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From the very first day that he was trapped in this killing game, he knew that you were likely to become a target.
When Monokuma had first revealed their situation and the killing game, you had broken down almost immediately, clasping onto the ground as tears streamed down your face and letting out croaked sobs. You had seemed so helpless and broken, even he felt a ping of pity for you, his empathy taking control of him as he crouched down and spoke to you in an attempt to comfort you, his voice soothing and perfect for calming your nerves.
With him and the help of the others - Kirumi and Rantaro especially - you had eventually found yourself able to breathe again.
And you've clinged to his side ever since.
It wasn't a problem, really. No. In fact, a part of him quite enjoyed the way that you followed him so often, willing to listen to him and his stories as he allowed you to grip his hand(or at least when you two were more secluded).
When you felt sad, you came to him.
When fear pooled in the pits of your stomach, you looked for him.
When you felt yourself descending into the depths of despair, you held onto him.
It felt so... new . Foreign.
He still wasn't entirely used to it, but needn't complain.
Today, however, you hadn't been as physical with him as you had been. In fact, you barely even spared so much as a glance in his direction, instead placing your focus on the others. He managed to speak with you for a moment or two, but as soon as he had your attention, it was taken away from him again.
He was fine, he told himself. He wasn't bothered. You were likely curious about the others is all. It was that simple.
That night, he was having trouble sleeping. Yes, he'd never been one to drift asleep so easily, but tonight it has been abnormally difficult as he tossed and turned. Why did he feel so restless tonight?
Perhaps...it had to do with you?
He took a deep breath. It seems that he failed to notice how significant you've become to him.
Suddenly, the door to his room slowly creaked open, and he fell completely still.
Ah, how foolish of him to assume that he'd be safe tonight.
He stayed motionless, eyes shut and breathing even as he waited to hear the sound of the door closing and footsteps approach him.
Once he did, quickly he pulled back the covers and sprung out of the bed, his hand reflexively reaching for the knife on his nightstand-
And the fury in his eyes died instantly when they laid on yours.
"(Y/N)?" He stuttered. "What brings here so…" He looked at his hand gripping the knife, and slowly, he let go. "Unannounced?"
You, understandably, seem rather shaken(oh, how humanity even manages to look beautiful when wracked with fear), your voice wavering, "I-I'm sorry. I should've knocked. But, uh, I just wanted to know...if I could maybe sleep next to you?"
For a long moment, he's quiet. His eyes bared into you, motionless.
Then he laughed.
"H-hey!" You shout, blush spreading across your face. It only made him laugh more.
He placed his hand over where his mouth would be, the corners of his mask lifted by his smile. "Kukuku. I apologize, but I simply can't contain myself. You make me believe that an intruder has entered my room to take my last breath, only to leave my dumbfounded upon the truth of your true intentions? It's rather humorous."
"Well! I just...you make me feel safe, if that doesn't sound too weird?"
Instantly, his laughter died. Did his heart just skip? Surely not.
He cleared his throat. "Well...I be wouldn't apposed."
He laid back onto the bed and scouched over to the other side, drawing the sheets open for you. He could feel his heart race a little as you walked closer to the bed. He'd never done this with anyone before, but you seeked his comfort, but he didn't really know what to do-
But apparently you did, because you climbed into the bed and faced towards him, not being shy in making yourself comfortable as you softly pressed your face into his chest, the top of your head rested just beneath his chin.
He didn't know how else to respond aside from slowly( way too shaky, calm yourself ) wrapped his arms around you. You hummed, and it soothed him a little.
A few minutes pass by in peaceful quiet, the sound of your steady breath calming. Admittedly, he still felt a bit tense, but holding you like this felt relaxing. It almost felt... normal .
"(Y/N)?"
"Mmhm?"
"Is this...a common thing for friends to do?"
For a moment, you didn't respond, silence falling over the room as his question hung in the air. Please. Please tell me.
Finally, he felt you smile against his chest. "Yeah. I think so."
Somehow, he didn't entirely believe that.
He shook his head. No. No, that couldn't be. After all, his heart had already been captured. He was loyal. He didn't need anybody else.
Yet, he didn't complain.
Nor did he the next night.
Or the next.
You truly are fascinating, aren't you?