it makes swallowing weird,” Nagito’s shrug was dismissive.

“Brain thing?” Hajime pressed, interested. If there was something wrong with Nagito’s brain, that would actually explain a lot.

“bv-FTD,” Nagito explained, “behavioral variant frontotemporal dementia.” He yawned softly, stretching his arms up above his head.

“Dementia?” Hajime blinked, surprised. He’d thought that was something that happened when people were old.

“Yeah, I’m really young for it, right?” Nagito smiled, “That’s my luck. They discovered it when they found the lymphoma. I shouldn’t have very much longer to live, but they’ve been saying that for a while now.”

“Whoa, wait, cancer?” Hajime’s eyes widened in concern. If Nagito was telling the truth, that was really important. Why hadn’t he said anything before?

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Nagito shrugged, “I really don’t mind dying.” It was almost true. Dying would mean an end to the luck cycle. But dying alone sounded nearly too sad to consider.

“I... Nagito....” Hajime faltered, unsure of what to say. He felt guilty for dismissing him so readily. For how he’d treated him. And what he’d seen others do to him without saying anything. Even if he was crazy and dangerous, him being dying put a new perspective on it. “I’m so sorry.”

“Wow,” Nagito’s eyes lit up, “You care that much about me? You’re sorry I’m sick? That’s so nice, Hajime. Ultimates can be so kind, to even care about worthless worms like me. I really hope I die better than that though. As a stepping stone for hope. It’d be so much nicer than a pointless death from disease.”

Hajime found himself reaching for Nagito’s hand. He didn’t want him to start going on about how he’d like to die in the killing game. Or about how much he hated himself. Or anything else. Even with a bombshell like he’d just dropped, Hajime was tired. And he hoped that maybe holding his hand could be a comfort of sorts. Maybe they could change things and have a better relationship.

“Wow, your hand is so warm, Hajime,” Nagito smiled blissfully, intertwining his own cold fingers with his, “Thank you.” One of the Ultimates touching him was overwhelming, he couldn’t believe his good luck.

“That’s okay, Nagito,” he was awkward in his dismissal, “Just go to sleep, okay?”

Nagito nodded, taking a deep breath and relaxing against his pillow. He grasped Hajime’s hand tightly until he drifted off to sleep. Hajime watched him, happy that he seemed so peaceful. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to tell the others, but this definitely changed how they should deal with Nagito. Since he was so close to death anyway, his willingness to die made sense to be more genuine, and being actually crazy made his behavior make more sense. He thought he should maybe ask Mikan what to do about it. Maybe there was a pill that could fix him or at least make him easier to deal with. He had a lot of hope that things could be at least a bit better.

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“Maki,” Kaede started gently, watching as the other girl carefully rolled up one of the blankets and positioned it in the middle of the bed, “What are you doing?”

“Making a divider,” Maki responded shortly, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world, though no confusion at the question reached her face.

“Okay, that’s alright,” Kaede smiled, not wanting to make her feel awkward about it, “But, um, why?”

Maki stopped and looked up at her. She’d assumed that this was the ubiquitous response to sharing a bed with someone that you didn’t know very well. This prevented any accidental contact which was the main source of discomfort in this situation. But Kaede seemed to have different thoughts. She waited to see if she had more to say.

After a few beats of awkward silence, Kaede tried to smooth things over by explaining further, “It’s just that, well, it’s just sharing a bed. I’m not gonna try to take the whole thing and I’m sure you won’t either! We don’t need to split it down the middle. We can just lay down naturally and it’ll be fine!” She offered a reassuring smile, “Besides, I think we might want to use both blankets, it’s a little chilly in here.”

Maki considered the idea, then slowly nodded. Kaede was certainly right about it being rather cold. And she supposed if Kaede felt this was more awkward, it might be best to just try to keep to one side and not be touched. It wasn’t all that important either way.

“Great!” Kaede smiled as Maki unrolled the blanket and put it back on top of the other one, “I snore sometimes, so if I’m bothering you, you can just nudge me over. I should stop,” she gave a slight embarrassed giggle.

“Alright,” Maki acknowledged what she’d said flatly and climbed into her side of the bed.

Kaede chuckled awkwardly, “You’re a really serious person, aren’t you?”

Maki blinked, but nodded hesitantly. She must have missed a time she was supposed to laugh, but sometimes those were hard to pick out. Her assassin training had really dulled her social skills, not that she could explain that.

“Well, that’s alright!” Kaede smiled brightly, sliding into bed next to her, “I’m happy we’re friends.”

“We’re... friends?” Maki turned to face her, slightly puzzled at that assertion. They were trying, however poorly, to work together and get out of this situation, but friends?

“Of course!” Kaede grinned and reached across the bed to pull her into a hug, “We’re all friends!”

Maki didn’t hear the second part of what she said. All she could feel were Kaede’s arms around her. The mismatched rise and fall of both of their breathing. Her own heartbeat throbbing in her ears. Her chest felt tight, but she didn’t recognize the feeling as fear anymore. She froze, her strong will and self control preventing her from shoving Kaede away or running out of the room. After a few seconds, she noticed it didn’t feel so bad.

“Um, I’m sorry?” Kaede looked down at Maki, smiling apologetically, “I hope that was okay?” Hugging her had seemed like the right thing to do, but the way she’d stiffened seemed like it might mean that wasn’t a good thing at all. She loosened her grip a little and waited to see if Maki pulled away.

“It’s...” Maki thought about it before continuing, “Actually fine.” She relaxed and closed her eyes, surprisingly content.

“Oh, good,” Kaede smiled and relaxed as well. After a moment of companionable silence and closeness, she added, “Good night, Maki,” and snuggled in closer.

“’Night.”

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“Just don’t tr-try anything l-lewd!” Toko glared, attempting to take up approximately one inch of the width of the bed, as she pressed herself tightly against the wall, as far from Hajime as possible.

“What?! I’m not!!” Hajime’s eyes widened at the accusation, “I wouldn’t!”

“You th-think I’m t-t-too ug-ugly to tr-try anything with, d-don’t you? I’m th-the most di-disgusting w-woman y-you’ve ever lai-laid eyes on, ri-right? Jus-just some fi-filthy creature?!” Toko’s fingers gripped her hair tightly as she rambled.

“No!” Hajime frantically shook his head. He didn’t think it could get worse than being accused of being a possible rapist, but he was dismayed to find that he was wrong, “No! I don’t think that! Toko, I think you’re beautiful-”

“What?!” she all but wailed, “You do not! Y-you’re l-lying. Y-you th-think I’m a-annoying! Bu-but I don’t c-care! I be-belong t-t-to Master anyway!”

“Toko, just calm down,” he sighed, rubbing his temples, “Everything is fine. I’m not going to do anything. We’re just going to sleep. And that’s fine. I don’t think you’re ugly or bad or annoying. We’re classmates. And this is okay. Let’s just go to sleep.”

“How am-am I s-supposed t-to sleep?!” Toko snapped, “I’m st-stuck h-here w-with y-you!”

“Oh Jesus,” Hajime groaned, “Okay, nobody likes this. Nobody wants to share a bed-”

“See! I told you!!! Y-you think I’m s-so annoying that NOBODY would w-want to share a bed w-with me!” Toko shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Hajime growled in frustration and pulled the pillow over his head. Maybe if he just stayed hidden under it, she’d fall asleep and this ridiculous conversation would be over.

“What? Y-you can’t even st-stand t-to see me now?” Toko whined, pulling at her hair.

He stayed safely under the pillow, refusing to be baited into further conversation.

Eventually Toko gave up, wrapped herself in a tight cocoon of blanket, and fell into a fitful sleep. When he heard her breathing finally turn shallow and even, he poked his head out and made himself comfortable as quietly as possible so he didn’t wake her and risk restarting the cycle.

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“Come here, Shota!” Miu giggled, finishing undressing, “Let’s get some fucking sleep!”

“Of course a disgusting cum dumpster like you would sleep naked,” Kokichi laughed, stripping down to his boxers.

“Cum... dumpster,” her face flushed, then she turned and looked at him, “Oh my god, you have such little boy underwear! You’ll be a virgin for life if you wear stuff like that.”

“Shut up, bitchlet,” he bounced onto the bed, “Come snuggle me!” His voice was as obnoxious a whining demand as he could make it.

“Oh, you think you’ll get some of this hot piece of ass just because we’re sharing a bed?” Miu laughed, climbing up beside him.

“As if! I wouldn’t fuck you if I was wearing ten condoms! Who knows what you’ve got!?” Kokichi shook his head, wiggling under the covers.

“You’re such a virgin! Wearing more than one makes them WAYYYY more likely to break, dumbass,” Miu ruffled his hair, “You only EVER wear one at a time.”

“Miiiuuuu,” he batted at her hand, “I knowww, it was supposed to be funny.” He pushed his lip out into a pout, trying to widen his eyes to look sadder, but finding the lids a bit too heavy.

“Yeah, well,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug, “You’re such a virgin that you might actually think that bullshit.”

He snuggled into her chest, wrapping his arms around her, “I’m gonna get cooties...”

“You’d be lucky to get my cooties, Shota,” she yawned, cuddling tightly against him, “I’m such a wonderful, gorgeous girl genius that even my cooties are a blessing.”

“Gross,” he angrily nuzzled against her breast, “I don’t even wanna snuggle you.” A short yawn punctuated his comment.

“Something tells me that’s a lie,” Miu giggled sleepily, kissing the top of his head, “You’re so lucky to be sleeping with me and you know it.”

“I am a liar,” he conceded, “And maybe this isn’t so bad. I’m having visions of all the dicks you’ve had between these though. It’s disgusting.”

“Oh please, you know you want to get your little thing involved,” she teased back, “I bet you play with yourself thinking about it all the time.”

“I’d need brain bleach if I ever even imagined it,” Kokichi scoffed, “And if I couldn’t have that, I might drink the regular kind just so I never had to think about it again.” His eyes kept closing, but he struggled to stay awake, wanting to keep playing.

“Yeah, yeah,” she reached up and stroked his hair, “Go to sleep. Little boys need plenty of sleep you know, you probably didn’t even have a nap today.”

“Yeah...” the rest of his response died in his throat as he couldn’t stay awake any longer.

Miu waited a minute for him to keep talking, then giggled quietly, “Dumb Shota.” She kissed his forehead, “Good night.”

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“Monokuma has assigned us to share a bed, Chiaki,” Sonia informed her, giving a friendly smile, then linking arms with her to walk with her to their assigned room.

“Oh, is that what happened? I was so sleepy,” Chiaki yawned, leaning against Sonia, and following along.

“Yes,” Sonia gave a small, fond smile, “I thought you might have dozed off. But it is of no consequence. We should be able to sleep together with no problems.”

Chiaki nodded. She could sleep next to just about anyone, but someone who wouldn’t do anything worrying was probably best. She was glad she hadn’t gotten paired with Teruteru or Hiyoko.

“If I may say so,” Sonia chuckled, unlocking their door, “I’m rather glad I am not to spend the night with Kazuichi. He spends so much time looking at me, it is starting to make me feel a bit self conscious.”

Chiaki nodded again, crossing the room and beginning to change into her pajamas, “Boys are like that... I think.”

“Yes, I do have that effect on many of them,” Sonia smiled, doing the same, “And yet I find I am always drawn to the ones who don’t shower me in quite so much attention.”

Chiaki looked over at her quizzically, unsure of which question to ask. She was interested and hoped Sonia might go on. Attraction and dating were two areas in which her knowledge stores were sparse at best.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Sonia slipped into bed, patting the spot beside her to invite Chiaki to join, “I do like some attention. I won’t go after a boy who’s ignoring me. But I prefer ones who do something to impress me rather than just spend all day singing my praises.”

Chiaki lied down, pulling the blanket up around her, “Do you like any of the boys here?” Enforced bed sharing wasn’t quite the same thing as a sleepover, but she thought maybe the same conversations would be appropriate.

“Well, I’m not quite sure yet,” Sonia chuckled, “But Gundham seems quite interesting. His hamsters are precious and adorable, and he’s got such a fascinating, mysterious manner about him.”

Chiaki nodded thoughtfully, “Do you want to kiss him?”

Sonia blushed, giggling at the unexpected question, “Chiaki!”

“Oh... Was that the wrong thing to say? I don’t think I’m very good at this game,” Chiaki sighed.

“No, it was not weird,” Sonia declared, “However, it was unexpectedly bold. Do you like to talk about kissing boys?”

Chiaki gave the question some thought, “I’ve never really done it before. And I’ve never kissed one. But it seems like it might be interesting.” She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Touching people could have all sorts of unintended meanings and a kiss, in particular, seemed like a minefield. But the idea was rather intriguing.

“Well, I am not yet certain if I wish to kiss Gundham, though I imagine it would probably be enjoyable. You have never kissed a boy?” Sonia smiled, “It is quite a bit of fun, at least in my opinion. You may wish to try it.”

“Hmm,” Chiaki pulled a thinking face, “It sounds maybe nice... I think. But I don’t know that I really know how to do it.”

“Tell me which part is giving you trouble,” Sonia suggested, albeit with characteristic force, “How to kiss or how to get to a situation wherein you would kiss.”

“Both.”

“Well, the first one is something I can help with directly. And the second, I can probably give advice,” Sonia smiled, happy to offer assistance.

“Help with... directly?” Chiaki blushed, wondering if Sonia meant what she thought she did.

“Yes! Girls teaching each other to kiss is a time honored tradition, is it not?” Sonia smiled, moving closer, “I would be delighted to teach you!”

Chiaki couldn’t think of tradition that matched that description, but found herself rather excited at the prospect. “Well, alright. Thanks,” she gave a soft smile.

Sonia gently closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to Chiaki’s. She found Chiaki’s to be pliant and warm, eagerly opening when guided to do so. She lingered against them for a moment, giving her a lengthy thorough kiss before breaking away.

“You did very well,” she praised her, “It is always a good idea to follow along with the partner with more experience as long as you are comfortable with what is happening.”

Chiaki was surprised with how warm her cheeks felt, and about how deeply happy she was. That had been a very enjoyable experience all around. “Thank you for teaching me,” she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand, “I really, really liked that.”

“Well, let us have more practice later,” Sonia decided, “After we both get some rest.” She reached off the side of the bed and turned of the lamp, then cuddled down beside Chiaki. “It was fun for me as well. I have not kissed nearly so many girls and it is a little bit different.”

Chiaki nodded, her eyes fluttering closed now that they were in the dark, “Good night, Sonia.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “Good night. Have pleasant dreams.”

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“Ah, this is alright,” Nagisa commented once he’d taken a few seconds to collect himself, “You can take the bed. I’ve got things I need to do anyway.”

“Huh?” Masaru turned to look at him, “Man, you gotta sleep too.” He knew they were both already tired from a full day and he was about to fall asleep standing up himself.

“No,” Nagisa turned away, unlocking his tablet to look over some design points of the Monokuma helmets; he was worried they might be susceptible to third party control. “I’ll be fine. Go to bed.”

Masaru chewed his lip nervously, but nodded. He didn’t want Nagisa exhausting himself again. Big Sis Junko had taken them away from all the scary things like that, but sometimes it seemed to happen anyway. He glanced down at a fresh bruise on his own arm, something he’d done to himself in a moment of panic over a coughing fit.

“Alright!” he bounced back to a positive demeanor, though a more muted one than usual as he was still quite sleepy, “But you can come lay down later if you wanna, okay? Heroes shouldn’t steal the whole bed. Just push me over if you need to!”

Nagisa dismissed him with a wave of his hand and sat down at the desk beside the bed to stare at his tablet and make notes. His eyes felt tempted to close and he felt familiar panic creeping up his stomach. Memories of bright lights and IVs and aversive encouragement techniques swirled in his mind, making it difficult to focus.

He glanced back over at Masaru to interrupt the thoughts. Masaru had stripped to his underwear and was settling down on the left side of the bed. Nagisa’s eyes trailed over old welts and scars on his back before he covered them with the blanket.

“This is our paradise,” his own aloud speech surprised him, and Masaru looked over with a smile.

“Yep, none of us has to be afraid anymore. We saved everyone from the demons...” he grinned, happy to fall asleep on such a comforting thought.

Unfortunately, his peace didn’t last long and the next time Nagisa looked over, Masaru’s brows were drawn and he was gritting his teeth. Through the quiet whimpers, Nagisa thought he could make out something about Masaru’s father.

He put the tablet down and walked over to the bed. They all had nightmares sometimes, he knew that. Usually the Servant dealt with them, but he was rooming with Jataro, and going to get him would be rather irritating. Nagisa sighed; there was only one solution.

He stepped out of his shorts and took off his jacket so that he could lie comfortably in a t-shirt and underwear, then slipped into bed beside Masaru. His work on their paradise could wait a bit, especially for something like this.

“Masaru!” he whispered urgently, giving his shoulder a gentle shake, “Masaru, wake up!”

“What?! What is it?!” he snapped suddenly awake, on the edge of a self injurious panic attack.

“I’m scared!” Nagisa lied, the only hope he had of preventing the meltdown, “I can’t stop thinking about my father... I got tired and...” he trailed off, assuming Masaru could fill in the blanks, as they all knew each other’s stories.

“It’s okay!” he immediately switched into a mood of near overconfidence, “You’ve got a Hero right here to save you if anything happens.” He scooted closer and put an arm around Nagisa. “Besides, nothing can happen now, remember? We’re winning. And he’s gone. They’re all gone, those dirty demons that hurt us. We just have to get the rest, but they’re hiding like rats underground. Not here.”

Nagisa allowed the contact and hugged him back. They got on each other’s nerves a lot, but he considered Masaru a friend, and even if he was doing this for him, it was nice to talk about their safety. “Right. It’s safe, right? We’re safe?”

“Definitely!” Masaru was encouraged by his apparent reliance on him, “I’ll save everyone! But even if I couldn’t do that, a hero definitely protects all of his friends! Nothing will happen to you guys, I swear!”

Nagisa’s head was starting to feel a bit fuzzy as he’d actually allowed himself to lie down and he just nodded sleepily, unsure of what else to say. He wanted to get up, to keep working, but it was very comfortable here.

“Don’t worry,” Masaru smiled, snuggling back down against the pillow, “Everything’s okay. I’ll protect us. We don’t have to be scared.”

Nagisa let his eyes fall shut. “Thanks,” he mumbled softly.

“Yeah, get some sleep,” Masaru was quite relieved he was going to. He knew they all needed to work hard, but resting was a good idea too. “I will too, but don’t worry, I’ll stay right here. I’ll protect you. I’ll protect everyone. I’m the hero, it’s my job. Nobody has to be afraid.” His words comforted himself too and he felt drowsiness overtaking his anxiety.

Nagisa fell asleep, listening to Masaru’s continued half asleep rambling about being a hero.

