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Makoto sighed heavily as he closed the door behind Kyoko. It had been a long day at Future Foundation and he was utterly exhausted. While she hid it much better, he could see the subtle signs of exhaustion in his wife.
"What do you wanna do for dinner?"
"Leftovers or delivery sounds nice." Kyoko gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to her laptop. "You don't look up to cooling tonight, and I have a few reports to finish up." Makoto shut it within seconds.
"Kyoko, you said to stop bringing work home."
"I said that to you as your wife. As your superior, I have to finish a few things up." He grabbed the laptop and started backing away from her. Despite their exhaustion, they ended up spending most of the night playing ‘keep away’ with Kyoko’s laptop before she finally gave in and promised not to work that night. After a dinner of Makoto’s reheated cooking, they cuddled on the couch. Some old rerun of an investigation show from before the world went into despair was playing. Makoto listened to Kyoko’s analysis of who was the most likely culprit as one of her gloveless hands carded through his hair. Well, he wasn’t really absorbing her words, just listening to the flow of her voice.
He smiled as he looked up from her shoulder. Her hand paused.
“Yes?”
“I really do have Ultimate Luck~” He gushed. “I have an awesome, intelligent, gorgeous, kick-ass, wife! How did I manage to land you?” Kyoko’s hand quickly returned to its slow motions as she giggled and blush dusted her cheeks. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction.
Kyoko’s so cute when she’s being shy~
“Kyoko~”
“Hmmm?”
“I love you…”
“... I love you too Makoto.” He smiled as her face became confused with blush.
“Do you know how long I’ve loved you?” She had stopped petting him and tried to cover her face with her hands. “Let’s see, when we had amnesia it was… I think I started falling when you admitted you trusted me~ I felt honored to see a version of Kyoko no one else saw~ But Before our memories had gotten wiped…” He pretended to think. “Yeah, it was definitely when we went on the class trip to see the cherry blossoms bloom, you looked so pretty! But the following week I kept finding petals in your hair~”
“Are you suggesting I should wear pink more?” She tried to tease back.
“I think you’d be uncomfortable, but you’d look amazing in anything!” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Actually if we’re talking about things you should wear more…” Makoto winked. “I think you look best in my hoodies.”
“The only reason you got that hoodie back is that we got married.” Kyoko playfully poked his nose. “Otherwise I was gonna keep it.”
“Even when it didn’t smell like me anymore?”
“I would’ve figured out what detergent and cologne you used.”
“You saying you don’t need me anymore?” Makoto fake pouted.
“I’d certainly get more work done.” She teased. “But I suppose it would be very lonely… And I’d have to cook.”
“I see, you just married me for my hoodie and cooking.” That made his wife giggle a bit. Their little flirt fest was cut off by the clock chiming.
“We best head to bed, love,” Kyoko said with a yawn. Makoto nodded and stood up.
Honestly, if we had stayed like that any longer I would’ve fallen asleep… They got ready for bed in their usual fashion. Quickly tidy the apartment, brushing their teeth. Kyoko debated on stealing the shirt he wore that day to sleep in. Makoto demanded to be cuddled while he fell asleep. And a kiss goodnight.
The first thing Makoto noticed when he woke was the alarm didn’t go off. He naturally woke up at the crack of dawn because that’s when Kyoko liked to start her day, and he didn’t want to miss a second of it. Even if that meant chugging more than the recommended amount of coffee to wake himself up.
The second thing he noticed was he was holding, nor being held by, his wife. His hands searched for her in the bed. Normally this would be the point in the morning she’d lean down and give him a kiss on the cheek, and he'd feel her lavender locks tickle his face. He opened his eyes and saw there was no lavender-haired beauty holding two cups of coffee, one for herself, one for him, telling him good morning. His suit-clad wife was missing.
The third thing he noticed was this wasn’t his and Kyoko’s apartment. This was his childhood room. He wasn’t in the nice PJ set that Kyoko gifted him on their anniversary, he was in sweat pants and an old T-shirt. Immediately Makoto started to panic. Who brought him here? Where was Kyoko? Why did they bring him here? Where was Kyoko ? Why wasn’t he wearing his PJs? Where was Kyoko? Who thought it was a good idea to separate the traumatized ‘Ultimate Hope’ from his wife when most of the time she kept him grounded? WHERE THE FUCK WAS KYOKO?
He began rummaging through his old room looking for any clues. Something to explain the circumstances. Was he in another killing game? He hoped not, he couldn’t go through one more of those! If he was, where was Kyoko? He hoped not here, he’s already almost lost her twice in Killing Games?
Suddenly there was knocking on his bedroom door. He found a school book, it was thick enough to knock someone out, but not enough to kill someone.
“Makoto? Honey? Is everything ok? Did you have a nightmare?” Oh, it wasn’t a kidnapper or intruder. It was just his mother.
Wait a second. He threw the door open. His mother blinked down at him.
“Makoto? Are you alright? What are you doing up this early?”
“Did I fucking die?” He asked terrified.
“Language! What is wrong with you?” She tried to grab him, but he backed away from her.
“This is a dream.” He reasoned. “I need to wake up. I need to wake up!” He grabbed his head. All he wanted to do was wake up and hug Kyoko as if his life depended on it. His mother grabbed his arms and pulled him into a hug.
“We’re going to the doctor.” She gently told him. On instinct, Makoto began to struggle. He managed to break free from his mom and ran out the door. He didn’t care he was in his PJs and barefoot, he just needed to run.
Makoto always thought if he could go back and wake up in a world not ruled by despair he’d be happy. That if he had the chance to go back in time and stop everything, it would be perfect. Instead, he felt crushing anxiety and fear. He had no one. He didn’t know if this was a dream or if anyone remembered. He didn’t know where to even find his classmates and ask if they remembered. He was alone.
Alone… He had never been this alone before. Even during the killing games, there was always someone on his side. Collapsing to his knees on the side of some random street he began to sob. It was barely past dawn. It was so dark no one could see him crying. In the distance, he could see Hope’s Peak, but that caused him to break down further.
Suddenly he felt a blanket around his shoulders.
“There you are.” A voice he could recognize anywhere, even if it was younger. He opened his eyes and saw a travel mug with the scent of coffee coming from it. “I would’ve never thought that tour of your old childhood home would’ve been useful.” His eyes trailed up her arm. He’s met by the one and only Kyoko Kirigiri. As young as when they first met the first time.
“Kyoko!” He nearly leaped into her arms sobbing. “K-Kyoko!” She placed the coffee down on the pavement and sat next to him.
“I never took the time to watch the sunset when we walked to work together.” She lifted part of the blanket and wrapped it around both of them. Makoto gently smiled and leaned on her shoulder.
“Good morning…” He smiled at her. Kyoko grabbed the coffee next to them and handed it over to him.
“You are not a morning person, so drink up.”
“You’re the best, Kyo~” Makoto snuggled up to her.
“Once you finish, I’ll walk you back home. You have to get ready for our first day at Hope’s Peak.” She teased him with a kiss on the cheek. “I have to meet my in-laws after all. I don’t want to waste this chance.”
“You just want to steal my hoodie again don’t you?” He teased back.
“Look’s like you’ve developed some detective skills of your own.” The pair stood up and walked hand in hand back to Makoto’s home. Where he introduced Kyoko as his girlfriend, and she did make good on her promise to steal his hoodie.