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"Wh-What the… where am I?”
Shuichi Saihara groaned and rubbed his sore head. He didn’t remember falling asleep… and he felt really groggy. This wasn’t a natural sort of sleep (not that sleep came easily after what he had gone through).
Sitting up slowly, he found himself in an empty classroom. The detective’s eyes grew wide as he was hit with a sickening sense of déjà vu.
No… not again. Please, no, I can’t do this again…
Now impossibly alert, Shuichi got to his feet and started to make his way to the door, ignoring the headache pounding through his skull. He didn’t make it farther than two steps, however, before stumbling, foot catching on a chair leg, and crashing to the ground. The boy cried out as his head exploded in agony.
There was a shout, and Shuichi looked up slowly to see two boys. One had green hair and was looking at him with wide, worried eyes from the now-open door of the classroom. The other…
No.
Please no.
His vision blurred and his headache was immediately forgotten. He couldn’t register anything other than the split white and red hair on the other teen’s head.
Please not again.
Shuichi scrambled backwards, eyes trained on the boy. Said boy looked back, and slowly started to walk towards him. The detective flinched and moved back more, mind racing. The colouring was the same as Monotaro, but since he was so much bigger… and human… there was only one thing he could be.
“Monokuma… wh-what are you doing here?”
The Monokuma-looking boy stopped and looked at him in confusion. The green-haired boy knelt down and looked at him in concern, his expression open and trusting and so out-of-place compared to Shuichi’s racing heart and spiking anxiety. The detective may have been able to relax around such sincerity if not for the other person in the room. Monokuma narrowed his mismatched eyes.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Shuichi’s eyes widened before forming a fierce glare.
“You… you BASTARD!”
He suddenly leapt off of the floor and tackled the dual-coloured teen to the ground.
“You monster! How dare you?! After what you did to Kaito… after what you did to Kaede… WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!”
Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and he was pulled off of Monokuma. But he still continued to struggle and yell.
“What, was it not enough?! You killed us! There are only three of us left! Was thirteen deaths not enough?! Are you not satisfied?!”
He sagged in defeat when the arms around him didn’t let up. Monokuma was looking at him in shock. After a moment, he spoke up.
“Who… who is Monokuma?”
Shuichi’s eyes snapped up to look at him.
“What do you mean, ‘who is Monokuma?’?! You know full well who you are! What you did! Who you killed!”
The green boy who was holding Shuichi back looked up at the monster in human clothing.
“Todoroki, have you ever seen him before?”
Monokuma- Todoroki?- shook his head. He then turned to leave the room.
“I’ll tell Aizawa-sensei. I think he might have a concussion.”
Shuichi’s thoughts froze.
“Aizawa… sensei? There are… there are teachers here?”
The two boys looked at him like he was insane. The green one spoke up.
“Of course there are. We’re in a school.”
“So… it’s not another killing game?”
Both boys froze. Monokuma-Todoroki turned around, an expression of horror on his face.
“What… what do you mean, “killing game”?”
A voice came from the door.
“Aww, having fun without me?”
Quite frankly, Kokichi Ouma wasn’t expecting to wake up again. He had played his part; he had done what he could. It was all over. He was finished.
So, when he opened his eyes, he was naturally quite confused.
Kokichi stood up slowly, head pounding as he leaned against a wall for support. He seemed to be in… some sort of teacher’s lounge? What? Wait…
No…
Is this what hell is? A never-ending cycle of killing games?
The door to the lounge swung open and in walked a hobo. Kokichi immediately put his metaphorical liar’s mask on and smiled. Real or not, he had a persona to maintain.
“Hey there! You look sleepy! And like a hobo. I bet you stiiiiiink! Neeheehee!”
The man immediately grabbed the weird scarf-thingy around his neck and somehow manoeuvred it to wrap securely around Kokichi. The boy was very confused, but he didn’t let the man know that.
The man’s hair started floating and his eyes glowed red as he stared down the liar.
Kokichi wasn’t scared.
Maki’s scarier, anyway.
“Soooo, nice place you got here! It looks just like the office of my criminal organisation group! Also, your organisation system is weird. Who sorts files that way?”
“You went through my files?!”
“Nope! I lied! Neeheehee! Heyyyy, Hoboman! You ever killed before?”
The man looked at him in shock, and Kokichi could tell that he was surprised at his own lack of composure. Unsurprising; Kokichi had a knack for getting people riled up. The hobo took a second to calm himself.
“You look so young. Have you killed people before?”
Kokichi smiled.
“Yepperooni! What, you haven’t? Hey, did you know I’m the leader of an underground criminal empire?”
Hoboman looked absolutely horrified, all previous composure gone.
“Neeheehee, I’m hungry! Hey, Hoboman, can I have some food?”
He was met by an unimpressed stare.
“No.”
Kokichi started to tear up, and the man instantly looked more alert.
Gotcha.
Parental instincts, easy to exploit.
Just like Kirumi.
“But… I haven’t eaten in so long! And you look so nice, you haven’t even tried to kill me!” He started bawling. “Please! I’m so hungry! I’m scared, Hoboman!”