Chapter Text

“Wait!!” Makoto thought his face might just burn itself with how hot his cheeks felt; Monokuma had just reassigned everyone’s rooms and put him and Kyoko together, with only a small, twin sized bed to share, and the cheesiest romantic decor he could even imagine decorating the walls- there was a mirror on the ceiling and rose petals on the bed.

“Whaaat?” Monokuma whined, “You clearly needed some help in this department,” he tapped a paw against his cheek, “Did I go a littttttle too far?”

An undignified squeak pushed past Makoto’s lips and he shook his head vigorously from side to side, “I don’t need help!! And you shouldn’t have been going at all, but yes this is way, way, way too far!!”

“Nothing is accomplished arguing with him, Makoto,” Kyoko reminded him, striding across the room to brush the plant matter off of the bed with a gloved hand, “If you’re uncomfortable sharing a bed with me, we can work something out.”

“Well, we all know who wears the pants in this relationship,” Monokuma laughed, “Maybe I should have provided more interesting things for you guys to use.... Oh well, enjoy your niiiight!” He bounced away, much to the two students relief.

Makoto sunk to the floor, hiding his face in his hands. Sharing a bed with Kyoko was intimidating and overwhelming in more ways than one. She was so cool, all the time. So collected and competent. Not to mention extremely pretty.

“Makoto,” Kyoko had knelt in front of him; she reached for his hand. “I’m not sure what you’re worrying about, but it’s fine. I trust neither of us will cross any boundaries. We are simply going to sleep. Touching is, by design, unavoidable, but we’re friends, right? That’s not that big of a deal.” She wasn’t all that comfortable with such extended contact, and this meant she’d be sleeping in her gloves, but it was acceptable enough, especially under the circumstances. Monokuma deciding to do something to constrain their environment could obviously have been much worse.

Makoto took her hand and let her pull him over to the bed. He gave a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry I’m being weird about it. I just, you know...” he shrugged, unable to explain himself.

“It’s alright, we don’t know each other that well, the situation is contrived and awkward. Besides, I’m a girl and you’re a boy, sharing a bed has quite the connotation,” she voiced his concerns with an succinct elegance that he wouldn’t be able to manage, “But it’s alright. Let’s just put all that aside and endeavor to get some sleep.”

He nodded and slipped his shoes and jacket off before sitting on the bed. Sleeping in the rest of his clothes was unlikely to be very comfortable, but he didn’t feel he could actually undress to sleep with her, especially since they’d be touching.

Kyoko took off her boots, tie and jacket, then sat on the other side of the bed. “Since we are going to be touching,” a light pink blush dusted her cheeks, “Let’s just decide how will be most comfortable. I sleep on my side, if you do as well, we could be back to back against each other.”

“That sounds good!” Makoto nodded quickly; that sounded relatively limited in intimacy and he certainly didn’t need anything more stimulating to be going on. It already seemed like a large risk for his body deciding things on its own.

Kyoko smiled slightly, “Good. Let’s lie down then,” she glanced at the bed, estimated the approximate mid-line, the stretched out along it, facing the wall.

Makoto followed her example and crawled in behind her, allowing his back to rest against hers. “Is this okay?” He had enough room to bend his legs comfortably, but only just.

“Yes,” she confirmed, “Good night, Makoto.” She closed her eyes to ponder. It was disappointing to not be able to relax and consider their situation and what they knew as she usually did before bed, but doing it all mentally worked well enough. She doubted there’d been many insights over the day anyway.

“‘Night,” Makoto sighed, trying to relax. He wished he could just will himself to sleep, but it still took him a while to drift off. Sleeping in a new bed could easily cause that on it’s own, let alone a new bed in a killing game, with a very pretty girl pressed against him.

Eventually her slow even breathing lulled him to sleep. Kyoko smiled at his soft snoring. He was turning out to be quite a good friend, generally trustworthy and fairly reliable. She drifted off herself to thoughts of things they could do once they escaped and began to dream of swimming at the beach with him.

A few hours later, a wet, spreading warmth woke her up. It took her several seconds to clear her mind enough to identify what had happened: Makoto had wet the bed. The edge of the creeping puddle seeping into the sheet had touched her bare thigh. She swiftly extricated herself, hoping to prevent the need to change her own clothes, and upon ensuring her skirt was clean and dry, she looked back down at him. She knew this ought be handled delicately, with dignity, but she was unsure of exactly how to go about it.

Ultimately, she thought letting him sleep for as much of the preparation to handle the situation was the kindest thing to do. She silently took his room key from his jacket pocket and swept out of the room. They were not allowed to sleep in their own rooms, but Monokuma hadn’t said anything about going to them during the night. She walked briskly through the halls, let herself in, and collected, for him, a full change of clothes. She also grabbed the towels from his bathroom to help with clean up.

Makoto was still sleeping when she arrived back, apparently too deeply asleep to be concerned with the puddle under him. She sat the towels to the side, then walked into the small attached bathroom. She put the change of clothes on the shelf that held hand towels, then filled the sink with warm water and laid out a wash cloth and soap, then walked back to the bed.

“Hey, Makoto,” she called softly, hoping not to startle him, “Please wake up.”

“Huh?” he looked up, rubbing his bleary eyes with a loosely closed fist, “What’s going on?”

“I need you to go into the bathroom and clean up,” she directed, “There’s a change of clothes in there. I’ll take care of the bed.” She couldn’t think of a way to actually label what happened that didn’t sound a bit awkward to say, so she didn’t bother. It was unlikely to be necessary anyway.

“Wait? What?” he sat up, more fully awake. A beat after the question left his mouth, he realized what had happened. “Oh god!” his face turned scarlet and he grabbed the pillow to hide in. “This hasn’t happened since fifth grade!” he nearly wailed in dismay. He hadn’t even considered this a way that this could go wrong and he thought he might actually die of embarrassment.

“It’s alright,” Kyoko reached out to pat his hand, “We just need to clean up, then we can go back to sleep. It’s not a big deal.” She hoped he would take the cue that they were treating this as a normal occurrence. “I’ll clean up here, you go to the bathroom, okay?”

He didn’t think there were enough words in any language to express how grateful he was that Kyoko didn’t seem to be grossed out or upset about this. He followed instructions, getting out of the bed, trying to ignore how his pants clung to his thighs, and darting to the bathroom to clean up and change. He was surprised that she’d taken care of so much without even waking him. He couldn’t possibly have gotten luckier for someone to deal with this with, even if it did make him want to sink into the ground from embarrassment. He expected he’d feel a lot more ashamed if this had happened with anyone else.
Kyoko stripped the bed and pressed towels into the mattress to mop up the puddle. Fortunately, there really wasn’t much that had gotten through the sheets, and they’d be able to just put a clean towel under the new sheet and be fine. She’d get some fabric cleaner from the warehouse tomorrow and clean the mattress properly. She got spare linens from the closet and remade the bed, piling everything that would need to be washed in the morning near the door.

Makoto quickly stripped off his wet clothes and washed off at the sink, trying not to imagine how other people would react to this. He didn’t think Kyoko would tell anyone, especially if he asked her not to, so it probably wouldn’t matter, but the idea of someone like Byakuya reacting to this made him almost want to cry. He dried off and put his clean clothes on before coming back into the bedroom.

The bed was made and Kyoko was waiting for him on top of it. “Are you alright?” she asked, eyes flicking over his face. He seemed a bit distressed, but not overly so.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he gave a chagrined smile, “I’m so, so sorry about that. I don’t even know what to say...”

“It was, I assume, involuntary,” Kyoko shrugged, “Therefore nothing to worry about. There’s no shame in it. But, I expect you’ll want this to stay between us?”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to,” Makoto chuckled at the absurdity of the alternative, “And please, please don’t tell anyone. I know everyone has bigger problems, but, you know, it’s embarrassing.”

Kyoko nodded, “I won’t say a word about it. Now, let’s go back to sleep. The morning announcement will come soon enough.” She laid back down.

“Right! Sorry for waking you up,” Makoto got back into bed as well.

“Please don’t worry about it,” Kyoko reached out to offer a hug, “Everything is alright.”

He gratefully accepted, moving into her arms. It wasn’t something he’d want on purpose, but he thought there might be a silver lining in that they were probably closer than before.

“Good night,” Kyoko gave a soft yawn, but didn’t pull away, seemingly content to sleep with her arms around him.

“Good night, Kyoko,” Makoto smiled, “Thanks for everything.”

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“I’m sorry you got stuck with me,” Nagito sighed, looking across the bed at Chiaki, “It’s not fair that you should have to deal with me just because you’re the class representative.”

Chiaki didn’t look up from her Game Girl, but she hummed an acknowledgment and thought through what she wanted to say as her fingers danced over the buttons and all of the enemies on the screen popped out of existence.

“I think Chisa-sensei trusts me to be nice to you,” she said after several beats of silence, “And not to be talked into anything crazy.” Dealing with Nagito was rather complex, but Chisa had talked to her about the most important parts. She had to not contribute to his inferiority complex, and balance his intelligence and impulsivity. It sounded rather like one of the time management games she had on her phone, but a bit more difficult because most of it was social.

“I’ll try not to make trouble for you,” Nagito gave a breathy chuckle, “And I can sleep on the floor, we really don’t have to share the bed.”

“No,” Chiaki shook her head, immediately rejecting that suggestion, and stole a glance at his face, “We’re both sleeping in the bed. Um,” she paused and considered Chisa’s advice. One of the best ways to interact with Nagito was to give him something to do. She sat her game down for a moment, “Let’s change into our pajamas, and then you can watch me play until we fall asleep, okay?”

Nagito nodded, smiling blissfully, “Wow, you’d let me watch you? Thanks. I love to see Ultimates showing off their talents.” He stood and withdrew folded pajamas from his bag, then began changing.

Chiaki smiled, happy this suggestion was met well, “Good,” she pulled out a nightgown from her pack and started changing her clothes as well. She was dimly aware that she probably wasn’t supposed to change in front of a male classmate, but it was Nagito, so it didn’t seem very important.

Once they were both ready for bed, Chiaki picked her Game Girl back up and curled up against the pillows, patting the bed beside her. Nagito slid in next to her, resting his head on her shoulder so that he could see the screen.

“What game do you want to watch?” Chiaki asked, leaning contentedly into the contact.

“Nothing with airplanes,” Nagito shrugged, “Otherwise, I don’t care.”

“Hmm, since we’re relaxing before bed, probably nothing too violent,” she scrolled through the options she had downloaded on the device. There were more games in a case in her bag, but she didn’t want to get back up unless she had to. “How about this?” she’d landed on Harvest Moon, “You can watch me take care of my farm.”

Nagito nodded happily, “Your hair smells like strawberries,” he hadn’t meant that thought to be the one he said aloud, he’d meant to say something about the farm, but it was also true, and Chiaki was one of his more tolerant classmates about his difficulties with socializing.

“It’s my conditioner,” Chiaki yawned, moving her character to feed the chickens, “I like it. You can borrow it if you want to,” she glanced quickly over at him, “You should condition your hair more. It’s kind of rough.”

Nagito laughed, smiling through his self deprecation, “Yeah... I’m not very good at taking care of myself. It suits trash like me.”

“Oh.” Chiaki finished with the animals and began watering her crops, “That’s okay. We can bathe together tomorrow and I’ll condition it for you.”

“Wow, you’re so amazingly nice to me,” Nagito snuggled more into her side, happy with the closeness, “Thank you.”

She nodded, but didn’t otherwise respond, guiding her little farmer through a days work. The next time she looked over at Nagito, he was already asleep against her shoulder.

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“Soooo, are you gonna read me a bedtime story??” Kokichi bounced in the middle of the bed, looking over at Chihiro. “You seem like maybe a mommy type of girl. You’ll take care of me, right? Riiiiight?”

Chihiro felt almost light headed with so much blood rushing to his cheeks, he fidgeted with the bottom of his soft, puffy nightgown, “Um, I mean, I will read you a story, if that’s what you want, but...” he ended in a small squeak. Kokichi was one of the most embarrassing people to talk to sometimes and he wasn’t sure he’d make it through a night in bed with him without just fainting from embarrassment.

“But what?” Kokichi tilted his head briefly to the side before starting to fake cry, “You don’t want to, right? You wish you weren’t paired up with me? Right? You don’t wanna be friends at all, do you?” he wailed, balling the sheets up in his fists.

“Whoa!” Chihiro shook his head, flying over to wrap his arms around Kokichi’s shoulders, “Of course I want to be friends! It’s okay!”

Kokichi burst out laughing, a wide grin replacing his wobbling lower lip, “It was a lie! You’re too easy!”

“Thank goodness,” Chihiro hugged him tighter, deeply relieved to be certain that Kokichi wasn’t really upset. “I really don’t want to do anything to make you think we aren’t friends.”

“You’re too nice for your own good,” Kokichi said, tone a bit more serious than usual, “You shouldn’t fall for my lies so easily.” He flopped back onto the pillows, pulling Chihiro back with him.

“Well, I don’t really care if something like that’s a lie,” Chihiro said thoughtfully, “I’ll still react like that every time.” He shifted slightly back so he was less on top of Kokichi, but stayed lying very close to him.

“Whyyyy?” Kokichi’s face was a picture of dramatic confusion.

“The cost benefit analysis,” Chihiro’s answer was prompt and considered, “If you’re acting upset or like you think I don’t like you, I will always pick to comfort you. If you are actually upset, you need comfort. But if you aren’t and are just pretending, all that happened is that I gave you comfort you didn’t need. Nothing bad happened. And that still shows you that I’m a person who will comfort you if you seem to need it, which is good. See? It’s always best to react that way.”

Kokichi frowned. That was far too sensible an answer and he wasn’t sure he liked the idea that someone allowed for the possibility that he might actually be having feelings when he seemed to be. “Borrrrring!” he announced, “No more serious talk, playing until bedtime.”

“Okay, what do we play?” Chihiro tried his best to roll with Kokichi’s changing whims; he was clearly a child in need of some patience and loving attention.

“Ummmmmmm,” Kokichi did a pantomime of deep thought, then pounced on Chihiro, running his fingers up and down his sides, “Tickles! Tickle fight!!”

Chihiro shrieked with laughter at the sudden contact, lurching backwards. He didn’t mind most affection, but he was a bit worried that his nightgown might get pulled up too high in a tickle fight, which might let Kokichi notice something. He changed position to have his legs crossed and the hem tucked under them, then started trying to tickle Kokichi back.

Kokichi wriggled and writhed away from Chihiro’s nimble fingers, laughing delightedly. He’d weaseled his way into a really affectionate game and away from anything even resembling emotional intimacy, at least, as far as he was concerned.

Eventually, he fell back, panting, “Enough tickles,” he yawned, “Tired.”

“Okay,” Chihiro agreed, wiping tears from his eyes. His sides were beginning to ache from all the laughter. “Let’s go to sleep then.” He wiggled gently under the blanket.

“Nighty niiiiiight,” Kokichi giggled, “Don’t let the bed bugs biiiiite!”

Chapter Text

“Wow, I guess I got lucky here,” Shuichi smiled, looking from the single bed and back to Keebo.

“I’m glad you think so,” Keebo smiled back.

“Yeah, you’re a robot, you don’t need to sleep, so it’s not really a problem,” Shuichi explained. The idea of sharing a bed with anyone was a little bit awkward and he was pleased that he wouldn’t have to.

“Oh.” Keebo’s face fell and he gave a heavy sigh, “Shuichi, that’s robophobic. I expected better of you.”

“What??” Shuichi blinked, bewildered, “I’m sorry! I don’t mean to offend you.” He had no idea what he’d said wrong, but he certainly hadn’t meant to hurt his classmate’s feelings.

“I like to lie down at night to rest too, you know,” Keebo sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Oh,” Shuichi smiled sheepishly, “Well... I think I still got lucky then. I’m glad to spend time with you, Keebo.” He came over and sat down beside him.

“Really?” Keebo brightened, well used to forgiving accidental robophobia.

“Yeah. I’m glad we’re friends,” Shuichi reassured him.

“Then... in that case, will you help me understand a human interaction?” Keebo smiled hopefully, grateful that his inner voice was helping him have the courage to ask for the favor he wanted.

Shuichi was taken aback by the sudden request, but nodded, “Of course. What interaction?”

“Being spoons.” Keebo stated clearly, the combination of words seeming unfamiliar on his tongue, “I am aware that it cannot be that humans are eating soup with themselves, it’s some sort of affection. There is a big spoon and a small spoon, I think.”

Shuichi blushed, giggling softly. He was a bit embarrassed to talk about it, but the way Keebo approached it was frankly adorable. “Spooning,” a gentle correction for the name of the activity, “Is when two people lie down together, facing the same direction, one behind the other. The one in front is called the “little spoon” and the one behind is the “big spoon.” People cuddle in this position.”

Keebo nodded his understanding, taking a moment to listen to his inner voice. “I see. Shuichi, I want to be the little spoon! Will you please spoon with me?”

Shuichi’s face turned considerably darker red, but he didn’t think he could refuse, not with Keebo looking so hopeful. “Of-of course,” he nodded, committing, despite his embarrassment.

Keebo wasn’t sure why his inner voice was guiding him so readily to this course of action, but he was pleased with the result. It was a good chance to bond with one of his kinder classmates. He laid himself down on the bed, facing the door and waited for Shuichi to get behind him.

Shuichi followed suit, crawling in next to Keebo, then pulling the blanket over both of them. With him in front, he didn’t have to worry about Keebo seeing him blush, and that was a bit relaxing. Besides, it was a pretty comfortable way to sleep together, even if it was a bit awkward. He scooted in tight and draped his arm over Keebo’s midsection, relaxing as naturally as possible.

“How’s this?” he asked, leaning up to try to see Keebo’s face.

“It is very, very nice,” Keebo smiled, “I want to stay like this for a while. You can go to sleep, if you want, big spoon.” The title came across slightly awkward as well, but his inner voice had indicated he should say it.

Shuichi nodded and closed his eyes, his cheeks burning intensely, “Good night, little spoon.”

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“I’ll take Peko,” everyone turned in surprise when Fuyuhiko was the first to speak after Monokuma assigned them to pick a bed partner for the next few nights.

“Huh?” Mahiru blinked in surprise, “Have you ever even talked to her? Why her?”

“You got a fucking problem, bitch?” he snapped, “I’m taking Peko. That’s all.”

“Geez,” she sighed, “You really need to man up and learn some manners. And why don’t you ask her? She’s the girl, after all. You better not be thinking you’ll try anything, I bet she could throw you across the room.”

Peko had walked calmly over to Fuyuhiko, ignoring everyone’s staring, “I’m happy to stay with him,” she smiled slightly, taking her place just behind him. She wasn’t sure if this negated his previous order not to acknowledge their relationship or not, so she stayed quiet about her reason.

“Ah, okay then...” Mahiru smiled awkwardly, exchanging confused glances with everyone, then the rest of the group began sorting out their partners.

