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‘’To our last night on earth!’’
‘’Cheers!’’
All of class 80th clinked their glasses together, the fruit flavored punch dripping on the floor, but none of them seemed to care as they gulped back their drinks.
Kokichi was the first one to finish, slamming his empty glass against the wooden floor and then letting out a quiet sorry when Kirumi asked him to be more careful.
‘’Kaede, what even is in this thing?’’ Rantaro asked, raising an amused eyebrow as the others were still drinking their glasses.
The said girl giggled, throwing herself over a bunch of dark red pillows on her floor, ‘’Um, rum, vodka and anything else I could steal from my parents’ without them noticing.’’ She smirked, running a hand through her blonde hair, carefree, ‘’I kind of think they noticed and still left us here alone, though.’’
‘’This little girl has finally joined us on the dark side,’’ Miu grinned, patting Kaede on the head as she lay next to her. ‘’I’m fucking proud.’’
‘’Okay, okay, I have a question,’’ Angie interrupted, pouring herself another glass of the red punch. She took a careful sip and asked, ‘’Why did you guys call this party the End of the world -party?’’
Tsumugi flopped on one of the huge pillows, the red complimenting her blue hair. She let out a chuckle, ‘’Because Kaede’s a Life is strange rip-off.’’
Kaede raised her head from the soft cushion enough to meet the other girl’s eyes and gasp, ‘’Am not!’’
‘’Are too!’’ Tsumugi insisted, blowing her a short-lived raspberry before letting herself relax and look up at the roof.
The whole room was dark red, matching the theme of the party. There were only red and orange glow sticks, red lava lamps and Kirumi had even gotten red pillows and blankets. No one had any idea where Kokichi had gotten the fog machines, and honestly everyone was afraid to find out, but now they sat on Kaede’s bedroom floor and blew red smoke into the room. Everyone sat on the floor so it was a little difficult to see each other, but it was fun and made the whole place seem like a 19th century opium den or, you know… the 21st century Yasuhiro Hagakure’s basement, both examples fit.
Of course, none of them were actually doing drugs. Because Gonta, Kirumi and Himiko were there. In the world there are just some people whose worlds you cannot stain, and those three were a great example. If they, for some reason, happened to leave early, though, who knows what would happen?
‘’Angie, Angie, Angie, you little idiot,’’ Kaito shook his head, ‘’This party is called the way it is because we start our senior year tomorrow. So, uh, it’s officially our last night on earth, fam!’’
Almost everyone cheered without being told to. Even Korekiyo, and he had been busy filling Rantaro’s neck with necklaces made of glow sticks for the past twenty minutes.
‘’Ah, not this Heaven’s Gate bullshit again,’’ Kokichi groaned, annoyed and shaking his head, ‘’I think I’m getting Vietnam flashbacks.’’
Maki was sadly sitting next to the short teen and asked, ‘’Kokichi… what the honest, genuine fuck does that mean?’’
‘’Kokichi, you’re being so disrespectful and drunk right now,’’ Shuichi sighed, pouring another glass of punch and handing it to Kokichi, ‘’Here, have some more.’’
‘’I must admit, I don’t regret coming here tonight,’’ Korekiyo hummed, snapping shut the last pair of glow sticks he could fit around Rantaro’s neck. It was just a big area of glowing red at that point.
Angie twirled one of her ponytails around her finger as she placed another one thoughtfully on her chin, ‘’Speaking of cults like Heaven’s Gate… boys, how’s the book club going?’’
And like in sync, all Shuichi, Rantaro, Korekiyo and Kiibo gasped, placing their drink audibly on the floor if they were holding it.
‘’First rule of book club… you do not talk about book club,’’ Kiibo stated, shaking his head in disappointment. The other three boys murmured in agreement in the background.
‘’For real, though,’’ Tenko spoke up. She was laying on her stomach, one of the pillows scrunched up under her chest as Himiko lay next to her, her red hair almost invisible in the rest of the crimson room. ‘’You meet up twice a week to do… what? Read Fifty shades of gray, you pervs?’’
‘’Gonta- Gonta is not even sure if Gonta knows how to read,’’ admitted Gonta, mumbling into his drink in a rather sad manner. He knew how to read, but everyone else in the room still gasped loudly, sounding offended.
Kokichi was the one to speak up and point at Kaede, ‘’Kayayday, you have ruined our pure boy with your stinky ass alcohol! I’m suing!’’
Kaede rose up on her elbows, furrowing her brows, ‘’Kokichi, you’re literally drinking that alcohol right now.’’
He quickly set his glass down, swallowing the last gulp he could. ‘’You ain’t got no proof, ma’am.’’