The scarf loosened slightly as the man walked forward and put a hand on Kokichi’s shoulder.
“Hey. Hey kid, it’s ok. I’ll get you some food.”
Kokichi wriggled out of the scarf thing and zipped to the other side of the room. His tears dried and a wide smile spread across his face.
“Neeheehee! That was just a lie! Silly Hoboman, you clearly don’t know who I am! Allow me to introduce myself!”
He gave an exaggerated bow.
“I’m Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! Pleasure to meet you, Hoboman!”
He then turned and ran out the door, giggling gleefully as Hoboman swore and ran after him.
The teen swerved through hallways, laughing loudly as he dashed through the school. His time as a member of D.I.C.E meant he knew how to get out of bad situations, and Kokichi managed to stay ahead of the hobo (who was much faster than expected). At one point, he thought he heard yelling, but with his own laughter ringing in his ears, he couldn’t make out the words.
After a few minutes of the chase, he ran into a room with a massive door, only to stop short at the sight of three boys already in what looked like a classroom. His gaze narrowed in on the only one he recognised, mask staying firmly in place as he smirked.
“Aww, having fun without me?”
They all whipped around, and Kokichi grinned at Shuichi. The two made eye contact and the detective started to tear up.
“K-Kokichi?!”
“Hi, Shumai!”
“Y-You’re dead! You died! Kaito killed you! How are you here?!”
“Wait, you found us out? It didn’t work?”
“Well, uh, yeah, I figured it out and Kaito stepped out of the Exisal before the vote.”
“That son of a bitch! I swear, I’ll kill him a second time when I find that piece of-”
“Ahem.” Hoboman (who had come in just after Kokichi) cleared his throat to gather the attention of the four children. They all looked at him, and Kokichi took the moment to carefully secure his mask. Can’t slip now, after all.
“I’m going to need an explanation.”
Ah. Right. The man did look extremely tense, and the purple-haired teen had no doubt he was sizing them up, seeing if they were threats. From the way he looked between the other teenagers in the room to back at them, the Ultimate assumed that the only reason he wasn’t attacking was because of the two he didn’t know. Kokichi looked at Shuichi and decided to take charge of the situation, just like a true supreme leader! But before he could even open his mouth, he noticed the colouring of the other student in the room.
“Monokuma?!”
The Monokuma-looking boy sighed. “Again? Can one of you tell me who that is?”
Kokichi looked at him sceptically, paranoia rearing its ugly- yet familiar- head. He then turned back to Shuichi, who shrugged.
“I mean, I thought the same thing, but apparently his name is Todoroki? I’m not sure. Wait, hang on.” He turned to Hoboman. “Where are we?”
Hoboman sighed, and Kokichi didn’t bother stifling his giggle. He received a glare for his troubles and Shuichi earned an answer.
“This is UA High School.”
Kokichi looked at the blank face of Shuichi and guessed that he wasn’t the only one who had no idea what that was. He was about to ask, but then the door slammed open.
“SHUICHI!!”
Kaede Akamatsu was so sure she was dead. Her execution had been slow and painful, her windpipes slowly crushing as her body was used to play her favourite song on the piano. She knew, she knew that she was dead. She felt it.
So… why did she wake up on the floor with a bad headache?
She groaned and shifted her body slightly, noticing that she was in a hallway with many doors. The door directly in front of her opened and out walked a very beautiful girl with her black hair in a high ponytail. The girl looked at Kaede in confusion and slight wariness.
“Who are you?”
Kaede sighed and took the offered hand to help her up. She stumbled into the girl, who held her steady, and Kaede introduced herself.
“I’m Kaede Akamatsu, Ultimate Pianist and student at Hope’s Peak Academy. Well, I was…”
The girl frowned.
“I’m Momo Yaoyorozu, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve never heard of Hope’s Peak, what part of the world is it in?”
Kaede looked at her in confusion.
“It’s in Japan? It’s a pretty famous school, and…” She cut herself off before whipping around to look down the hall. She wasn’t sure how she knew what she was saying, or why the term ‘Hope’s Peak’ sounded so familiar, but she had more important things to worry about.
“Where’s Shuichi?! I need to find him. I need to. Please, please tell me he made it through. Where is he?!”
Yaoyorozu looked confused and slightly worried.
“I haven’t seen-”
“Damnit.” Kaede cursed. She began running down the hall.
“Shuichi! Damnit Shuichi, I swear to all the gods I don’t believe in, if you’ve died-”
She was hardly aware of Yaoyorozu calling out her name and chasing after her as she pelted out of the dorm-like building and into a massive school. She needed to find him, he had to be alive, he needed to-
She turned the corner and heard voices coming from a closed door. One of the voices sounded familiar.
She burst through the door and was greeted by the sight of Shuichi Saihara and Kokichi Ouma in the room.
Thank god.
“SHUICHI!!”
Kaede froze in her tracks as she stared at a human Monokub. If it was human, then it had to be Monokuma’s doing. She instantly raced across the room and placed herself firmly between Monokuma and her friends.
“Get away from us! We won’t play your games anymore! I won’t let you do this to us again!”