Fuyuhiko left with Peko as soon as Monokuma was done giving his tiresome speech about how this should spice up their tropical life together and was very relieved when it was just them behind closed doors.

“Young master?” Peko asked, looking closely at his face to ascertain his mood. She was hoping she might be allowed to ask some clarifying questions about their plan and if it had changed.

“Don’t start with that shit,” he snapped, “I hate when you call me that.” He took off his jacket and tie, unbuttoned a few buttons on his dress shirt, and flopped down on the bed. This island was altogether too hot and dealing with his dumbass classmates was exhausting. “Well, come lay down,” he looked over at her when he realized she hadn’t moved to join him.

Peko felt a smile curl her lips. She was so happy to get to stay in the same room with her beloved young master. It would be much easier to make sure he was safe if they were together, which meant she could properly relax.

“Thank you,” she ventured, lying down beside him, “I’m relieved that I can be with you instead of having to share a bed with someone else.” Their classmates were fine people, for the most part, but attempting to perform friendship with them was tiring enough during the day, she certainly didn’t relish not even getting a break from it.

Fuyuhiko nodded, stifling a yawn behind his hand, “Didn’t think you’d be too comfortable with that,” he shrugged, “And I don’t want any of those assholes in here with me.” He’d meant to let Peko make friends alone and have more freedom here, but his mouth had asked for her before he’d had a chance to stop it. It was lucky that it seemed like it had been the best thing to do.

She scooted closer, resting her head on his shoulder, and smiling again when his hand reached up and found one of her braids, twirling it and smoothing the edges. It had been a while since Fuyuhiko had played with her hair and that past familiarity was very soothing, given their present situation.

“We still won’t tell them about us,” he answered her earlier, unspoken question, “Not unless something gets fucking weird about us spending time together. I guess we could pretend we started hitting it off here,” since he’d broken, he’d rather continue keeping her close, though he desperately wanted to avoid their official relationship, “Maybe we could pretend to start dating?” he chuckled at the idea, twisting the end of her hair ribbon around his finger.

“That sounds very nice to me, young master,” she answered honestly. Her feelings weren’t relevant, but Fuyuhiko seemed to want this situation to be casual, and they were actually in agreement with what he wanted.

He nodded, deciding to think over the options, “Let’s get some fucking sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

Peko nodded her acknowledgment, allowing her arms to slip around Fuyuhiko’s waist, paying close attention in case he seemed displeased. As he stayed relaxed, she settled in and closed her eyes.

He looked down and smirked, then reached toward her face and gently pulled her glasses off, sitting them on the table beside the bed. “I didn’t mean for you to sleep with those on, dumbass,” he chuckled fondly, squeezing her to him.

Her cheeks turned slightly rosy and she smiled back, “I forgot about them. I’m sorry.” Him finding humor in it precluded most of her embarrassment.

“Nah,” he dismissed her apology, “Just go to sleep.”

Peko closed her eyes again and took several deep breaths to clear her mind. She was more relaxed and content than she’d been since they’d arrived at the island and slipped easily into pleasant, rejuvenating sleep.

Chapter Text

“Wow, Kaede, this will be super funnn,” Kokichi gave his fakest laugh when he received his bedsharing assignment, “Oh well, I guess we can bond over both being bummed that we didn’t get Shuichi-chan.”

“You wanted to sleep with Shuichi?” Kaede asked, walking with him to the room they were to share. That was a bit surprising. She wasn’t thrilled that Kokichi was her assignment, they hadn’t exactly gotten along well yet, but she was ready for the opportunity to understand him a little better.

“Of course not!” Kokichi laughed, bouncing over to the bed, “That was a lie! But you wanted to, right?”

“Well, he is my friend,” Kaede nodded, following him more slowly, “So that would have been nice. I hope we can be friends too though.”

“No way!” Kokichi shook his head, “You’re wayyyy too mean to be my friend. I heard all that robophobic stuff you said about Keeboy at dinner and he’s my bestie!”

Kaede’s incredulity came out in a nervous chuckle, “I think you’re confused. That was you. You were saying he should be allowed in the dining hall because he can’t eat.”

“Oh, whoops, lied again, didn’t I?” Kokichi laughed, folding up cross legged on the bed.

Watching him bounce, Kaede was stricken by just how young he looked and acted. Everything about him was childish, though some of his behavior seemed a little more dangerous than anything else. She wondered who he might be under the masks he wore.

“Stop staring at me!” he covered his face, “You’re gonna make me all self conscious!!”

“I’m sorry,” Kaede smiled, sitting down on the bed next to him.

“Dummy, that was just another lie! I never feel self conscious! I have no shame at all! It’s because I’m the Supreme Leader of the worlds coolest secret organization!” he giggled, reaching over to play with her hair.

“Hey,” she smoothed it back down, “Is that right? What does your organization do?”

“Lotsa stuff!” he pounced on her side, wriggling into her lap, “Wanna join?”

“Whoa! You’re really close all of the sudden!” Kaede laughed nervously, unsure of what in the world to do with the wiggling child in her arms.

“Well, yeahhhh, we’re friends now, right? Because we both wanna sleep with Shuichi-chan?” Kokichi batted his eyelashes.

“I thought you already said that was a lie?” Kaede sighed, trying to figure out the truth with Kokichi made her head spin.

“No, that was the lie! Keep up!” he grinned.

“Why don’t we just lay down for the night?” Kaede suggested, leaning back to deposit him on one side of the bed.

“But I’m not tiiiiiiiired,” Kokichi whined, snuggling under the comforter anyway.

“Why don’t I hum you a lullaby?” Kaede suggested, “It won’t be as good as playing it for you, but it might help.”

“Okaaay, but don’t let it be boring,” Kokichi nodded, closing his eyes to listen.

“Okay, I’ll hum Brahm’s Lullaby. It’s the best one, I think. You’ve probably heard it before, I think most parents know it, even if they don’t know the name,” she explained, then started humming the familiar tune.

Kokichi did recognize the piece, but only from sleep scenes in cartoons he’d seen. He didn’t remember anyone ever singing him to sleep. The thought made him too sad to keep a neutral expression, and he turned his face into the pillow so he didn’t have to work up crocodile tears.

Kaede frowned slightly, continuing to hum. She’d recognized a flicker of genuine sadness before Kokichi had hidden his face and she was concerned. He didn’t seem to want to discuss it, so she simply reached out and began softly petting his hair, hoping that would be sufficient comfort.

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“Alright Maki Roll,” Kaito grinned, “That was some great training tonight with Shuichi, let’s get some rest and be ready to give 110% tomorrow!” Their shuffled room reassignments had been an evening surprise, and he was thrilled with his. Spending more time with Maki was an excellent thing and this way he didn’t have to worry about her being bothered by anyone who was afraid to be with her.

Maki walked back to the room, quietly while Kaito rambled on. She wasn’t exactly pleased to be sharing a bed, but if it had to be anyone, Kaito was probably the best possible choice. He was always incredibly nice to her, and he was so trusting, she’d worry a bit if he was paired with certain people, especially Kokichi. 

When they arrived at the room, Kaito got rather unexpectedly quiet, staring at the single bed. Maki blinked at him, shutting the door behind them, then sliding the lock into place. 

“Is something wrong?” she asked finally, after watching his face go from thoughtful to troubled to hopeful about seven times. 

“Oh, uh, well,” Kaito seemed to chew on his words, attempting to determine exactly what to say, “It’s just, the story doesn’t usually go this way.” 

Maki crossed the room, sat on the bed to face him, and raised an eyebrow, “What story? What way?” 

“You know, like, how I’m the hero,” he grinned, “The hero doesn’t get to be in bed with the girl before he, you know, gets the girl.” 

Maki blinked impassively, giving no indication of the anticipation swirling in her mind. She wasn’t sure she wanted to pursue a relationship, exactly. She’d never felt this way about anyone, and her issues were sure to make things messy. Besides, they were in a killing game, and that would be quite a distraction. And he hadn’t actually said he was romantically interested. She hoped he was too, she thought he probably was too, but maybe they were just friends, maybe he was in love with Shuichi, he treated him basically the same way. But she’d completely fallen for him and she knew there was nothing she could do. She wanted to wait for the right time to tell him, but she had no idea how she’d even recognize it. 

“Maki,” he drew her attention back, smiling apologetically. He’d misinterpreted her silence. “Sorry if that came off weird. I don’t mean anything. Like-” 

“You already did!” she blurted out, then blinked in surprise at herself being so vocally emotional. 

“I... what?” Kaito sat down next to her, baffled at how this conversation was going. 

“You, um,” Maki found her nerve a bit lacking now that she had to actually explain it, she reached out to hug him, sliding her arms under his and squeezing herself to his chest. The momentum helped the words come out as well, “You already got the girl.” 

Kaito blinked in surprise at being clung to, then folded his arms around her. His face lit up as he understood what she’d said. “What? Really? Falling for my hero’s charm already? That’s amazing!” He beamed, pulling her more onto his lap, “Maki Roll, I’m the luckiest guy ever! You’re the coolest girl in the world! You really wanna be with me?”

She nodded against him, “So, the story’s right. You got the girl... and now you get to...” she froze, thinking through the implications of going to bed with someone in that context. She certainly wasn’t ready for that, but she was pretty sure he wouldn’t press the issue. “Now you get to cuddle with me while we sleep.” Seemed like a pretty tame reward for Getting The Girl(tm), but she hoped that would work. 

Kaito was a bit concerned when Maki went still, but glad she seemed to have worked out the issue herself. “Awesome! I get to snuggle with the coolest girl in the universe!” he grinned, pulling her with him to lie back, “It makes sense, I guess. I am Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars! I should get the best girl.” 

Maki relaxed into him, holding him gently. This was extremely nice to feel. She hadn’t been so close with someone in a long time. And he just radiated warmth and acceptance. She’d never admit it, but she was almost grateful to Monokuma for deciding to make everyone share rooms, because it made this happen. 

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“Gonta sorry he so big, Shuichi,” he smiled apologetically, gesturing to the bed. Even if he didn’t move at all, Shuichi would barely have any room. “Gonta always too big. Always cause problems. Gonta sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, Gonta,” Shuichi smiled reassuringly, reaching to pat his arm. It was true that, at first glance, Gonta’s size did make him intimidating, but Shuichi was happy to have gotten to know him as a rather archetypal gentle giant. And he hated that Gonta felt so self conscious. “You’re not too big at all. The bed is a little small, but I guess that means we’ll just have to sleep a little close together,” his cheeks filled in a light pink, “That’s okay, right?”

“Shuichi not mind?” Gonta grinned, reaching down to hug him, and incidentally lifting him off the ground, “Gonta used to sleeping close with forest family. Wolves sleep on top of Gonta sometimes. It kept Gonta very warm.”

Shuichi chuckled, leaning against Gonta’s chest. As long as they weren’t having another insect misunderstanding, he was happy to be carried. “That sounds really nice, Gonta.”

He sat Shuichi down on the bed and began taking off his outer layers, “Wait,” Gonta frowned, “Gonta gentleman. Gentleman do not undress in front of people. But Gonta cannot sleep in suit.”

“That’s alright,” Shuichi smiled, “You can sleep however you normally do. It’s not a problem for me. I think gentleman can probably undress in this situation.”

“Shuichi is smart boy. Gonta trust Shuichi,” Gonta nodded, then proceeded to strip naked.

Shuichi hadn’t actually thought he meant fully naked and he was a bit surprised, but decided to roll with it. He was a bit distracted by how well he could see Gonta’s muscles. Obviously he knew he was strong, he was the strongest person any of them had ever seen, but even his abdominal muscles seemed to bulge through the skin. It was really quite attractive.

“Hm? Bug on Gonta?” he asked, looking down at his torso. He wasn’t sure why Shuichi was staring at him.

“Oh, no, no bug!” Shuichi laughed a bit embarrassed to have been caught looking, “I just thought your muscles looked pretty cool.”

“Oh!” Gonta nodded his understanding, “Shuichi like muscles, that’s why Shuichi train with Kaito.” He sat down on the bed, nudging Shuichi over, “Gonta never trained like that before, but if Shuichi want to try out muscles sometime, Gonta can show what forest family taught Gonta. Climbing good exercise.”

Shuichi nodded and shrugged out of his jacket, then slipped his pants off. He climbed under the blanket, and was immediately tucked firmly against Gonta’s side. “That sounds nice, Gonta. Let’s do that sometime.”

Gonta draped his arm around Shuichi and closed his eyes, “Good night, Shuichi. Gonta sleep now.”

“Good night,” Shuichi barely had time to return the pleasantries before Gonta’s soft snoring filled the room. There was definitely some social awkwardness to being pinned against a large naked boy, but it being Gonta softened his perception. He had been the one to say that he could sleep normally, and Gonta wasn’t doing anything to make it sexual or invasive. It was just a bit strange. Overall, he felt very safe and pleased.

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“Look, behave yourself, okay?” Kaito stared firmly down at Kokichi, “None of that crazy talk about killing or anything else.” He had the worst luck, getting paired with this nutcase, but at least Maki Roll and Shuichi were together. He wouldn’t have to worry about them.

“Or what?” Kokichi smirked, “You’ll hit me again?” He ignored the slight flutter in his chest at the idea. He would be stuck in the room all night with Kaito, so if he did decide to hit him, he might see that it actually hurt him, and that was certainly unacceptable.

“If I have to knock some sense into you, I will,” Kaito accepted the challenge, “But why don’t you make it easier on both of us? Just cut the crap for tonight. We’ll go to bed like normal people. It’ll be fine.”

Kokichi didn’t know what to do with the fear he felt curling in his stomach, but he needed it to stop. So, he decided to keep pressing buttons. There wouldn’t be anything to be afraid of if the bad thing happened.

“Well, that’s fine,” he smirked, “You’re the kinda guy who gets off on hurting people, right? Riiiiight?” his eyes lit up, dancing maliciously, “I bet that’s the whole reason you hit me! You probably just think I’m hot, right? And wanted to see my face all bruised?”

Kaito clenched his fists, glaring, “Hey, shut up. Don’t start this shit. Let’s just go to bed.”

“Oooooh, Momo-chan wants to take me to bed?!” Kokichi stepped lightly forward and grabbed his left hand, starting to tug him toward the mountain, “Let’s go, let’s go! I didn’t know you were sooooo into boys. Wonder what Maki will say if she finds out you like something so perverted? I guess she probably doesn’t have a lot of room to talk though, does she?”

He looked up, making the briefest eye contact, enough to know that he was really getting to Kaito. Just a little more and the situation would explode and he wouldn’t have to keep feeling all this dread and nervousness.

“You think she got off on killing all those innocent people, Kaito? You think Miss Murderer’s panties g-” he cut off as Kaito’s hand smashed into his mouth. He had a nanosecond to experience the relief of the anxiety leaving before his heart dropped. It was too easy. He barely had to try and he could make the self styled hero, Luminary of the Stars, hurt him. He wanted to be a hero so goddamn bad and was so nice to everyone else, but it took almost no effort at all to get him to bust Kokichi’s lip open.

Kaito was enraged, how dare he talk about Maki’s trauma that way, or accuse him of any of that? He wasn’t even sure why some of that made him so angry, but why did Kokichi always have to say so much goddamn nonsense? “Keep your goddamn mouth shut!” he shouted, reaching out to hoist Kokichi up by the front of his shirt.

Kokichi pulled his scarf up to catch the blood flowing from his mouth, trying to fight down the fear that spiked again when he was lifted. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t properly hide his face. He was far more vulnerable than he’d like. And, as always, he only had himself to blame. He forced a wobbly smile.

Kaito blinked, feeling his adrenaline surge start to ebb as he was taken over with concern. Before Kokichi put on his, rather weak, mask, Kaito thought he’d seen a flicker of genuine fear. The other boy’s eyes had looked downright haunted. Kaito put him down on the bed.

“Um,” he paused awkwardly, unsure of what to do, “You alright?”

“Just peachy,” Kokichi’s laugh sounded suspiciously like a sob and he’d curled up with his face against his knees as soon as he’d been released.

“I, uh,” Kaito hovered for a moment, “Let me get you a washcloth.” Kokichi’s blood was starting to cover a small swathe of his pants as well, standing out brilliantly against the white.

Kokichi fought to get himself under control, pressing his mouth against his pants so no sound escaped. He could usually cover any real tears with fake ones, and this situation should have been easy. Throwing a tantrum about Kaito being a bully should have been the easiest thing in the world. But, instead, he was too deeply sad. He could make anyone hate him, he knew that in the abstract. But this guy, he deliberately befriended an assassin who he knew almost nothing else about, just because he wanted to believe in her. But he still didn’t have any compassion to spare for him.

“Here,” Kaito’s return pulled him back from his pity party, and he took the wet washcloth that was pressed into his hand, “You can clean up your mouth.” Now that he was calm, he felt guilty. Looking back, Kokichi had been trying to wind him up- it worked, of course, and seeing him curled up on the bed drove home how small he really was. He didn’t want to be the sort of person who beat up on a kid, even if he was provoked.

Kokichi dabbed at his lip with the cold cloth and gave up on any semblance of self control. He collapsed backward onto the pillow and cried. Not performatively, just with tears streaking his face and quick, uneven sobs.

“You’re crying,” Kaito sighed, sitting down beside him, “Come on. Men shouldn’t cry so easily. It’s okay.” This was uncomfortable to say the least.

“I’m not a man!” Kokichi whined, “I’m a boy. And I’m never gonna get to be a man because I’m gonna die here, I just know it.” He wiped at his face, but the tears flowed faster than he could brush them away. “Everyone hates me, even you, and you’re supposed to save everyone!”

Kaito sighed. Knowing Kokichi, this was just another lie. But he looked so scared. And so sad. And so small. Even if it was a lie, he couldn’t just let things stay like this. He shrugged off his jacket, wrapped it around the smaller boy, and pulled him into his lap to rock with. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re not gonna die. I won’t let that happen. It’s okay.”

Kokichi pulled the jacket tighter around him and leaned against Kaito’s chest. He didn’t believe him. He couldn’t. But it was really nice to be comforted.

“You’re gonna be alright,” Kaito continued, filling the space since Kokichi didn’t seem to want to talk, “I’m sorry I hit you. I shouldn’t have let you make me so mad. But don’t worry, I won’t let you die. I’m not gonna let anyone else die. I’m Kaito Momota! Luminary of the Stars! I’ll take care of everyone!”

Kokichi nuzzled against his shoulder, wiping the last residue of blood on Kaito’s shirt, then closed his eyes to relax. Feeling so frightened, then upset, and getting hurt had taken a lot out of him. He’d worry about how to fix his plan tomorrow. For now, he was staying in the nice warm jacket and being taken care of.

Kaito rocked him and made promises that he wasn’t exactly sure how he’d keep until Kokichi fell asleep. Then he laid them both down, keeping him wrapped in his jacket and tucked safely in his arms, and started trying to sleep himself. He was pretty sure this meant that Kokichi wasn’t actually very dangerous. He wondered if Maki and Shuichi would accept him having another sidekick.