Ryoma was staring up at the roof, the place where Kaede had added some pictures of cut out planets with red filters (with the help of Korekiyo and Gonta since they were the tallest people in their class, but that didn’t matter). The red light from the floor reflected on to the roof and Ryoma stated, ‘’This is like the Red Light District all over again.’’
Yet again, a groan was heard from everyone.
‘’That’s it, all the short people out,’’ Maki pointed at the door somewhere at the edge of the room, in the darker parts.
‘’I didn’t do anything!’’ Himiko groaned, pulling her hat to cover her eyes from the others. ‘’This is discrimination!’’
‘’Guess what the real discrimination is?’’ Miu spoke up, louder than anyone else in the room, ‘’The fact that I bought these shoes for fucking fifty bucks and we only invited our class!’’
Rantaro asked, carefully and slowly, ‘’You… you wear shoes indoors?’’
As if on cue, everyone besides Miu, Ryoma and Kokichi pointed at the door and yelled, ‘’Get out!’’
Kaede laughed, burying her head in the pillow, ‘’This year is going to be the death of us.’’
‘’Damn straight,’’ Kaito shook his head, chuckling.
A buzz was heard, surprisingly coming from Korekiyo’s pocket. He started digging through his jeans before pulling his phone out and checking the message he got. Everyone else waited in silence and anticipation.
‘’Okay, if you won’t die… my sister is now available to go buy us drinks,’’ he explained, ‘’Do you guys wish to get some?’’
Everyone shared a knowing look before answering, ‘’Hell yeah!’’
‘’Kiyo, your sister is the best,’’ Rantaro chuckled, punching Korekiyo gently in the arm.
‘’Ah… should I be triggered by this?’’ he raised an eyebrow.
‘’Everyone from the 78th class is the best, not just Mukuro,’’ Shuichi stated, smiling, but soon he was hit in the head with one of the red pillows by no other than Kokichi. ‘’Ow! What was that for?’’ he whined.
‘’Um, for optimism!’’ the shorter complained, hitting him again, ‘’All the other classes are our enemies! 80th for the win!’’
Maki didn’t hesitate and quickly swung Kokichi in the head with one of the pillows, sighing, ‘’Cut it out, gremlin, if you don’t wanna die.’’
‘’Bold of you to assume I wanted to live in the first place,’’ Kokichi blew her a raspberry, but continued to jump behind Shuichi’s back to avoid getting hit again.
If there was something the 80th class never should do (well, ignoring the library, water park, aquarium, school play, art museum and studying), it was having a pillow fight. They had it once during freshman year, on the pyjama day at Hope’s Peak. It ended up in Gonta trying to catch one of the pillows and accidentally breaking a window. Later, Kokichi had been duct taped to some pillows and had been thrown out of that very same window. Of course multiple people had also been hit down the stairs accidentally or not so accidentally (shaking my head, Miu) and the poor fallen one had once gotten their tailbone broken (Angie).
‘’Guys, calm down!’’ Kaede pleaded once about half the room had started smashing each other with pillows and trying to drown one another in them.
It didn’t help, Maki and Kokichi were now teaming up on Shuichi, Maki was trying to hit Angie who was running around the room to escape and Tenko was protecting Himiko from Kiibo and Tsumugi.
‘’That’s it,’’ Rantaro shook his head, took a deep breath and yelled, ‘’Shrek dies in Endgame!’’
And the room went quiet. Not a sound. Not a flinch. Even Kokichi had dropped his pillow down on the floor on an instant. All eyes were on Rantaro, who looked rather achieved from stopping the fight.
‘’80th class,’’ Korekiyo whispered, slowly grabbing a pillow himself and watching as the others did too, ‘’...assemble.’’
With a scream that was sure to wake up Kaede’s neighbours and most likely the whole block, all of the 80th class leaped forward with their pillows raised, attacking Rantaro repeatedly with the soft cushions.
‘’This sure is Rantaro’s last night on earth!’’
‘’Hey, that’s- ow! Probably true!’’ he whined, laying down on the ground as everyone kept smacking him.
With a defeated sigh, he raised his hands as a sign of giving up and slowly everyone got off him.
‘’And who’s the homeroom teacher to say we can’t do healthy group activities together?’’ Shuichi laughed, snorting.
‘’You don’t even know her name, do you?’’ Kirumi asked.
Shuichi waved his hand across the air, brushing it off, ‘’It’s already been three years, I’ll survive the last one just fine without knowing.’’
‘’Guys,’’ Tsumugi realised, growing serious, ‘’We have school tomorrow and it’s… two a.m.’’
Kaito let out a carefree chuckle, followed by one filled with panic, ‘’We’re fucked, aren’t we?’’
‘’To our last night on earth!’’