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Leon Kuwata stared up at the ceiling to his new room. The events of what had just happened that day replayed in his head over and over again. The events seemed utterly ridicules, like something that would happen on a trash TV show. Leon just couldn’t get his head around it.
A killing game. That’s what Leon was currently stuck in and he didn’t know how to respond. The other fifteen students that were stuck with him had similar reactions. Anger, shock, denial. A few students managed to keep their heads on like the Kirigiri chick and the really buff and very intimidating Ogami, but everyone looked a little shaken up.
They had all split up to look around after Oowada had punched Neagi’s lights out. Leon winced at the memory. The poor guy was just trying to stop Oowada and Togami from brawling and he got knocked out. Luckily, Neagi didn’t seem to be hurt to badly, the only indicter of pain was his half closed eye that was defiantly going to turn into a black eye later. The kid hadn’t even been mad at Oowada for hitting him, just understanding. Leon didn’t know how he did it and frankly, if someone had punched him out, he would be furious. That was just him though.
The school itself wasn’t to bad, though they only had access to the first floor. There was a true sense of entrapment when Leon saw that the second floor stairwell was locked behind a set of bars. Not even the strongest members of the class had been able to tear it down, and Leon had tried with everything he had.
The baseball player’s thoughts soon drifted to his other classmates or as he liked to call them, prisoners. Leon would admit that he was put off by the wide rang of personalities that he had encountered during the first meeting. His favourites (aka the people who didn’t scare the shit out of him) had to be Fujisaki, Neagi, Maizono, Hagakure and Asahina. They were all super friendly and seemed like they would be easy to get along with.
Next were the students that Leon thought were just plain strange. Enoshima, Fukawa, Yamada, Ishimaru and Celestia. They were all varying degrees of strange though. Ishimaru just seemed to have a stick shoved up his ass, Celestia was the worst liar ever, Yamada was just a creep, Enoshima switched how she acted every minute and it made Leon’s head spin, and Fukawa was just… weird. Leon really didn’t know how else to put it.
Then there were the students that Leon was either scared of or hated. Ogami looked like he could chuck him halfway across the world in the matter of seconds, Oowada looked like he would crush Leon into the ground if he said anything about that really stupid pompadour or his, Kirigiri was just to calm and mysterious and Leon couldn’t trust that.
Than there were the two remaining members of the class. Togami and Ikusaba. Togami was hot. Really hot. Unfortunately, he was also a huge dick that couldn’t even be bothered to look at Leon. The baseball player already didn’t like him before their last conversation finished.
Ikusaba was a weirder case. Being the ultimate soldier, Leon was very intimidating her. But, she did seem like a pleasant person at the very least. Never leaving her sister’s side, Ikusaba seemed to be an amazing body guard. Leon also noted that when the killing game was announced, Ikusaba jumped in front of her sister and took a fighter stance. She seemed to be ready to kill the bear from the very second it appeared and Leon would have been fine with that, if it weren’t for the bear making it clear they weren’t aloud to touch him.
All in all, an eccentric bunch that Leon was now stuck with. Weren’t the worst people to be trapped in a killing game with, but definitely not the best. Leon let it sink in that those people would probably be the people he spent the rest of his life with. That was… if no one took the bear up on the deal and tried to commit murder. That thought sent a cold chill down Leon’s spine. The prospect of one of them dying was a thought that Leon couldn’t accept.
Leon wasn’t sure what he should think. What would happen if someone committed murder? Monokuma explained the trials to them, but Leon hadn’t been fully paying attention to that. Would they have to become lawyers and detectives after finding one of their dead friends? What would happen to the murder? What would happen if they chose wrong person? All of these questions swarmed Leon’s mind as he continued to stare up at ceiling.
With a sigh, Leon pushed himself up. He slowly made his way out of his dorm room. The dinning room was going to close soon and he wanted something to eat. The room was mostly empty asides from Asahina and Ogami. Leon waved at them. “Hey.”
Asahina looked up. “Oh hey Kuwata! What are you here for?”
“Food. I usually eat with a full stomach.” Leon explained. “What about you two?”
“Asahina wanted some tea and I decided to stay up with her.” Ogami chipped in. He made note of the two tea cups in front of the girls.
Crossing his arms, Leon thought aloud, “Never tried tea. Is it good?”
“Depends on what type. Like, the sweet stuff if super good, but there are some bad types to.” Asahina cringed at the thought.
Ogami set a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you liked cranberry.”
The other girl shook her head and smiled. “It’s alright! You couldn’t have known anyhow.”
Leon smiled at the scene before waving. “See you two later. I’m going to get my food.” The other two waved at him and bid him goodnight. The kitchen was fully stocked, as was briefed when they were discussing what was on this floor. Leon grabbed an apple and tossed it up before grabbing it again and biting into it.
With that objective complete, Leon headed out of the dinning room and back to his own room. There were very few people in halls. Taka seemed to be scanning the halls with his very intense red eyes. Celestia was doing whatever Celestia did and Makoto was chatting quietly with Sayaka in front of his door. Leon paid them no mind as he disappeared into his room and shut the door behind him.
Exhaustion finally hit him as he fell to the bed. Leon was barely able to throw his apple away and take his shoes and socks off. He climbed into his bed and curled up in the covers. There were a few beats of silence as Leon finally let himself drifting off.
He’d deal with this whole killing game business tomorrow.