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“Kokichi, this is robophobic and sexual harassment,” Keebo batted Kokichi’s hands away for the third time in as many minutes, “Stay on your side of the bed.”

“I’m just trying to see if you have a dick, Keeboy! I know Miu gave you some upgrades and that filthy cum slut can’t keep her mind out of the gutter for five seconds,” Kokichi laughed, somewhat disappointed that the insult was wasted, as Miu was not present, “So, I wanna see what she gave you. Come on!!”

“Kokichi, I must insist that you stop,” Keebo grasped his wrist firmly, “This is bordering on rape. Stop.”

“Rape?” Kokichi tilted his head to the side, “But you’re a robot. Can that really happen to you?”

“Yes!” Keebo sighed his exasperation, “I am a consciousness. I am like you. I have feelings, desires, fears, everything. I learn. I’m very close to the same as a human. Why do none of you recognize this?”

Kokichi blinked, twisting his face into a thoughtful expression, “I guess they’re all just robophobic. I’m so sorry you have to be stuck with such horrible people, Keebo!” a few fake tears slipped down his cheeks, “Don’t worry! I’ll be your friend! I won’t let them be mean anymore!”

“Kokichi...” Keebo sighed wearily.

“You saw through that lie, huh? You’re getting better at understanding me,” Kokichi giggled, “I think that’s kinda the honest answer though. You’re different from us, so we don’t think we have to be nice to you. But like, on a less conscious level. But that’s weird, because the more you try to seem like us, the more the differences stand out...” he chewed his lip thoughtfully, “Honestly, I don’t know how you win. I guess you just have to make each of us care about you as a person, then we’ll be fine with you being different? I dunno.”

“Well, that’s depressing,” Keebo gave another sigh. At least Kokichi was done attempting to molest him.

“Honestly? Yeah, it is. But hey, it’s a killing game. We aren’t gonna make real friends here anyway,” Kokichi shrugged, “I’m just disappointed that you can’t do cool robot stuff like in cartoons.”

“I wish none of this had ever happened,” Keebo mumbled, “I don’t want to be stuck here.”

“Amen, brother,” Kokichi attached himself to Keebo’s arm, snuggling into him, “Keep talking like that and we’ll seem the same enough in no time.”

Keebo wasn’t sure how he felt about Kokichi clinging to him, but he decided it was acceptable enough to allow. Especially given the alternatives.

“Nighty night,” Kokichi singsonged, closing his eyes, “Be my alarm clock, okay? I wanna wake up before the stupid bear show.”

“I am not an alarm clock!” Keebo objected, “But I can wake you up, AS A FRIEND, before the morning announcement.”

“Good enough. Night Keeboy!”

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“Miu!!!!” Chihiro’s voice came out a shrill squeak and he had no idea what else to say. He’d gone into the bathroom to change into his nightgown and comeback to Miu, butt naked and sprawled across the bed, hiding absolutely nothing.

“Don’t get your loli panties in a bunch,” Miu laughed, “Nothing wrong with wanting to look at this gorgeous girl genius!”

Chihiro wasn’t really sure how to deconstruct what she’d said into a reasonable thing to have said, so he just nodded, “Um, alright. I’m gonna turn the light off now, okay?”

“Sure thing, no tits!” Miu laughed, pulling herself up toward the pillow and sliding the blanket out from under her.

Chihiro turned off the light and made his way to bed. He often wanted to avoid girls because he felt like they might be able to tell he wasn’t really one of them by some way he wouldn’t understand, but he was extra worried about Miu. She was really, really on about everything involving genitals, secondary sex characteristics, and sex, which may give her unique insight. Also, her concept of boundaries could be a bit lax and it seemed like at least a small risk that she might put her hand somewhere unfortunate. But so far, he hadn’t run into any problems.

“I know this is kind of like a sleepover,” Miu laughed, “But I’m not really in the mood to lez out, okay?”

“What?!” Chihiro squeaked again, “No! I’m not interested!”

“Geez,” her tone dropped as if her cheerful attitude was a balloon that had been popped, “I’m sorry, okay? I was just messing around.”

“No! I’m sorry,” Chihiro’s eyes filled with tears, “I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that I didn’t expect you to want to do that with me! It’s okay!!” He hadn’t meant to upset her.

Miu bounced back, “Oh! Well, yeah, I guess that would be quite a lucky break for you, huh?” she laughed, “But hey, you’re getting more dick than a loli should anyway, right? Heard you basically got motorcycle boy on a leash.”

“Y-you heard what now?” Chihiro didn’t think he could blush any harder.

“How’d you even get a guy like that with nothing up top?” Miu asked, scooting closer to Chihiro for the gossip.

“Oh, uh, well,” he faltered, “Mondo, um, well, he likes guys- fuck!” He’d meant to try to bring that around to Mondo not caring much about breast size, but it hadn’t come out right, and he knew what he was implying, which freaked him out, but freaking out made the truth more obvious.

“Likes guys”?” Miu echoed, “You saying you’re some kinda trap?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that!” Chihiro’s objection came out in a panicked rush and he started crying in earnest. “I’m sorry!” he wailed, “I’m sorry I lied!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Miu blinked, trying to figure out how this situation had gotten so far out of hand. She reached out and pulled Chihiro into a hug, squishing him into her chest. “You don’t need to be sorry! It’s okay! I mean, if a pretty thing like you has a dick, yeah, you were holding out on me, but that’s okay!”

Chihiro wrapped his arms around her neck and sobbed into her shoulder. He meant to have more control over this situation. He hadn’t meant to come out at all, but if he was going to, he’d prefer to be a little more considered than this mess, but there was nothing left for it. He just cried himself out and hoped that things would be okay.

Miu held him, patting his back. She thought through what was likely so upsetting about this. “Um, I’m, like, not gonna tell anybody about your dick, okay? Like, it’s fine with me and I’ll keep it a secret, if you want. My golden brain has better things to worry about anyway.”

“Th-thank you!” Chihiro choked out, pulling back to wipe his eyes, “I don’t wanna tell anybody until I’m stronger.” He sniffled, trying to stop crying.

“Yeah...” Miu let a beat of awkward silence pass and then tried changing the subject, “So, are you guys actually not fucking or does Mondo know?”

“He knows,” Chihiro smiled, “He’s helping me get stronger so I won’t be so scared to tell people. And I won’t have to hear “even though you’re a boy” all the time.”

Miu nodded, “Well, that’s pretty cool. Is he into girls too for real?”

“Oh, yeah! He gets really anxious around them though,” Chihiro explained, smiling fondly.

“Oh my god, that’s cute,” Miu giggled, “So biker boy has a cute little Shota boyfriend instead of a cute little Loli girlfriend. I like that.”

He blushed, “That’s kinda weird to be called...”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m friends with all the cute, little shotas,” Miu smiled, “But anyway, it’s time to waste like a whole third of the day on being unconscious, so, snuggle back in.”

“Um, okay?” Chihiro squeaked again and let himself be pulled back into Miu’s arms.

“This is where shotas belong, right?” she laughed, “On my boobs?”

Chihiro hid his face against her neck, wondering if it was even possible to sleep through all this embarrassment.

“Night!” Miu chirped, closing her eyes.

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“Alright, degenerate male!” Tenko glared, “We have to share this bed or we’ll be killed by the Exisals, but that is the ONLY reason I’m not throwing you out of here, understand?”

“Yeah, yeah, misandry, threats of violence, got it,” Kokichi waved a hand dismissively, too caught up in his own thoughts and anxiety to really care that much about what she was saying, “We could basically replace you with the most generic Girl Power recording ever and probably not even notice a difference.”

“That is just like a degenerate!” Tenko glared, crossing her arms, “Thinking you could replace girls with anything! The only good thing about males is that they help make more girls!”

Kokichi crossed his arms as well, then flopped onto the bed. Her reminding him of her biological essentialist views was doing absolutely nothing to help him relax. He knew he needed to take off his binder to sleep, if he were going to sleep safely. His ribs were already starting to ache a bit and if he didn’t take it off soon, they would bruise, which would make binding the next day rather excruciating. But he couldn’t possibly take it off around Tenko because she’d inevitably decide he was a girl, which would make her much nicer to him, but would be far more hurtful anyway. She also might be weird about him choosing to be “pretend” to be a male or something and that conversation sounded extremely annoying.

Tenko blinked, surprised he didn’t have another comeback, but sat down on her side. “Right, well, you stay over there! I know what degenerate males want! And you better not try anything!”

“Tennnnko,” he whined, rolling his eyes, “I’m gayyyyyy.” It occurred to him that being more mean and talking about how she shouldn’t flatter herself might be more hurtful and more effective at shutting her up, but this seemed possibly simpler.

“What?!” she looked almost alarmed, “Well, um, I guess it’s good that you’re maybe not bothering girls with your disgusting urges, but I won’t be tricked! I’m still vigilant! I will stop you with my Neo-Aikido if you try anything on me or any other girl!”

Kokichi pulled the pillow over his head and decided to ignore her entirely. He figured maybe he could wait until she was asleep, then sneak his binder off and hope he got it back on before she woke up. Or he could just sleep in it and fake sick some other way in the morning if he was too sore to move, his binding habits weren’t always the most responsible anyway and he hadn’t yet died of it.

Tenko was fairly tired from running around all day and with Kokichi apparently deciding not to be interactable, it wasn’t long before she settled down for sleep herself, though her proximity to a male was anything but relaxing.

They both slept fitfully for a few hours before Kokichi woke up crying. Breathing was getting a bit difficult, he thought some fluid may have settled in his lungs, and his ribs were absolutely throbbing. He’d waited too long and getting the binder off now would also be an immensely painful process. And not one that he had the emotional energy to even begin. He curled up, wrapping his arms around his sides and cried into the pillow.

Tenko proved as vigilant as she’d claimed, bolting upright as soon as his whimpers were properly audible. She looked around in confusion for the source of the crying. “Kokichi?!” she peered over at him, seeing his shoulders shaking even in the dim lighting, “Why are you crying? You won’t trick me into sympathizing with a degenerate male!”

“It’s nothing,” Kokichi snapped, “It just hurts!”

“Hurts?” Tenko bit her lip, reaching cautiously for Kokichi’s shoulder, to turn him towards her. She didn’t really want to be that close to him, but she was a bit worried. “What hurts? Are you okay?”

Kokichi shook his head to the bafflingly obvious question. Of course he wasn’t okay. If he was okay, he wouldn’t be crying, now would he? He supposed he actually might, but this was genuine crying, not fake crying. Though she might not know that.

“What hurts?” she pressed again, glancing over him for signs of injury. He was holding his sides, so that could mean anything. She wondered who she was supposed to call if someone was sick. Obviously Monokuma wouldn’t help…

“My chest! It’s my stupid binder,” Kokichi wailed, “I need it off, but I can’t, and you’re gonna think I’m a girl!”

Tenko blinked, trying to make sense of that. She would never confuse a degenerate male for a girl, the idea was absolutely unthinkable. Girls were pure and good and to be protected. And males basically just seemed to exist to take advantage of them. “What?” she thought she should have a better, more specific question, but it worked well enough.

Kokichi sighed in frustration, reaching to unbutton his shirt, “I’m wearing a chest binder…” he hated every bit of this and what it was going to lead to, “Help me get out of it.” He shrugged off the shirt, revealing a tight red binder with a yellow geometric pattern.

Tenko figured the situation seemed serious enough to just do what he asked, she’d worry about understanding after, so she waited for him to sit up enough that it was possible, then pulled the binder up over his head. When she looked back down at him, she wasn’t sure what to react to first. The now prominent breasts or the dark purple bruising underneath them.

“You’re a girl?!” she picked the breasts.

“No!” Kokichi glared, taking deliberately deep breaths and coughing a bit, trying to make sure his lungs were clear. “I’m a trans boy, okay? Yeah, I’ve got breasts and no dick and all that, but I’m a boy.”

“But…” Tenko blinked, uncertain of what exactly to think. Degenerate males had penises. That was absolute. So he, or should she say “she” must not be one. But why would a girl pretend to be one? The thought was appalling. “Kokichi! You don’t have to pretend to be a degenerate male! It’s okay to be a girl! I’ll keep you safe!” Someone must have convinced Kokichi that it was safer to pretend to be male. Tenko could understand that, being a girl could be awfully scary sometimes.

“I am NOT a girl,” Kokichi insisted, “I’m a boy. The breasts are a lie. My body’s a lie. That’s not that surprising, right? I’m just that much of a liar.” He didn’t think that actually made sense, but it was poetic and Tenko might buy it.

“No, the lie is that you’re a degenerate male,” Tenko shook her head, completely convinced that this was the only explanation that made sense, “It’s okay, you’re safe with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I don’t know what degenerate males did to you before, but it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to be one anymore.”

Kokichi sighed, lying back down. This was even worse than he’d expected. She was going to tell everyone and make everything about “protecting” him. He figured it was fitting enough for someone like him to be living a lie, but this lie made his dysphoria worse. But he guessed he could pretend it was like being a secret agent. Getting on Tenko’s good side could hopefully help him end the killing game somehow.

“Alright, you got me,” he made a show of admission, “I was just pretending to be a boy. I’m a liar, after all,” he forced one of his cheery smiles and giggles, “Nee-heehee. But you’ll take care of me, right? Riiiight? I’m really scared of the boys finding out….” crocodile tears covered real ones and he let his smile wobble just a bit. This was a horrible story to be going with, but it was probably the best way to proceed.

“Of course!” Tenko crushed him against her chest in a tight hug, though she was careful to make sure not to press on his bruises, “I’ll always protect girls from degenerate males! I can’t believe you fooled me, Kokichi. I really thought you were a degenerate male.” She shook her head, “But we should probably go back to sleep, huh? It’s the middle of the night.”

Kokichi nodded. Ending this conversation was top priority. “Thanks Tenko, I’m glad I can count on you. Good night.”

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“You’re the gangster, right? Riiiight?” Kokichi was vibrating with excitement, he’d never gotten to talk to a real, live Yakuza before, but they were always so cool in the movies.

“Yeah?” Fuyuhiko looked over at him. He knew he shouldn’t say much because his own face made him look like a toddler, but this kid actually seemed to act like one, and he did look about ten. “I’m a Kuzuryuu. What’s it fuckin’ to ya?”

“That’s so cool!” Kokichi’s eyes went starry, “Okay okay okay, you’ve gotta tell me all about stuff, okay??? Is it like in manga and stuff? Do you have secret wars with other clans and have more power than the government and have tons of old samurai stuff? Have you ever had a standoff with police? Oh, oh, what about tattoos?? Do you have any? Are they cool?”

Fuyuhiko sat down on the bed and rubbed his temples, he’d been with his assigned bedmate for all of two minutes and the kid was already giving him a headache. But he was clearly being a kid and he didn’t really wanna be a jerk about that. “So, you like yakuza films?”

“Yeah!! They’re so cool!! And, since I’m a Supreme Leader of a big organization too, sometimes I look for inspiration!” Kokichi grinned, bouncing up to sit behind him.

“Did you miss the part in the movies where someone asks too many questions and they have to fuckin’ disappear?” Fuyuhiko was teasing and his words lacked the hard edge of warning they’d have if he meant it.

“Wellll,” Kokichi laughed, “No… But you wouldn’t want to get my organization after you. So, tell me tell me tell me!!” he curled up beside Fuyuhiko and looked up at him.

“It ain’t as cool as the movies, kiddo,” Fuyuhiko shrugged, “Most crime stuff is like that. We just do a lot of moving people and things to places they aren’t allowed to be, for money. That’s most of it. Then ya got your miscellaneous territory stuff, protection services, hits, all that. But the bulk is that.”

“But that sounds borrrrrring!” Kokichi whined, “This is like Keeboy all over again. Robots that can’t rocket punch, yakuza being all business-y. Hmph.”

“Sorry,” Fuyuhiko shrugged, pushing Kokichi over to one side of the bed so he could lay down, “Real life isn’t that cool.”

Kokichi crossed his arms, “Laaaaame,” he sighed, “I wanted you to tell me cool stories! Do you at least have cool tattoos?”

“Nah, haven’t got mine yet,” Fuyuhiko admitted, “You don’t want to get a big piece until you’re sure you’re mostly done growing.”

“Hey, yeah, you’re tiny like me, so I guess you’re hoping for a growth spurt? I don’t know if it’ll help though, you’ll still look like a baby because y-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth or I’ll sell your ass into sex slavery,” Fuyuhiko glared.

Kokichi flinched slightly, a bit surprised at the amount of anger, then bounced back, “Gee, I hope Miu pisses you off like that!” he laughed, “I bet she’ll cum if you tell her that. Tell me what your tattoo’s gonna be though!”

Fuyuhiko liked the last subject of his comment best and responded only to it, “Well, it’s gonna be this badass lookin’ dragon, right? Like, all up my back, and I want the scales to be really detailed, and-” he paused, looking back at Kokichi, who’d snuggled up against him. “Uh, yeah,” he decided not to comment, “And I want the claws to look shiny, but be mostly black, then I’m not sure exactly what I want the dragon to be holding, but…”

Kokichi had meant to just close his eyes to imagine that tattoo better, but sleep had snuck up on him and stolen him away before Fuyuhiko could finish the description.

“Weird kid,” Fuyuhiko shrugged, pulling the blanket around them and closing his eyes. At least he’d run out of energy quickly enough. And it was kinda cool to be instantly liked instead of distrusted because of his family.

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“I wanted to get paired with Miss Sonia,” Kazuichi grumbled, flopping over on his side to glare at Fuyuhiko, who was lying against his pillow, eyes closed, arms folded, trying not to punch his rather disgruntled bed partner.

“I just know if we spent more time togeth-” he cut off his continued rant when Fuyuhiko interrupted him.

“Chiaki put her with Gundham, dumbass,” Fuyuhiko sighed, regretting ever agreeing to this stupid class camping trip, “She’s the only one Gundham will let touch him, so she has to fucking share with him or he won’t get any goddamn sleep.”

“Why does he have to be so weird all the time?” Kazuichi pouted, “I’d be so much better for Miss Sonia. He’s all crazy and scary, but somehow he’s going to mean that I never find anyone to kiss me and that’s just not fair!”

“I’ll fucking kiss you, if you’ll shut up and let me get some goddamn sleep,” Fuyuhiko snapped, then thought through what he’d just said. Why did he say that? Why didn’t he threaten him or something instead?

“Y-you’ll k-kiss me?” Kazuichi’s eyes widened at the suggestion, “Really?”

“That’s what I fuckin’ said, isn’t it?” Fuyuhiko wasn’t backing down. He’d said it, though he had no idea why, and he was going to follow through.

“Well, you’re not a pretty blonde girl…” Kazuichi hedged. This was the last thing he expected, but he was a bit curious, “But, I mean, it might be nice to kiss someone… You know, for practice!” the justification sprang to mind, “That way, when I do get a pretty blonde girl, I’ll be ready!” his cheeks were turning pink enough to match his hair.

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes and grabbed Kazuichi by his shirt, pulling him in for an intense kiss. He pressed their lips together and parted them, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Kazuichi’s teeth were as sharp as they looked and he made sure to be careful. It was a very different experience than kissing Peko, but not a bad one. He pulled away, leaving Kazuichi breathless and a bit dazed.

“Goodnight,” Fuyuhiko’s voice was pointed and firm and he turned over to, hopefully, get some peace and quiet so he could go to sleep.

“Yeah,” Kazuichi mumbled dreamily, “Good night.” That had been incredibly different than he expected and he wondered if it would be an option to do it again. He decided he’d try to figure out how to ask in the morning.

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“I’m s-so sorry!!!!!” Mikan wailed, leaping back away from Tenko as if she’d been burned.

“What?!” Tenko sat up, looking around wildly. She had no idea what Mikan could possibly be upset about now, though she had bursted into tears several times since they’d gotten to their shared room.

“I forgot myself and relaxed too much and touched your leg!” Mikan sobbed, “P-please forgive me!!!!”

“Huh?” Tenko asked, incredulous. She hadn’t felt Mikan in the first place, but even if she had touched her, what on earth would be the problem? They were both girls, after all.

“Just forgive me already!” Mikan cried, “You can do anything you want to me! I’ll take my clothes off an-”

Tenko cut her off with a warm hug and began drying her tears, “No, no, sweetheart. I’m not some disgusting degenerate male who’s going to take advantage of you,” she shook her head, “And I won’t let anyone else do anything like that to you ever again. You’re a good girl.”

“What?!” Mikan squeaked, shocked to find herself held so gently in someone’s arms.

“Here, let’s lay down,” Tenko guided her back to lying on her pillow and snuggled up next to her, keeping her arms securely around her, “Everything is just fine. You can relax and we can cuddle. It’s okay, we’re both girls, so nobody’s going to try anything disgusting. It’s just good, pure female affection. And you deserve that. You don’t deserve whatever anyone did to make you think you had to do things like that. You’re good.” Seeing what degenerate males always seemed to do to girls broke her heart. She wished she could be everywhere and protect all of them.

“You forgive me?” Mikan asked, face lighting up in a hopeful expression, “You’ll forgive my existence?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Tenko smiled sadly. How much did those degenerates even do? “You don’t need forgiven. It’s okay, we’re friends! I’ll keep you safe.”

“Friends?!” Mikan’s heart leapt and she squished herself tighter against Tenko, “I’m so happy! We’ll be friends forever, right? Forever and ever?”

“Of course!” Tenko grinned, cuddling her close, “Friends forever!”

“O-okay,” Mikan nodded, “Then maybe we should go to sleep?” her voice turned more certain, “A good night’s sleep is very important for health. Especially if you’re really active like you.”

“Yeah, let’s get some rest,” Tenko stayed snuggled in tight and closed her eyes.

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“You sure you’re eating enough?” Akane’s voice broke the peaceful silence and Chihiro rubbed at his eyes, trying to figure out why she’d be asking about that.

“What? Yeah?” he yawned, “I’m not hungry.”

“Okay…” Akane sounded almost skeptical, “Let me know if you’re not getting enough to eat though. I’ll make sure to find you something.”

“Um, thanks?” Chihiro gave a slight, nervous titter, “That’s really nice of you.”

Akane shrugged, “You gotta feed the small things, you know? And you look like you might not be getting enough to eat.”

“I’m just really tiny,” Chihiro smiled sheepishly, “I was sick when I was a kid… I just never got much bigger…”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Akane gave a sad sigh, “Good you’re still here though! Most people I heard of who were sick much as kids didn’t stay around too long.”

The casualness with which she spoke hurt Chihiro’s heart almost more than the tragedies she was referencing. To be so used to things like that must be so painful. He didn’t think his heart would have been able to stand it. Tears slipped down his cheeks, but he tried to be quiet, it wasn’t right to make her deal with his feelings about her own trauma.

“Hey now!” Akane blinked in surprise, “What are you crying for? It’s okay.” She patted his head awkwardly, unsure of what upset him.

“I’m sorry,” Chihiro was disappointed that she’d noticed, but allowed himself to cry more openly, “It’s just so sad!”

“It’s okay!” Akane grabbed his hand, “I’ll let you feel my boob if it’ll cheer you up!” she pulled his hand to her chest and settled it on top of her nightgown.

The absurdity of that as offered comfort surprised Chihiro out of crying and he giggled, pulling his hand away to wipe his face, “It’s squishy.” An obvious observation, but he had no idea what he may have been expected to say.

“Yeah…” Akane shrugged, “They’re kinda cool. I’d like ‘em more if guys weren’t always so antsy about touching ‘em, but they come in handy too.”

Chihiro nodded, “That makes sense.”

“You feeling better now?” Akane asked, looking down at his face to see if there were new tears.

“Yeah,” Chihiro nodded again, “I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Alright, let’s turn in. When we wake up, it’ll be breakfast time! I hope there’ll be waffles. And eggs. And oh, lots of meat!” Akane could almost feel her mouth watering and she wished she could skip the sleeping part and get right to eating again.

“That sounds nice,” Chihiro agreed, giving a soft squeak of surprise when he found Akane’s arms around him. He awkwardly returned the hug, but then looked up when she didn’t pull away.

Sleeping always worked best for Akane with someone to snuggle and Chihiro was the perfect size for it, more like her little siblings than the invasive men that always seemed to want to crawl into her bed. She closed her eyes and relaxed, happy to fall asleep like this.

Chihiro was a bit confused, but comfortable enough, so he closed his eyes and relaxed against her.

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As soon as Monokuma had read off the names, Maki was convinced that it might very well be her last night alive. She was almost certain that she would kill Kokichi if she were trapped alone with him for multiple hours and she obviously couldn’t try to get away with it unless she accepted condemning Kaito and Shuichi. Kaito’s thumbs up and hasty “You can handle it, Maki Roll” before he went off with Himiko did nothing to improve her chances. She’d let him down and she knew it.

Interestingly, Kokichi’s thoughts were quite similar. As soon as he’d heard his name follow Maki’s, the ASSASSIN’S, he suspected it might be his last night alive. She was volatile, even more than Kaito. And they did not have anything resembling a good history. He’d been intending to stay alive by deliberately ensuring to avoid her, but now, thanks to this ridiculous and apparently effective, motive, he was going to die. And there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it.

They walked to the room, both trying mentally to get their affairs in order, in silence. Upon their entry, the lock automatically clicked, trapping them in until the morning announcement played. Kokichi had disturbing visions of a rock being rolled in front of a door to seal a tomb.

“Sooooo,” he forced a cheery smile and his step to bounce, if this were his last few hours, he’d go out like he’d always lived: lying. “We have a little bit before we can sleep, prob’ly, so what should we do?”

“Ignore each other and wait for morning?” Maki’s deadpan unnerved him further. He shook his head.

“No, no, no,” he laughed, “I think mayyyyybe we got off on the wrong foot, soooo, here’s a chance to make it right, right? Riiiight?” It was a long shot, but he was hoping that Kaito was right and she actually was possibly a good person underneath a very convincing, harsh exterior.

“Just stop talking,” Maki sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Everything he did nettled at her and she didn’t want to be goaded into attacking him. If she got started, she might well go too far. Though, it occurred to her that she might be able to scare some sense into him. He’d gone quiet pretty quickly when Kaito punched him and stayed that way for a bit, at least.

Kokichi frowned, crossing his arms. This wasn’t working. Nothing was going to work. He was going to die. He forced a laugh, “Kaito’s an idiot, but I guess nobody’s surprised about that, huh?”

“Do you want to die?” Maki raised an eyebrow, fixing him with a cold stare. Maybe she could be intimidating enough without actually touching him and he’d stop before he made her do something actually regrettable.

“That’s kinda a boring thing to say, you know? Like, there’s only one answer…” Kokichi giggled, “I mean, I guesss that I could say “yes” but, would that change what you did?”

Maki took a deep breath, “Shut your mouth.” The command behind her tone was sharp and clear.

Kokichi did, for about five minutes. Then, “Come on, let’s do something together. You like to talk sometimes, right? That’s why you go with Kaito to group therapy? He could have invited me too, you know? I have trauma too,” he pouted, pushing out his lower lip.

“It’s training,” Maki objected, “And nobody would want you there!” The idea of Kokichi intruding on one of her favorite parts of the day was just too much.

“Oh, of course not!” Kokichi barked out another laugh, cringing a bit at how hollow it sounded, “We’re not friends, right? I’m tooooo evil. Riiiiight? Not like you. You’re just a murderer and, I’m what? Exactly? A liar?”

“You’re annoying!” Maki’s fraying nerves snapped and she lunged for him, grabbing him by the throat, “And if you want to live through tonight, you’ll stop! Just shut up!”

Kokichi’s hands clutched at her wrist, trying to take some of the pressure off his throat. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. It was all out of control, but he knew he’d been doomed from the start. His face fell as his mask slipped. He looked tired and sad and small. His eyes were watery, but he wasn’t forcing tears. He wore a frown, but not an exaggerated one. And Maki could feel how he barely weighed anything, dangling from her hand.

“Please?” he gasped, “Please. I don’t… Don’t wanna die.”

The honest emotionality of the plea was almost obscene to watch and Maki let go immediately, as if touching him burned her hand. He was a frightened child. Just like all the ones she knew at home. That she’d given herself up to protect.

At his release, he darted under the bed. He knew it was stupid and childish. Being under a bed would not protect him. From anything. And she’d already seen how scared he actually was. But he couldn’t resist the impulse to do it. He’d never been very good at resisting impulses. He curled up into a little ball, as tight as he could make it, and cried quietly.

Maki couldn’t help but smile as she watched him hide. Forget child, he was acting like a toddler. And those were always pretty easy to deal with. She let him cry for a minute then knelt beside the bed and peered under.

“Come on out from there,” her voice was warmer, almost inviting, “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.”

Kokichi knew she could drag him out if she wanted, so he had no reason not to go, but he was a bit too scared to move.

“Okay, you don’t have to,” Maki said after a slight pause, “The bed’s more comfortable though, so when you want to, come get in bed, okay?” She sighed, reflecting on what she knew about him. He was a liar, he was immature, he was too smart for his own good, he was disrespectful, he’d told everyone about her talent and seemed dedicated to making everyone hate her, but she’d been around enough children, especially enough traumatized ones, to know that the way he acted might be explained by him just being afraid, even if it seemed counter intuitive. That, however, was not a comfortable realization. She’d definitely been contributing.

Eventually Kokichi crawled out from under the bed, a bit more in control of himself, but really just enough to be embarrassed about having been hiding. He got into bed and pulled the blanket up around his shoulders. “So…?” He wasn’t sure what to say, but assumed something needed to be said.

“You really are just a liar, right?” Maki looked down at him, “Not dangerous? And you’re not enjoying the killing game, are you?”

Kokichi offered a weak smile, “Yes, no, and no.”

Maki nodded, “I’m sorry I choked you.”

He shrugged. It wasn’t okay. He was terrified. But saying that didn’t seem like a good way to move on. But he didn’t really want to try any other reactions either.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Maki decided, lying down as well, “We’ll talk to Kaito about this in the morning.”

“Okay,” Kokichi mumbled, readjusting to be more comfortable.

Maki sighed, almost irritated at her own nurturing impulses. She reached out and took his hand, “Everything is going to be alright.”

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“Thanks for taking me to bed with you, Big Sis,” Monaca smiled sleepily at her, “Monaca is so happy to get to cuddle with you.”

“Yeah, well,” Junko shrugged and gave her a gentle squeeze, “I have to sleep, you have to sleep, this is a little less boring.”

Monaca nodded, “Monaca is really happy if she can help Big Sis Junko not be so bored,” she smiled, nuzzling against her shoulder, “Big Sis Junko is the most perfect girl in the world, so she should only feel what she wants. Not boredom at all. Just despair and other interesting things.”

“Yeah,” Junko’s tone dropped, “I’m hopelessly perfect. It’s so dull.”

“Don’t worry, Monaca will start making the Monokuma robots we talked about really soon and then you can get on with your plan,” Monaca smiled, “We’ll get to see all the despair.”

“Ah, yeah, despair,” Junko blushed, a drip of saliva slipping down her chin, “There will be soooo much despair.”

“Monaca wants despair too! Just like Big Sis Junko!” Monaca was smiling, though there was a slight threat of a tantrum if she didn’t get her way.

“There’s so much more despair because of you guys,” Junko smiled, “Saving abused children should be so full of hope… But it’s not at all!” her voice got harsher and wild, “Because I’m using you to fuck everything up! It rocks!”

Monaca nodded, yawning again, “So much despair.”

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“What’s the matter?” Miu laughed as Makoto stalled to a complete stop as he was crossing the room, “You never seen tits before?” She was lying naked in the bed they were expected to share, with the blanket only covering up to her stomach.

“I, uh, well, maybe?” Makoto stuttered, turning progressively redder. He wasn’t really sure what to say to Miu in the best of times, and this certainly wasn’t it.

“God, you’re such a shota,” Miu rolled her eyes, “You kinda look it too- you’ve got that face. Whatever, come get in bed and turn the damn light off.”

Makoto nodded, walking to the light switch, then back over to the bed. He hesitated before getting into it. It wasn’t a very big bed. They were probably going to be touching some. And she was naked. There was a naked girl. With very large breasts. In a bed. That he also had to be in. This seemed almost like a porn fantasy, but he wasn’t sure he could even enjoy it. It was too sudden and way too much.

“What’s wrong, virgin? You cream your pants?” Miu looked up, pulling back his side of the blanket, “If you’re lucky, I just might let you touch ‘em,” she squished her breasts together. “Getting to even see my hot body has to be the highlight of your life, huh?”

“Miu,” he whined, looking like he was wavering between passing out and crying, “This is… I… You… I think I might faint.”

She laughed uproariously, “Oh my god, I guess if these beauties are your first pair of real life tits, it might be kinda overwhelming, huh?” she wriggled up, pulling the top sheet out from under her and sliding beneath it, “There, now there’s a layer between us. Think you can lay down?”

Makoto nodded gratefully and climbed into bed, immediately facing away from her. He had some concern that he was squandering an opportunity that any guy would be lucky to have, but he knew he was in way over his head.

Miu smiled, pretty satisfied with the effect she could have on people, “Alright, good night, virgin. Make sure all your wet dreams are about me.” She yawned softly and closed her eyes.

Makoto was quite sure he’d dream about seeing her, probably for the rest of his life. He gave a short, embarrassed nod, then hid his face in the pillow.

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“Gonta! We’re partners!!” Kokichi bounced up to him after he read their names on the list of bedmates, “Thank goodness! Last night I got Miu and I couldn’t sleep at allllll!” he giggled mischievously, “Wanna here what she was doing all night?”

“Gonta happy to be Kokichi’s partner too,” Gonta nodded, “But Gonta gentleman, so Gonta not want to hear the things Kokichi has to say about Miu.”

Kokichi laughed, “Okay, come on!” he grabbed Gonta’s hand and tried to race off to their room, but found Gonta to be rather immovable. He looked back at him in confusion. “Gonnnntaaaa?” he whined.

“Look Kokichi!” Gonta grinned, pointing to a spot on the ground, “It bug! Maybe it escape Gonta’s lab and follow Gonta!” he knelt and gently scooped up a small beetle, “It want to stay night with us too, Kokichi!”

“Gonta,” Kokichi fussed, “The bugs are supposed to sleep in their room, not our room.” He did not want a beetle in the room, it might crawl on him. And the idea of that happening might keep him awake.

“Kokichi not like bug?” Gonta glared, “Thought Kokichi was friends with bugs now!”

Kokichi forced a grin, “No, I love bugs, Gonta! You know that! I know I lied before about it, but remember? We stayed in your lab all night and now I love all the bugs. Bugs are great. I just, well, won’t this one be lonely? You’ll be sleeping and all of its bug friends are somewhere else.”

“No, this bug solitary. It come with us,” Gonta decided, placing the small beetle in his carrying case. “Let’s go!” He scooped Kokichi up, knowing how much he liked to run, and sprinted full speed to the room.

In another situation, Kokichi would have enjoyed being carried like a parcel by someone so strong, but he was disappointed that his plans for an enjoyable night had been interrupted by a beetle. Gonta unlocked the room, then deposited Kokichi on the bed, dropping him playfully.

Kokichi brightened a bit and smiled, “Wheeee!” he clapped, “You’re so strong, Gonta! I bet, with those muscles, you could give really good massages, right? Riiiiight?”

“Gonta not have much experience with massage,” Gonta frowned thoughtfully, “But it look mostly like petting. And Gonta did a lot of petting with forest family.” He shrugged, unable to say for certain if that was similar enough.

“Yeah, I think that’s basically the same thing,” Kokichi nodded, reaching to unbutton his shirt, “Thing is, I think I hurt my back earlier. The muscle is all tight and sore,” he whined, batting his eyelashes up at Gonta, “I hoped you could rub it for me?”

Gonta nodded and gave him a wide smile, “Gonta happy to help friends! Show Gonta where to rub!” He put the bug carrier down beside the bed. “Gonta get undressed for bed first, so we can be comfortable. Kokichi undress too?” He’d been somewhat apprehensive about if gentleman should be naked to sleep with other people in the room the previous night, but Shuichi had assured him it was okay and he doubted that Kokichi felt differently.

Kokichi blinked as Gonta rose and began stripping. He’d thought “undress” meant down to underwear and undershirt, most likely, but was amused to find Gonta suddenly butt naked. He giggled, unable to suppress his childish, instinctive reaction. “Oh god, that’s huge! I mean, of course it is, but, like, Gonta!” He burst into more open laughter, cackling and holding his sides.

Gonta blinked, “Kokichi? What funny?” he looked around, “What huge?”

Kokichi laughed harder, his face turning red and tears collecting in the corners of his eyes, “Gonta!!! “What huge?”!!!!!”

Gonta sat back down on the bed beside him, “What funny, Kokichi? Tell Gonta!”

“Your dick!” Kokichi gasped, “It’s massive! And of-fucking-course it is, but I still didn’t expect it!”

“Gonta have big…?” he looked down at himself, somewhat surprised. He’d never given any thought to how big that might be. He was generally large, but that had never come up as relevant. “Gonta sorry… that scary too? Gonta always too big,” he sighed sadly.

“WHAT?!” Kokichi nearly screamed the question, unable to escalate his incredulity at the situation any other way, “That’s not- that’s not how that works!” he tried to catch his breath, “Okay, okay, just hang on.”

Gonta waited patiently for Kokichi to collect himself.

“Okay,” Kokichi said finally, nearly exhausted from laughing, “Gonta, big dicks are good. Like, that’s what people want people to have.”

“Is Kokichi lying?” Gonta asked suspiciously, “Nobody want Gonta be big before….”

“I’m actually not lying. We can ask Miu tomorrow, okay?” Kokichi chuckled slightly at being doubted about something so self evident.

“Gonta cannot ask a lady about that!” Gonta shook his head, appalled, “Gonta gentleman!”

“Miu isn’t a lady, she’s a slut, but okay, not her. Um, we can ask, I dunno, Ryoma? Or maybe Kaito?” Kokichi casted about for people who’d answer honestly and be less put off by the question.

“Okay,” Gonta nodded slowly, “Maybe big good?”

“Yeah. Big dicks are good. Yours is actually, like, really, really big, and I think that might be, like, hard to use? But it’s still good,” he nodded. Telling the truth about this was way more entertaining than any lie he could imagine.

Gonta smiled, “Gonta good! Now Gonta help Kokichi with muscle?”

Kokichi giggled again, beginning to be frustrated with his diaphragm for being so sore from the laughing fit, “Oh yeah, great!” he wriggled out of his clothes, deciding to take his underwear off as well. Being naked around someone felt kind of sneaky and he figured he might as well. He’d forgotten about his plan to get Gonta to touch him and was glad he’d been reminded.

He laid down on his stomach and pointed to his lower back, “It’s sore through there, Gonta,” he explained.

“Gonta fix!” he announced and began petting firmly over Kokichi’s back, gently kneading the muscles with his fingertips.

Kokichi relaxed and closed his eyes, needing a break from his performative emotions. This was very pleasant and he intended to enjoy it thoroughly for as long as Gonta would do it.

He woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, somewhat disoriented and confused, “Gonta?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

Gonta was still petting him, daydreaming himself. “Kokichi! Kokichi fell asleep, so Gonta not know if it still hurt or not. Thought it better to keep petting!”

Genuine happiness showed on his sleep addled face and Kokichi rolled over and hugged Gonta, “I tricked you in the first place, Gonta,” he giggled softly, “It didn’t hurt. I just wanted you to do that anyway.”

Gonta blinked in confusion, “Then why lie?” he hugged Kokichi back, pulling him to lay down on top of him, “Gonta happy to pet Kokichi any time.”

When he got no response, he craned his head down to look at Kokichi’s face and saw that he was fast asleep in his arms. Gonta shrugged and covered them both, settling in for the night as well.

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“Making people sleep together during a killing game is a little weird,” Ryoma commented thoughtfully before climbing into bed. He found it difficult to care much about the specifics of what was happening, but it was at least noteworthy.

“I imagine the point is to make us uneasy,” Kirumi answered the implicit question, “Obviously it feels insecure to be alone with another person, but the realistic risk isn’t all that much increased. All of us know that to kill our bed partner at night would be quite foolhardy; we’d be the first suspect. But the additional stress will probably wear on us during the day. There’s also the element of embarrassment, I suppose.” She slipped into bed beside him.

Ryoma nodded, “That makes sense.” This was the first time he’d shared a bed with a girl in a rather long time and it was rather distracting. He missed his girlfriend. He wished his life hadn’t turned out this way. Nights were the hardest times to get through and he wasn’t sure if having another person here made it better or worse.

“Well, it won’t help to dwell on it,” Kirumi smiled softly, “Do you have any requests before we sleep?” It seemed something might be troubling him and she would like to assist, if possible.

He smiled sadly, wondering if he should ask for what he thought of. He didn’t suppose it would hurt anything. She probably wouldn’t care and it might make it easier to sleep. “I guess, I might. Seems weird to make you do things though.”

“You aren’t making me,” Kirumi gently corrected, “It is a request. I’m free to accept or deny it, as I wish. And it is my greatest desire to fulfill the desires of others.”

Ryoma nodded his understanding, “Hold me.” It was simple, but hard to say. Hard to admit he wanted because it was hard to admit he wanted much of anything. He had nothing to live for, but a scrap of momentary comfort, offered so readily, would be hard to turn down.

Kirumi smiled, “Of course,” she gathered him in her arms and held him warmly and securely against her. This was a very easy request to fulfill, and one that she was quite happy to. A bit of human contact from time to time didn’t go amiss and she expected this would result in more restful sleep for the both of them.

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“Miu… I don’t know if a girl should just walk around like that,” Kaito had looked up to see her strolling toward their shared bed without a stitch of clothing on.

“Shut up, shit for brains,” Miu glared, “If I have to fucking sleep, I’m gonna do it comfortably.”

“But I’m here too,” Kaito looked away, blushing, “You can't just be naked!”

“The hell I can’t,” Miu posed, showing off her considerable assets, “If you can’t handle this gorgeous body of mine, you can go rub one out in the shower. I won’t judge.” She sat down on the bed beside him.

“I- Miu- That’s not the issue,” Kaito faltered, unsure of what to say.

“What? Are you afraid, after seeing my hot body, you won’t wanna go back to your scrawny, little girlfriend?” Miu laughed, grinning confidently.

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Kaito snapped, temper flaring. His fists were clenched in front of him and his face was turning a bit red.

“Eeee!” Miu flinched back slightly, hands flying to her hair to fidget with, “I was just joking around, okay? I’m sorry!”

Kaito’s anger evaporated and he smiled, “It’s okay. Just, like, don’t say stuff like that about my Maki Roll. We’re still friends.” He laid back against the pillows.

Miu smiled, brash demeanor bouncing back, “Yeah, well, you’re lucky such a gorgeous girl genius will be your friend anyway.” She laid down next to him. “We should probably get this whole sleep thing over with. If you wanna play with my boobs to relax, I won’t tell your girlfriend.”

Kaito blushed, “I don’t think heroes do that kind of thing,” he laughed awkwardly. It was kind of a tempting idea, being this close to naked breasts did make him feel more urgent about paying them attention, but he thought it would probably hurt Maki’s feelings, especially if he didn’t talk to her about it, so he resisted. Albeit with some difficulty.

“Whatever, Superman,” Miu rolled her eyes, “You’re missing out. ‘Night though.”

“Goodnight,” he agreed, then waited for her to fall asleep before slipping off to the bathroom to deal with his rather inconvenient erection.

Once satisfied, he got back into bed and fell quickly to sleep.

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“How did I get stuck with such a vulgar About-to-be,” Nagisa crinkled his nose, looking rather disdainfully at Miu’s naked form, sprawled across the bed.

“Geez, you little brat!” Miu glared, “Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?!”

“No, they must have forgotten that part,” Nagisa snapped, “I was awfully busy studying twenty four hours a day.”

Miu shut her mouth, remembering who she was talking to. They hadn’t been given too many specifics, but the younger children were all from difficult backgrounds. She’d have to be more careful with what she said.

“I hate About-to-be’s,” Nagisa folded his arms, “You’re almost as bad as Demons most of the time, but less mature.”

“Knock it off, dumbass,” Miu glared, irritated that he’d started things again “Let’s just go to sleep.”

“How am I supposed to sleep in a bed where you’re naked?” Nagisa snapped, tapping his foot impatiently. “Put your clothes back on!” He shouldn’t be being exposed to naked girls. It was embarrassing.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, shota,” Miu growled back, spitefully snuggling into the blanket such that her ass was still visible, “Don’t fuckin’ sleep then. I don’t care.” She wasn’t going to be told what to do by a child.

“I won’t,” Nagisa snapped, sitting down on the bed as far away from Miu as he could get and pulling his knees up to his chest. She was humiliating to even be in the same room with, let alone bed.

Miu closed her eyes to ignore him. Normally she liked younger kids okay. They could talk about television and, most of the time, they were nicer, but this little hellspawn was a nightmare. She shouldn’t have to put up with this.

Eventually she drifted off to sleep. He didn’t.

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“This is the best luck!” Kazuichi beamed at Sonia, sitting cross legged on their shared bed, “I can’t believe I actually got partnered up with Miss Sonia!!”

“That may be true for you,” Sonia sighed, “However, I do not think luck was in my favor at all. I am happy to spend more time with any of my friends… But I was hoping to be able to share Gundham’s bed tonight.”

Kazuichi’s face fell, his mouth dropping into a frown and tears collecting in his eyes. Even when it was just them alone together, all she wanted to do was talk about Gundham. He was never going to be able to beat him and win her.

“But,” she nodded decisively, “There is no point in dwelling on what we cannot have. We will make the most of our time together.” She offered a warm smile, “Let us lie down and have a good chat.”

He brightened, immediately doing as suggested. Perhaps all hope was not lost, but regardless of how it turned out, spending one on one time with her was wonderful, even if she did talk about his romantic rival. “Okay, Miss Sonia, what do you want to talk about?”

Sonia laid down properly, carefully smoothing her nightdress and pulling her hair over her shoulder so it laid mostly flat on the pillow. “I am not certain,” she looked thoughtful, “Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself? We have not spent much time together outside of a larger group.”

“Oh, uh,” Kazuichi blushed. He didn’t know how to answer something so open ended. Especially not when it was so important to make a good impression, “Well, you know I’m the Ultimate Mechanic. That’s most of what I do… I tinker with things. I like engines a lot…” He shrugged.

“That is a valuable skill,” Sonia nodded, “Do you like to fix and improve things or build your own from scratch more?”

“I, uh, well, I guess improving things is my favorite,” Kazuichi smiled nervously. He wasn’t sure if there were right answers or not, but he worried he wouldn’t be impressive enough. “I like to use my own ideas and stuff, but having a base to work from is a lot easier. Plus, sometimes if I start with too many loose parts, I just end up with an engine by accident.”

Sonia giggled at the last admission, “Oh my, that must be quite the problem to have! Tell me more about you though…” she paused, considering a direct question to ask, as Kazuichi seemed apprehensive about more open conversation. “Tell me how you got such fascinating teeth.” She pointed to them. “They look so sharp!”

Kazuichi grinned, showing them off more, “Yeah, they’re really sharp. I had them filed a couple years ago. You can touch them if you want,” he blushed, thinking about what he’d just offered, “Er, I mean-”

“May I?” Sonia scooted closer then extended a finger, pressing it lightly against one of his bottom teeth, “Very pointy. How impressive.”

“M-miss Sonia,” the rest of his face filled in with a bright red. She was touching him. She was touching his mouth. He could almost taste her. “I, um, thank you…”

She giggled, “Kazuichi, I must say, sometimes you’re a bit forceful about your feelings about me, but moments like this are rather endearing. You blush so much around me, it almost makes me want to kiss you, just to see if your face is able to turn any redder.”

“You can!” he blurted out, “Anything you want! Ever!”

Her smile took on a slight sad edge, “You haven’t gotten a lot of attention from girls, have you?” She suspected it was part of a larger problem, but that more may be too personal to ask about.

“Well, um, I mean,” he grimaced, uncomfortable, “... No. I’ve always wanted to be with a pretty blonde girl, but I really am too much of a coward to win one.”

She pulled him into a sympathetic hug, “Kazuichi, I think I may see the problem,” she paused, thinking of how to say this most delicately, “You do not need to win a girl. You need to connect with one. And, if a romantic connection is not to be made, you should be friends with that girl and find another to attempt with.”

The hug was distracting. It was warm and soft and overwhelmingly pleasant. He felt safe. Even so, he tried to listen to what she’d said. Perhaps, if this was what being friends with Sonia would be like, he would be happy with only that. And, if anyone had good advice on how to get his dream girl, it would be his dream girl herself. He supposed it might be worth consideration. Besides, if he tried her approach, her feelings about him might change as well. He’d been fighting with Gundham to impress her, so if he focused on connecting with her, maybe she’d like that more.

“Al-alright, Miss Sonia,” he nodded, “I’ll think about that.” He made no move to pull away from the hug and she didn’t withdraw it. She’d heard that when offering a hug for comfort, you should always wait for the other person to pull away first because they knew how long they needed better, and she was perfectly content to sleep like this.

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“Want a donut?” Hina offered, holding out a plate with several cream filled donuts on it, “I brought some from the kitchen! I always like a late night snack!”

“Sure,” Chihiro smiled, taking one from the edge of the plate, “Thank you!” He took a small bite, then licked the cream that spurted out off of his upper lip, “Yummy!”

Hina burst into a fit of giggles, pointing at Chihiro’s face, “You licked white stuff off your face!”

His eyes flew wide open and he blushed, “Um, yes?” he squeaked out. He didn’t expect observations like that from her and was even more embarrassed than he would have been otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled, “I’m sorry, Chihiro. I’m slap happy, I think. But hey, this is just like normal girls at a sleepover, right?”

“It is?” Chihiro didn’t intend to sound quite so incredulous, but he’d never been to a sleepover before- that would be an unnecessary risk of being found out, and that is not exactly what he’d expected. He busied himself eating the rest of the donut so he didn’t seem quite so awkward.

“Lots of the time, yeah,” Hina shrugged, looking more serious, “I’m sorry. You probably haven’t been to many, huh? You’re pretty shy.” She put the remaining donuts on the table. “But hey, let’s try to have a normal sleepover, okay? It’ll be fun!”

Chihiro nodded slowly, “Okay. What do we do?”

“Let’s see, normally at sleepovers, we eat donuts, do each other’s hair and makeup, paint fingernails, make out, and some girls usually wanna talk about boys,” Hina listed off her average slumber party experiences.

“M-make out?” Chihiro blinked in surprise, he’d thought girls kissing at sleepovers was more of a soft core porn fantasy than something that actually happened.

“Yeah,” Hina nodded, “I mean, the girls who want to are usually, like, gay, or “experimenting,” but it happens a lot. At least, with me.”

“Oh…” Chihiro blushed deeply, “Well, we’ve eaten donuts, and we don’t have supplies for hair, makeup, or fingernails. Maybe we should talk about boys?”

Hina nodded, laying down and offering Chihiro a spot in her arms to cuddle, “Sounds good. You can talk about the boys you think are cute, and I’ll talk about the girls I think are cute. It’ll be fun.”

He awkwardly laid down next to her and shuffled close to be in her arms. He liked affection, it was just nerve wracking to be so close to a girl. It seemed she could easily find something out. “Sounds good.”

“So, who do you like?” Hina asked, smiling encouragingly.

“Um, well, I think Mondo is pretty cool,” Chihiro blushed again, “He’s really strong.”

“You like strong guys?” Hina grinned, “That’s cool. He seems good for you then. A little scary though,” she remembered how he could explode in anger, “I like strong girls too. Sakura is, like, the perfect girl.”

“She’s so impressive!” Chihiro agreed, nodding, “I bet she could carry, like, all of us at once!”

“One time, when we were working out,” Hina smiled fondly at the memory, “Her water bottle rolled under one of the weight machines, so she just picked the whole thing up to get it back!”

“That’s amazing!” He thought she might well be the strongest person in the world if she could do something like that so casually.

Hina yawned, nodding, “Yeah. So, do you know if Mondo likes you back? Me and Sakura are basically dating, but we’re calling it being friends for now.”

“Um, well, I think he might,” Chihiro’s cheeks burned, “But we haven’t really talked about it, exactly.”

“Maybe you should surprise him with a kiss,” Hina giggled, “Or lick more cream off your face in front of him!!!”

Chihiro squeaked and covered his face, “Hina!”

“It’s too funny!” she shrugged, “And a cute girl doing something like that could make a guy’s head explode!”

“Well, that wouldn’t be good for dating him, would it??” he laughed behind his hands, “I don’t think I want my boyfriend to be headless!”

Hina waved her hand in agreement, “You’re right, you’re right,” she sighed, “I’m too sleepy to make sense. Let’s go to bed.”

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“I’m glad I’m with you, Kaede,” Shuichi confessed from under the blankets. They’d been assigned to share beds by the Monokubs, it seemed Monophanie was enjoying “shipping” various characters and Monokuma had allowed it. The whole thing was embarrassing, but he was deeply relieved to be with someone he trusted.

Kaede nodded, pushing her hand over to find his in the darkness, “Yeah, I’m glad too,” she intertwined their fingers. “It’s good we’re together. It might be even easier to sleep than being alone, you know?”

Shuichi nodded, softly squeezing her hand. It was so warm, and comforting. His thumb moved back and forth against the back of her hand.

“It’s all going to be alright,” Kaede mumbled confidently, “We’ll fix everything, Shuichi. You don’t have to worry. I have a plan.”

He turned towards Kaede and cautiously hugged her, snuggling in sleepily. It was so relaxing to have someone else be responsible for handling things. He was overwhelmed with gratitude. “Thank you, Kaede. You’re right. We’ll definitely get out of here.”

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“I haven’t gotten to share a bed since I went to finishing school,” Celeste smiled fondly, “This will be a nostalgic experience.”

“You shared a bed in finishing school?” Chihiro knew not to believe anything that Celeste said about herself, but her stories were often entertaining.

“Yes, come here, Chihiro,” she gently but firmly tugged him to her, guiding him to lie down such that his head was resting on her stomach. It completed the aesthetic of affectionate girlhood intimacy that she was going for. “It was an all girl’s school, so it was common enough for us to be climbing in and out of each others beds.”

“That sounds nice,” Chihiro smiled, settling in somewhat awkwardly against her. Celeste’s cooly dominant personality could be a bit intimidating at times.

“Yes, it was,” Celeste began playing with his hair, “It was a school only for nobility, you see, so we were all of the same background. But lives of privilege such as that can be a trifle lonely. Many of us had not spent much time with other girls. It was a very freeing, happy experience.”

“Did you make many friends there?” he prompted her to continue speaking, before relaxing and closing his eyes.

“Oh, but of course. We’ve kept in touch with writing letters as well,” Celeste twirled a lock of his hair around one finger, “My closest friend was from a wintery, northern European country. She had such an interesting manner about her. Birds seemed to love her especially, they would land in the hood of her coat whenever we walked in the grounds.”

“Aw, birds?” Chihiro smiled, most birds were very cute.

“Yes, there were a pair of cardinals that seemed to wait for her to walk outside,” Celeste smiled dreamily. This life she was describing was a welcome departure from their current, confined circumstances. “Another girl, a wild, youngest daughter of an important Slovakian family, enjoyed the birds as well, though she was more likely to bring a deer or two to the yard. She fed them corn that she took from the kitchens. She always said she’d like to ride one, and perhaps she could have, she was very small and spritely.”

“Deer are pretty big…” Chihiro wore the softest frown, “I think I would be afraid of them.”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” Celeste patted his head, “There were smaller things too. Would you like to hear about the rabbits?”

He nodded.

“Well, there were several families of rabbits that lived in the rose garden. And we used to watch them as entertainment,” she gave a soft laugh, “It was almost like a soap opera of sorts. One does not expect rabbits to be so dramatic. One family was mainly brown, another mainly grey. A few of them were so friendly that they would come up to you in the garden, if you sat very still. One of them grey family had a habit of running down to the vegetable garden to pilfer cabbage and parsley before being chased back to the roses by the groundskeeper. He was a very friendly fellow and tried to hide under our skirts. The rabbit, of course, not the groundskeeper.” She tittered at the absurdity of the notion. “Anyway, my friend, the wild one liked to try to smuggle the rabbits inside, especially during the winter. Their coats were very warm and dense and it made them quite nice to pet, so she would round up several and bring them to the lounge by the fireplace where we sat working on our needlecraft and calligraphy, and they would stay with us until we retired to bed.”

She went on talking, adding more and more detail to the rabbits and the school until her story began to blur with her dreams and she could see it all clearly. Chihiro had slipped off to sleep well before and they both dreamt of comfortable lounges with crackling fireplaces and friendly rabbits.

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“Gonta so sorry!” Gonta teared up, looking down at Chihiro. They’d just gotten to their rooms and seen the single bed, “Gonta should not make a lady share her bed! That not being gentleman at all!”

“Gonta, it’s okay!” Chihiro threw himself at his, much larger friend, trying to reach high enough to give him a satisfying, comforting hug, “It’s as much your bed as mine! I’m the one asking you to share!”

He wrapped his arms around Chihiro, catching him easily against his chest, “Gonta should give up his bed for lady friend, that gentleman thing to do,” Gonta sighed sadly, “But Monokuma said everyone must sleep in bed!”

Chihiro worried his lip. He knew that Gonta could usually be convinced that something was alright if it was said to be what a gentleman would do, but he was already under the impression that the opposite was what a gentleman should do, so that line of reasoning probably wouldn’t work. Gonta seemed really trustworthy, so he thought it might be best to come out to him, as that would probably calm him down. The idea of doing so was a bit frightening.

“Gonta…” Chihiro looked at his face, trying to work up the power of speech, “I, um, need to tell you something.”

Gonta was distracted from his worrying about properly polite behavior by Chihiro’s serious tone, “What need to tell Gonta?”

“Let’s sit on the bed,” Chihiro waited until Gonta had moved them, then took a deep breath, “I’m really sorry. I’m sorry for lying,” he started to cry, “And I’m sorry for being so weak, but-”

Gonta interrupted him, softly petting his hair, “No need to cry, Chihiro. Chihiro is strong girl. Very smart.” He didn’t expect a little girl would be that worried about physical strength, so he assumed the meaning must be broader. “And Gonta will protect Chihiro. Gonta strong!”

Chihiro shook his head, “Can I see… your hand?” he mumbled, reaching for it. It was just too hard to do to tell him what he needed to. Much easier to show him.

Gonta offered his hand immediately, then widened his eyes as Chihiro guided it under his skirt and settled it towards the top of his thighs, between them. “What?”

“See? You can f-feel,” Chihiro cried, “I’m not a girl!”

“Oh!!” Gonta nodded, understanding, “Chihiro boy!! Like Gonta! Why Chihiro lie?”

“So people won’t be mad,” he sniffled, “when I cry.”

“That mean!” Gonta glared, “People should not be mean when boys cry!” he hugged Chihiro protectively.

Chihiro smiled, “Thanks, Gonta,” he dried his eyes, bringing his confession back to the point, “But see? You’re sharing a bed with a boy, so it’s okay, right?”

“That right!” Gonta grinned, “Gonta gentleman!” He was quite relieved to find that he wouldn’t have to be so rude.

Chihiro nodded, “Let’s get ready for bed?” he hopped off of Gonta and went to the bathroom to change into his nightgown.

He walked back into the room and promptly dropped his school uniform. Gonta was naked. Gonta was naked and extremely muscular. Gonta was naked and really, really attractive. “G-Gonta?” he asked, face turning scarlet.

Gonta turned around and smiled, “Oh, cute pajamas!” He looked at Chihiro’s blush, “What wrong?”

“Nothing!” Chihiro shook his head urgently, “Nothing’s wrong!” He definitely didn’t want Gonta to feel that he’d done anything that he shouldn’t have, “I’m, um, just… surprised?” he smiled shakily.

“Oh! Because Gonta undress?” he nodded, “Thought we were that close. You put Gonta’s hand,” he gestured vaguely toward between Chihiro’s legs.

Chihiro squeaked, nodding as his face continued to heat up, “I did, didn’t I?” he took a deep breath, “It’s fine. It’s good. You look great, even,” he covered his mouth, confused at why it had started rambling on without him.

“You think Gonta look great?” he grinned happily, “Gonta glad not too big. Don’t want to scare Chihiro.” He reached down and hugged Chihiro again.

“No, you’re not scary at all,” Chihiro shook his head, “I, um, think you’re really cute.” It was probably best to commit to being honest about his thoughts, some of them, anyway.

Gonta sat down on the bed, pulling Chihiro with him. “Thank you!” he beamed.

They shuffled around the pillows and blanket so that Chihiro was tucked under Gonta’s arm, the most comfortable way to share such a small bed with two people of their relative sizes, and they were both covered up.

“Please don’t tell anyone that I’m a boy, okay?” Chihiro smiled hopefully. He didn’t want to give Gonta a secret, but hopefully he wouldn’t mind.

“Gonta not tell,” he agreed, “Gentleman not gossip.”

“Thanks,” Chihiro yawned, snuggling into his side. “I’m glad we’re friends.” He’d like to see if they could be more, but that seemed like a conversation that definitely should not happen when they were stuck sharing a bed regardless of what the answer was.

“Gonta glad too,” he nodded, “Chihiro precious friend.”

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Shuichi was trying not to be intimidated. It wasn’t working, but an effort was being made. He was expected to share a bed with the Ultimate Soldier. He wasn’t sure how he was going to sleep, but it would have to be okay. Her rather cold demeanor wasn’t helping him relax in the slightest.

“Mukuro?” he ventured from across the room, looking at where she sat on the bed.

She glanced up and waited, looking expectantly. It was sometimes easier to function in social situations if she were being Junko, but she had been told to be herself for this, so she just waited for him to explain why he’d called for her attention.

“Can I lay down?” he wasn’t sure if he should ask for permission, exactly, but it felt more comfortable to do so.

Mukuro blinked, “Of course. It’s your bed too.”

“Right,” he smiled sheepishly, coming over to lay down. “Uh, good night?”

“Good night,” she supposed it was as good a time as any to go to sleep. She slid herself under the blanket and closed her eyes.

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“Well, it looks like I got pretty lucky on who to share with,” Rantaro smiled; it was, perhaps, more forward than he generally liked to be with girls, but Miu’s outspoken personality made him feel it appropriate.

“Damn right!” Miu grinned confidently. “This gorgeous girl genius is a prize to take to bed in any situation!”

“I do love a girl who knows how good she is,” Rantaro closed the space in between them on the bed, “Maybe you’ll let me give you some of those good feelings you know you deserve?”

“What makes you think you’re good enough to touch this hot body?” Miu raised an eyebrow; she was interested and it would pass the time pretty well, but she was going to have a little fun beforehand too.

Rantaro gave a smooth smile, “Well, I’ve got some pretty good reviews, but, I’m also happy to work for the chance to prove myself. If you had something in mind,” he batted his eyelashes, “Maybe I could show you how talented I am?”

Miu’s cheeks burned a dark red. She didn’t have much experience with being flirted with in such a classy way. It was almost uncomfortable. “Alright,” she laughed, “That mouth is good for talking, let’s see what else you can do with it!” She flopped back and let her legs spread.

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“Even looking at you feels l-l-lewd!” Toko shouted, gripping her hair. She was standing on one side of the bed they were expected to share, glaring at Korekiyo, who stood on the other side.

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable,” Korekiyo smiled slightly behind his mask, “But I’m afraid I neither share nor entirely understand your feelings on what constitutes “lewd”. I am simply standing here.”

“Look at your hands!” she insisted, “You’re t-touching your own w-waist!!!! You’re c-c-caressing y-your own face!!”

“Yes,” he changed position to touch his other cheek, “But what of it? Why does that seem “lewd” to you?”

Toko was so embarrassed and overwhelmed that she couldn’t figure out what to say. She felt a cold sense of dread when she realized that she was getting lightheaded. She thought out a quick prayer to whoever might be listening that she wouldn’t wake up to a corpse in the room with her and toppled onto the bed.

Korekiyo blinked in confusion. His bedmate had lost consciousness, but didn’t seem to be in danger, as her breathing hadn’t changed. He was decently certain that she wouldn’t appreciate being touched unless it was an emergency, so he waited.

A moment later, Sho bounced back up instead, “Whoa! What’s going on?!” she looked around, tongue lolling out of her mouth, “Who the hell are you?” her face lit up, “My southern hemisphere is going crazy, you’re so pretty! I can’t wait to see under that mask!” She pulled out a pair of scissors.

He took a half step back, away from the weapon. “Hello, I’m Korekiyo. We’re meant to share a bed tonight, as per Monokuma’s rules. It is believed to be a motive for murder. May I ask with whom I’m speaking?” The girl in front of him was quite obviously no longer Toko; he wondered if she’d been possessed by some violent spirit.

“Oh,” Sho laughed, “I’m called Genocider Sho. Heard of me?” She was glad that she was between her victim and the door; that would make this a lot easier.

“Ah, yes, I have. You’re a very prolific serial killer with a very interesting method, and a rather selective victim type.” He kept his voice calm at Sister’s wordless insistence, but he was quite concerned. She had a weapon, he did not. And, with her kill count, she was incredibly dangerous.

“That’s right! I’m the Ultimate Murderous Fiend! I always kill my special scissors,” she held them up and licked her lips, “And I only kill the pretty little men!” She stepped to the side, advancing around the bed.

“While I appreciate the compliment,” Korekiyo stepped back, “I’m afraid it’s rather a bad time to indulge your murderous inclinations, is it not?”

“What do you mean?” she pursued him.

“Unless you also wish to die, it would be quite foolish to kill me in this circumstance,” he explained, carefully listening to Sister’s instructions to keep his voice steady. “We’re in a killing game wherein there is a trial after every murder to establish who the guilty party is. As we are partnered for the night, you, or rather, Toko, would be the most obvious suspect.” He rather hoped she wasn’t a murderous spirit and was instead some sort of psychological phenomena that was bound to that body. It would make his argument far more compelling.

Sho stopped, frowning, “Well, that’s true, I don’t want to die, I guess,” she crossed her arms, “But I can’t waste such a good opportunity! Look at you! I wanna feel your blood all over me!”

“I’m not sure I should offer that…” Korekiyo mumbled, fidgeting with the medal on his jacket.

“Be calm, sweet Korekiyo,” Sister spoke back soothingly, holding him tightly, “She seems irrational and impulsive, we want to redirect her focus. You can handle a little bleeding. Especially if it means you survive another day. Listen to me.”

Sho blinked, catching a few words here and there. He seemed to be talking to himself, but his demeanor changed completely between parts of the conversation. Was he like her and Toko? They couldn’t talk to each other like that, but maybe his personality split was different?

“You’re right,” Korekiyo sighed, then looked back at Sho, “If blood is all you need, it’s decently easy to arrange that without killing me, isn’t it? I’d be happy to allow it, provided we can discuss specifics.”

“You’ll let me cut you?” Sho was a bit taken aback, “You must be crazy,” she giggled, “I’ll take it though.”

Korekiyo nodded, “I do not mind. Though, please allow me to undress. I’d rather not have to mend my uniform.”

“Yeah, sure. I wanna see you naked anyway,” Sho shrugged, “It’s not just the blood that gets me all excited.”

He nodded and began undressing. He folded his clothes neatly as he removed them and stacked them on top of the bedside table. His mask was the last thing to be removed, revealing the red lipstick underneath.

“Lipstick?” Sho grinned, “Even better than I thought! You’re so pretty!” She looked over his body with interest, “That’s a lot of scars.”

“Yes,” he smiled easily, wrapping his arms around himself in a more comfortable position, “My choice of activities often leaves a physical record. It makes me quite happy.”

“Well, let’s add some more!” Sho grinned, “Lay down!”

Korekiyo complied, endeavoring to remain calm. In a situation where he felt less like his life was in danger, this would be incredibly exciting. A serial killer with a sexual motive was immensely beautiful and he would treasure an encounter with one. A female serial killer was especially interesting, as they were comparably rare. However, he couldn’t die yet, not before he’d gotten one hundred friends for his beloved sister, so this was more intensely unnerving.

“Be at peace, sweet Korekiyo,” Sister soothed him softly, “Stay alert in case you need to remind her to stop, should it get dangerous, but it’s alright. This is alright.”

Korekiyo nodded and shifted his attention back to Sho and her scissors.

In the morning, he was able to bandage everything and hide it away under his clothes, as if nothing had ever happened. He’d gotten essentially no sleep, but they had shared a bed, as instructed, and there was no need to say any more about it.

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“Don’t touch me,” Nagito batted her hands away, rolling over to face the wall.

Junko wrapped her arms around him and snuggled against his back.

“You’re disgusting,” he whined, trying unsuccessfully to scoot away; she clung to him like a leech.

“Oh, come on sennnnpai,” she batted her eyelashes, completing the cutesy appearance despite the fact that he couldn’t see her, “I just wanna cuddle.”

“Ugh, gross,” he pushed at her arms, “Don’t do the cute voice! It’s the worst!”

“I know, I know,” her voice dropped, “You prefer depressed, bored Junko,” she squeezed him tighter and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “But too fuckin’ bad!” she laughed roughly, “You love me! And you’ll deal with all of this,” she widened her eyes, and pulled her mouth smaller, “Right, senpai?”

“I also hate you, you know,” he rolled his eyes, turning to face her, “And it being complicated is all your fault.”

“Yep, I made you love me,” she smiled, “And now I make you hold me, even though it disgusts you soooooo much. I’m so glad your luck meant you got stuck with me! There’s so much despair!”

“I’d rather just sleep on the floor,” he tried to pull away.

“Nope, we share the bed,” Junko shook her head, squirming to be more on top of him, “God you’re skinny. Eat something.”

Nagito sighed, wrapping his arms around her, “Okay. Can we go to sleep?”

“I guess,” Junko chuckled, reaching up to play with his hair, “You should really brush your hair, you know? It’s all matted.”

“Talking isn’t sleeping,” he pointed out.

“Neither is this,” she leaned up and roughly kissed his lips, forcing her tongue past his teeth.

Nagito shifted under her, kissing her back. Ignoring her didn’t make her stop sooner and it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, aside from the fact that he could practically feel the despair in her saliva.

“Okay,” she eventually pulled back, “Let’s go to sleep.” She settled right on top of him, pulling a pillow under her head and closed her eyes.

“You’re like a cat,” he sighed, commenting on her entitlement, but closed his eyes as well. He could probably sleep under her well enough.

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“I’m so sorry you got stuck with me,” Mikan whined as they undressed for bed, “You can have b-both pillows and all the blankets if you want to. I would just sleep on the floor, but Monokuma.... I’m so sorry!”

“Um,” Chiaki yawned, “No, it’s okay... I think. We can just snuggle? Or spoon? That’s how it usually works when people share a bed, right?”

Mikan’s face turned blood red, “I, um, you want to spoon with me???” her voice rose an octave as she got more flustered, “Um, I didn’t know you wanted that! I can take my clothes off if you want!”

Chiaki blinked, wondering how things had gotten out of hand so rapidly. There were a couple mundane sim games that had sleepovers that she’d played and she’d thought that was what happened in them, though it was possible that she hadn’t gotten high enough in Mikan’s social link for that to work. “No, I’m pretty sure we should leave our pajamas on. This is definitely not that kind of game.”

“I’m sorry I suggested something so obscene!” Mikan covered her face and began sobbing into her hands.

Chiaki reached for her arm, pulled her down on the bed beside her and wrapped her arms around her, “Hey, it’s okay... I think. I’m not sure what happened, but everything’s okay. We’re friends. We’re just gonna go to sleep, okay? We don’t have to cuddle, but we can, and everything is okay.”

Mikan sniffled a bit, then returned the hug, smiling hopefully. “Friends? We’re friends? I like that!”

Chiaki nodded and pulled back to lie down before opening her arms again. Mikan obligingly crawled into them, laying her head on Chiaki’s chest. She blushed again when she noticed how soft it was.

“G-good night, Chiaki,” she ventured after a moment, but Chiaki’s slow, even breathing told her the other girl was already asleep.

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“You’re naked,” Kaede tried to muster up a positive tone so that she wouldn’t be mistaken for being judgmental in her surprise, but she still sounded primarily taken aback.

“Sure am,” Miu grinned, sitting up, “Wanna compare tit size?” she laughed, “I’m pretty sure I win!”

Kaede’s face flushed, “Oh, well, um, size isn’t everything. But uh, yours are, um,” she faltered, rather unsure of what to say that wouldn’t sound incredibly strange, “really pretty.”

Miu giggled, “You don’t have to tell me, I know I’ve got the hottest body. You’re probably trying not to sound jealous, huh? It’s okay, nobody has a body that compares with mine. You don’t have to feel bad.”

Kaede sat down on the bed, smiling fondly, “You sure are confident, Miu. I wish I could be like that all the time. Sometimes I do get a little nervous about how I look, especially on stage. I know people are there to hear the piano and everything, but there’s still always so much pressure for us girls to look perfect, you know?”

Miu nodded, “I mean, a gorgeous girl genius like me doesn’t have to try, but yeah, people are always full of opinions on how girls should look and dress and all that jazz. I can see why it’d get somebody down.”

Kaede slipped under the blanket. It was a little embarrassing to be sharing a bed with a naked girl, but she figured it was probably alright. This was just how Miu was comfortable and there was certainly nothing wrong with that.

“I don’t think this will wind up being much of a motive,” Kaede yawned, “I don’t think anybody will kill anyone over sharing beds.”

Miu pulled her blanket over herself and nodded, “Yeah, nobody’s that fucking stupid. Kinda feel bad for Creepshow though, spending the night with Man Hater probably ain’t gonna go so well.”

“You’re talking about Korekiyo and Tenko?” Kaede clarified, “Yeah, I hope they’re alright.”

“Maybe getting some dick would calm her ass down,” Miu suggested.

“I don’t think so, not if it belonged to a “degenerate male,”“ Kaede shook her head.

“Eh, true. And I dunno how the bitch feels about girldick,” Miu shrugged, “Oh well, let’s get the wasted third of the day out of the way, huh? Maybe my golden brain will dream up an invention to get us the hell out of here.”

Kaede smiled, “I hope so. We’ll all do our best tomorrow! We’ll escape for sure!”

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“I need to tell you something and you have to be a hero about it, okay?” Kokichi hated this. He hated this with every fiber of his being. He didn’t want to come out. He didn’t want anyone to know any truth about him whatsoever, especially not one that made him uncomfortable. He particularly didn’t want to tell Kaito, as he’d already made his feelings on gender nonconformity pretty clear with his remarks to Korekiyo. But it was tell him or sleep in his chest binder and he was already a bit sore from binding all day. Plus it was bound to come out eventually somehow and it being on his terms, at least a bit, seemed more pleasant.

“Well, of course. I’m Kaito Momota! Luminary of the stars!” he bumped his fists together in his standard hero pose, “I’ll always respond like a hero.”

“Okay, well, heroes don’t make people feel bad about themselves,” Kokichi pushed, “Or agree with societal oppression, right? Heroes accept people?”

Kaito thought about it and nodded. He wasn’t sure what Kokichi could be on about, but a good hero was good to everyone, to the best of their ability, of that he was certain.

“Alright,” Kokichi took a deep breath, “Can’t believe I have to come out to an idiot like Momo-chan,” he grumbled.

“Hey! I’m not an idiot!” Kaito objected; he’d caught the phrase “come out” and was curious. Perhaps Kokichi was gay? He seemed like he might be. That’d be a weird thing to need to tell someone though.

“Yes, you are,” Kokichi giggled, “But I don’t really have time to tease you. So, uh, just gonna spit it out, okay? I’m a trans boy.”

Kaito blinked, a bit unsure of what he meant. He’d heard vaguely of people being transgender before, but he wasn’t really sure how it worked. “Um, what? Does that mean you’re a girl?” He tried to work it out in his head as he asked. If someone was a trans boy, did that mean they were born a boy and wanted to be a girl or was it the other way or something else?

Kokichi shook his head, “No. I am a boy. I’m just a boy that some dumb doctor thought was a girl, get it?” he looked at Kaito, trying to figure out if he was following, “Like, I don’t have a dick, but I’m a boy anyway.”

“Oh! Okay!” Kaito nodded, “That makes sense!” So trans boy must be when someone was born a girl, but wanted to be a boy. Trans girl probably went the opposite way. Unfamiliar terms could be confusing, but that was simple enough. “Well, uh, I support you!” he grinned, “Heroes don’t care what gender someone is.”

Kokichi decided now would be a bad time to point out that Kaito potentially didn’t actually feel that way, as he wanted him not to be a jerk, but made a mental note to address it later. “Great, thanks. So, I told you because I’m gonna stop binding so it’s safe to go to sleep. Don’t, like, talk about my breasts, okay? I’ll cry.” He spoke in his typical teasing manner, but hoped that Kaito got that the content was partially serious, at least.

“I won’t say a word!” Kaito nodded decisively, “What do you mean about safe though?”

Kokichi turned his back to remove his shirt and binder, “I’m wearing a binder, it smushes my breasts so it doesn’t look like I have any. That means it’s gotta be suuuuuuper tight on my chest, which isn’t safe to sleep in because you need to breathe better than that and stuff.” It wasn’t the most thorough explanation, but Kaito probably didn’t need more than that.

“Oh, alright,” Kaito deliberately didn’t look at him until he was back under the blankets, chest hidden, “It’s good that you’re being safe then. Thanks for telling me.”

“Don’t tell anyone or I’ll have my secret organization follow you for the rest of your life and steal all your left shoes,” Kokichi yawned, grinning playfully.

“Heroes don’t tell people’s secrets,” Kaito smiled back, “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t tell.”

“Pinky swear?” Kokichi extended his hand, wondering if he could get Kaito to do something so childish and feminine.

Kaito looked a bit awkward, but nodded, putting his hand out and linking their pinkies. “Sure. Pinky swear.” He wanted Kokichi to trust him, so he’d make whatever kind of promise he wanted.

“Wow! I can’t believe you did that!” Kokichi laughed, “That’s so girly!”

“You started it!” Kaito objected, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, but I’m not Mr. Manly Man Hero about everything,” Kokichi kept giggling, “It’s funny for you to!”

“Whatever,” Kaito could feel his anger rising and he took a deep breath, “Let’s just go to sleep.” He didn’t want to spend the night fighting instead of resting.

“Sure thing, Buzz Lightyear,” Kokichi teased, yawning, “G’night.”

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“Forgive me already!” Mikan screamed, pulling at her hair, “Forgive me forgive me forgive me!”

“No, it’s me who needs to be forgiven,” Nagito shook his head, laughing weakly, “I’m such worthless trash that I take up your space and upset you this badly, all at once! I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be in the same room as you, and I’m still terrible enough to cause this.”

“Just forgive me!!!” Mikan wailed.

“That will be quite enough of that,” Sonia declared, suddenly opening the door, “Nagito, tell Mikan that you forgive her.” They hadn’t strictly been told they had to stay in their shared rooms the entire night, and though she was anxious to get back to Gundham, she felt she could not stand to listen to the pair of them self destruct next door any longer.

“But that’s ridiculous,” Nagito shook his head, “How can a lowly worm like me forgive an Ultimate?”

“That does not matter,” Sonia shook her head, “Do as you’re told.”

“Mikan, I forgive you,” Nagito obeyed. He didn’t understand what must be going on, but he was hardly going to refuse such an unmistakable order.

“You forgive me?” Mikan released her hair, looking hopefuly.

Nagito nodded, “Yeah. I forgive you.”
“Oh good,” Mikan smiled weakly, “That makes me so happy.”

Sonia smiled, “Now, Mikan, tell Nagito that you do not mind to share a bed with him.”

“Oh, um, well, I don’t,” Mikan shook her head, “I feel bad he has to wi-”

Sonia cut her off, “That’s okay. As he said, he’s honored. See, you’re both happy to share the bed. You’re friends. You like each other.”

Nagito blinked, looking from Mikan to Sonia. He smiled when he saw Mikan was mirroring the gesture. “Well, I’m really lucky to get to be friends with someone so talented,” he ventured, glancing over at Sonia again to see if it was okay to say that.

“I’m really h-happy we’re friends too,” Mikan smiled brightly.

“There now,” Sonia nodded, satisfied, “Both of you get into bed to get some rest. You’re both happy and friends. Do not forget.”

They both nodded and complied, climbing into the bed next to each other. Sonia returned to her room, having sorted out the situation to her satisfaction.

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“It’s finally time for bed,” Himiko smiled slightly, “I can recharge my mana.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Kokichi teased, “This room seems bad for mana.”

“Huh?” Himiko blinked, covering her mouth as she yawned, “What would you know about mana?”

“I know everything about it!” Kokichi grinned, “And this room definitely saps it. It’s because of how the furniture is laid out, I bet. The bed is too centered.”

Himiko shook her head, “No, that doesn’t make sense. I can tell with my magic. Here is fine.”

“Nope!” Kokichi argued, “This room might even take away some of your magic powers forever!”

“What?” Himiko tilted her head to the side, then looked around. She didn’t see anything that would steal magic away.

“Don’t worry!” Kokichi laughed, “It was all a lie!”

“Talking to you is such a pain,” she grumbled, tucking the blanket around her, “I’m going to sleep.”

“But Himikooooo!” he fussed, “I’m sooooo borrrred! Do a magic trick and entertain me!”

“They aren’t tricks, they’re real magic,” she argued, “But I’m too tired right now. Go to sleep.”

“Come on, pwetty pwease??” he pulled a childish pouting face, “Just do a widdle magic fo’ me? Pwease?”

“Why are you talking weird?” Himiko frowned.

Kokichi dropped the extra childish pretense, “It’s supposed to be cute. Are you too high to get that?”

“Huh? Who said I was high?” Himiko shook her head.

“Just thought you might be using your magic dust,” Kokichi shrugged, “Play with me! I’m bored!”

“But I wanna go to sleep,” she shook her head, “You should sleep too. I’ll teach you magic tomorrow, okay?”

“Promise?” he asked, bouncing softly on the bed.

Himiko nodded, closing her eyes.

He sighed, checking the clock, it was nine hours until morning announcement. An eternity before he could learn magic or play with anyone else. He grabbed his notebook and started planning out different pranks he could pull, trying to relax enough to be able to sleep.

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“You keep staring at me,” Kokichi looked up from his notebook to find Korekiyo’s yellow eyes fixated on him again. “Looking’s free, I guess, but if you wanna show, I’ll have to charge.”

“Oh? Do you think my interest is a sexual matter?” Korekiyo smiled behind his mask; he had been staring, and perhaps he shouldn’t have been quite so rude as to do so, but Kokichi was a fascinating specimen of humanity.

Kokichi blinked, a bit unnerved by the unwavering gaze, “Well, no, maybe not. Are you just obsessed with how cute I am?” he gave a childish grin, pushing his index fingers into his cheeks to make dimples.

“You are, quite simply, adorable,” Korekiyo agreed, “But that wasn’t precisely why I’ve been watching you.”

“Lemme guess,” Kokichi faked excitement, bouncing on the bed, “You’re trying to figure out if we knew each other before? Or maybe you want to wear my skin as a robe? I don’t think it’ll fit, I’m too small. Or, or, it could be that you want to draw me? You’re not an artist though. Maybe you’re trying to figure out how a person gets to be so cute? I’ll tell you the secret,” he laughed, “You drink lots and lots of grape Panta.”

“All interesting guesses,” Korekiyo smiled again, “But I’m merely reflecting on your place within humanity. You play the role of a trickster and in the modern age, such a role is revered by those who needn’t interact with the one playing it. It’s an old, old archetype though, and a very beautiful one. I wonder, though, which end will you meet?”

Kokichi blinked. Korekiyo could be hard to follow in the best of times and this certainly wasn’t. “What?”

“I guess the end will show us what kind of person you are,” Korekiyo mused, “You’ll be martyred and revealed to be ultimately good, or you’ll need to be defeated and revealed to be ultimately bad,” he gave a brief chuckle, “Or, as this isn’t a myth, perhaps the end will be messy or insignificant instead.”

“Ooookaaaay,” Kokichi giggled nervously, “You’ve got some weird thoughts.”

“Humanity is beautiful,” Korekiyo wrapped his arms around himself, “And you’re so beautiful especially.” He reached out and lightly stroked Kokichi’s cheek, “I can’t wait to see how this all plays out.”

Korekiyo’s bandaged fingers felt rough on his cheek and Kokichi shrugged away, “I gotta say, I am not happy we’re spending the night together. And that’s not a lie at all.”

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“So, uh...?” Shuichi’s face turned pink and he grimaced a bit, trying to find any words that would help how hopelessly awkward the situation felt.

“No worries, sidekick,” Kaito offered a reassuring grin, “The bed’s big enough. And I don’t think I snore that much.” He winked, showing Shuichi that he was just teasing and didn’t think he was bothered about that.

“Oh, uh, yeah?” Shuichi laughed nervously. He didn’t know why he was in such a state over this. Him and Kaito hung out all the time, he was way more comfortable with him than most people, but, well, maybe that was the problem. If something embarrassing happened, he couldn’t make it look natural to just avoid him all day the next day. And he knew enough to suspect that something embarrassing might happen.

“Relax, man,” Kaito clapped him on the shoulder, then sat down on the bed, “This is gonna be no problem. Sometimes heroes gotta live a little rough on the journey and sharing a bed with their sidekicks is fine. It’s barely anything. We got this.”

Shuichi nodded, gulping down a stream of objections. Kaito was right. It would be fine. Even if something happened, if he had a reaction of any problematic sort from being that close to him, it would still be fine. Of course it would be fine. It would be absolutely, one hundred percent fine.

“Hey, let’s do a little more training, huh?” Kaito searched for Shuichi’s eyes, he’d have expected him to be tired already, but he could see the gears in his mind turning a mile a minute.

“What? We already did?” Shuichi blinked, he hadn’t thought his anxiety was quite that obvious.

“Yeah, but maybe if we sneak and do a little more, we can catch up to Maki Roll a little bit,” Kaito chuckled, knowing that was obviously untrue.

“That’s a good idea,” a small smile quirked his lips. Kaito was such a good friend. All the more reason not to mess things up.

“Alright! Let’s do 50 push ups! Then 50 sit ups! Then 50 jumping jacks!”

Having picked a slightly more reasonable number, they were both able to slog through the workout in its entirety, albeit slowly. When they were done, the flopped back on the bed, a bit too tired to talk or feel much.

Shuichi awoke with a start sometime later, absolutely shocked that he’d fallen asleep without realizing it. He hadn’t expected to feel so relaxed. When he noticed that he was tucked firmly under Kaito’s arm, pressed against his side, he blushed deeply and considered if he should move. One the one hand, it might awaken Kaito. On the other, if Kaito woke up anyway and saw that he was aware of how close they were, he might think it was weird that he hadn’t moved.

In the end, the decision was made for him. Kaito rolled onto his side and wrapped his other arm around Shuichi as well, holding him securely against his chest. Shuichi relaxed when he saw just how out of his hands it was and quickly drifted back to sleep.

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“Oh Mondo,” Chihiro giggled as Mondo scooped him up into his arms, “I’m so glad it’s you.” Being chosen to share a bed with the one person in the group who knew his secret was the best stroke of luck imaginable. It seemed Monokuma expected them to get up to something that would be fun for him to watch on the cameras, which was incredibly embarrassing to think about, but did seem rather like a possibility.

Mondo nodded, carrying Chihiro over to the bed and sitting down with him straddling his lap. Chihiro weighed almost nothing it seemed and carrying him was like carrying an especially helpful posable doll. “Happy too, man,” he cuddled Chihiro close.

Chihiro kissed his cheeks, then frowned slightly, “You seem tense. Is everything okay?”

A faint blush spread over Mondo’s cheeks. Chihiro always noticed his feelings, sometimes even before he did. “Just Monokuma… I wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt ya, y’know?”

Chihiro nodded his understanding. Monokuma’s lecherous ramble had referenced some more violent things than either of them would ever be interested in. He clung more tightly to Mondo, trying to reassure him. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything like that.” The thought occurred to him that Monokuma could actually force them if he wanted to, but he quickly dismissed it as that idea didn’t bear thinking about unless it was immediately relevant. “And I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

Mondo started rubbing Chihiro’s back, smiling at how easy it was to cover basically all of it at once with his hands. “Good. I like the shit we do, y’know? All sweet and lovey…” His blush darkened, but he knew there was no shame in a man admitting his sexual tastes.

Chihiro nodded against him, melting under the light massage. Having a body could be a bit inconvenient at times as he was so unsure of what to do with it compared to how in control he felt with things in a digital space, so it was always a bit of a relief to have Mondo be deciding where he was and how to touch him.

Mondo leaned back on the bed, pulling Chihiro to lay beside him, then started unbuttoning Chihiro’s shirt. He pulled it off of him, then his undershirt as well, and started rubbing his back more properly. He didn’t have lotion, so he was careful not to have too much friction, but he happily kneaded the muscles, starting at his neck and working his way down.

They both found it slightly humorous, but when Mondo was feeling anxious or stressed, one of his favorite things to do was give Chihiro a massage. Being massaged himself would have been too passive an activity, even if Chihiro had felt sure enough of his hands to do it. And he enjoyed watching his responses. Besides, it reminded him of happier times- Daiya had loved back rubs and Mondo had countless memories of climbing behind him on their couch as a child to rub his shoulders and sit squished between him and the cushions.

Mondo sat back up and shrugged out of his jacket, then resumed focus on Chihiro. He looked so very delicate lying under him and a rush of unprovoked adrenaline made Mondo clench his fists. He needed to protect him. Right now, it was easy. He was right here with him. He rubbed gentle circles over his shoulders, then worked his way down, parallel to the spine.

Chihiro let out a soft, high pitched yawn and looked back at him with a sleepy smile. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Mondo smiled fondly back, a warm expression softening his gaze.

When he got down to it, he tugged Chihiro’s skirt down, sliding a hand under his stomach to lift his waist enough to pull it down his legs, then he sat it to the side with his shirt. He repeated the process to remove Chihiro’s panties. He then massaged down Chihiro’s low back and onto his butt without comment on moving to a more intimate area.

Chihiro squeaked slightly, turning red, but happily accepted the continued contact. Mondo didn’t seem to intend it to be sexual and his own thoughts on the matter weren’t the most relevant. Being touched there was certain to provoke a response, but he knew Mondo wouldn’t mind.

Once the muscles there seemed loose enough, Mondo moved his hands to the sides, massaging Chihiro’s hip flexors. As he’d spent a lot of his time sitting at a computer, these were a bit chronically tense and slightly ticklish to deal with.

“Mondo!” Chihiro giggled, squirming a little under his touch, “Mondo!”

“Tickles?” Mondo chuckled, “You’re so damn cute,” he continued, then started working his way down Chihiro’s legs, “Doing maintenance on a boyfriend is even more fun than a bike.”

Chihiro blinked. Mondo wasn’t very good with words, and there was an implication of objectification in what he said that Chihiro wouldn’t say himself, if he were expressing a similar concept, but the idea was actually heartmeltingly sweet and romantic, and he was extremely touched. The humor at the idea of being physically maintained like a machine just added to the charm.

“Oh, Mondo,” he beamed up at him, “That’s so sweet. I’m glad.”

He moved his hands up and down Chihiro’s legs, focusing a lot on his thighs and working out the tension associated with sitting often. His fingers dipping between his legs made Chihiro blush more; it was impossible not to think of them doing something else.

Mondo finished massaging him, then stood up and finished undressing himself before crawling back in beside him. He’d gotten enough distance from his anxiety to be pretty calm, and now he was very, very tired. He turned Chihiro toward him and wrapped his arms around him with a yawn.

“’S a good time to go the fuck to sleep, I guess. The damn bear will be waking us up soon enough,” he reached for the blanket to pull around them, yawning again. He paused when he noticed Chihiro’s arousal. “Oh… Sorry?” he gave an awkward smile, wondering if he’d caused that response.

“It’s not a problem!” Chihiro squeaked, turning redder, “You didn’t mean to.” Despite knowing full well that Mondo would not be upset with him, a swirl of insecurity turned in his stomach. This wasn’t part of what Mondo had been aiming for, so what if it was bad to happen?

Mondo pulled him tighter against his chest and kissed his cheek, “Okay, dude, well, I wish I wasn’t so tired…” he trailed off. Sex with Chihiro was extremely fun and he’d like to do it again. “But, uh, go ahead and deal with that,” he gestured between Chihiro’s legs, “I’ll cuddle here. Let’s maybe do something tomorrow though?”

Chihiro almost couldn’t decide if that specific response should make him more or less embarrassed. It wasn’t a conscious choice, regardless, but he wasn’t totally sure what he felt. On the one hand, there was acceptance and support. Mondo was happy with him and he didn’t need to feel insecure. That was relieving. On the other, Mondo had just suggested that he could touch himself while just snuggling with his boyfriend and that seemed a really intense level of intimate. It also seemed awkward, since the whole reason was that Mondo was going to sleep instead of wanting to do something together. However, the feeling did have some urgency.

Mondo closed his eyes and snuggled against Chihiro, moving one hand up to pet his hair a few times. Chihiro hid his face in Mondo’s chest and did as he suggested.

Junko sighed, watching the monitor. She laughed roughly, “Well, that’s fucking boring! All the fun bits are hidden under the blanket!” Then she seemed to wilt, leaning her face against her hand and slumping against the control panel. “So much despair. I even expected this to be almost interesting to watch.”