Monokuma just looked exasperated, which only aggravated Kaede more.
“Do you know how it feels? How it feels to see a dead friend on the ground? How it feels knowing it was your fault? Watching everyone around you accuse each other until they all point at you?! Do you know how it feels to be hung while your body is slammed onto piano keys in some sick, twisted version of a beautiful song while your windpipes slowly collapse?!”
She felt gentle hands land on her shoulder and tug her away from the boy, who was wearing a horrified expression. Kaede turned angrily, only to see Shuichi hugging her from behind and sobbing into her shoulder. She instantly turned to return his hug.
“Oh, Shuichi… I’m so sorry I had to leave you like that. I am so, so sorry, Shuichi. I’m sorry you had to see what happened to me.”
Shuichi shook violently in her arms.
“K-Kaede… how are you… h-how…”
“I’m not sure, but I swear to you, I will protect you this time. If this is real, and if I’m not dead, then by god I will fight the world a million times over for you, Shuichi. I won’t leave you again.”
She suddenly gasped, taking in his deep blue ahoge and realising.
“Your hat! Shuichi, you aren’t wearing it!”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Ah, after you died, I… I wanted to honour your memory. I took your advice.”
She wrapped him in a huge hug.
“I’m so, so happy! Did it make you feel better?”
Shuichi smiled shyly and then looked her right in the eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah, it did.”
Eye contact. Shuichi had made eye contact.
Kaede started to cry as she beamed brightly.
Monokuma cleared his throat, but the pianist spoke up before he could.
“No. No, I’m not dealing with you today. Go find some other kids for your sick killing game, we won’t be a part of it.”
“I’m not Monokuma.”
Kaede looked at him.
“Then who are you?”
“My name is Shouto Todoroki.”
She thought for a moment.
“Huh. Well, I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
“Apology accepted- from what I’ve heard, you had every reason to. I do have one question though. How many more of you will there be?”
Kaede looked at Shuichi, who spoke up.
“Well, maybe the survivors, as well as the first and last dead? No, wait, Rantaro… and Kaito died after Kokichi… wait, maybe all of us are coming back? So… sixteen, maximum?”
The homeless-looking man spoke up for the first time since Kaede had arrived.
“You all seem to… speak rather casually about death. Is there a reason for that?”
They all shrugged. Then the door slammed open once more.
“KOKICHI FUCKING OUMA, YOU BETTER SAY YOUR PRAYERS BECAUSE I SWEAR, NOTHING SHORT OF DIVINE INTERVENTION BY MOTHERFUCKING ATUA HIMSELF WILL BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS!”
Maki Harukawa was not happy. She hadn’t slept very well the night before, her nightmares plagued by Kaito’s death, as always. She had been grumpy the whole day, and both Shuichi and Himiko had been sure to warn people out of her way.
After finding out that Tsumugi had lied (that bitch was so lucky the boulder got to her before Maki did), the three survivors had to traverse their way through the broken pieces of what they called the Outside World. They had been camping out in a town, where the residents were trying to contact some place called Future Foundation after hearing what they had gone through. Apparently, the organisation had dealt with survivors of killing games before.
The disease thing was entirely fake, as were the meteorites.
Bitch.
It had turned out, Maki learned, that the Gofer Project did exist, but was abandoned early on in the apocalypse when they realised that not all Ultimates would be suitable for such a project.
Understandable. An assassin, a robot, a dying man, a raging lesbian, a serial killer, a suicidal death row convict, and a cult-obsessed artist who made blood sacrifices were not exactly prime candidates for the repopulation of the world.
Not to mention Miu’s horny fuck ass.
Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Cosplayer and Remnant of Despair, had decided that the killing game created by Junko Enoshima had potential to be an incredible reality show, and that if made legal, her beloved Junko could live on through despair. She had faked videos of people signing up by cosplaying as them (apparently cospox was a load of bullshit that was just pulled out of her ass for ‘plot purposes’) and organised the Ultimate Hunt to gather her participants.
Maki had been told by a shaken old man with one leg and half an arm that Maki had only been captured through the Ultimate Swordswoman and her army, members of the Remnants of Despair. It made sense; nobody other than elite Ultimates would have been able to even lay a hand on her.
Tsumugi then used the old research for the Gofer Project and started it back up, moulding the place to her liking with the help of other Remnants of Despair. According to the people Maki had met, when the main sixteen Remnants of the 77th Class disappeared a while back, it upset Tsumugi enough for her to launch what she called Danganronpa, the base of what she wanted to become a legal source of entertainment, earlier than planned.
It was the most traumatising experience of Maki’s life, and she never wanted to re-live it.
So, when she woke up in a fucking school hallway, she was not happy.
Fuck it.
“MONOKUMA I SWEAR BY THE STARS IF YOU THINK YOUR LITTLE TRICKS WILL SAVE YOU FROM MY WRATH THEN BE READY TO BE FORCE-FED YOUR FUCKING MOTHERBOARD AND ALL YOUR GODDAMN CHILDREN! I AM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD!”
Ever since Kaito’s death, Maki had taken to using the phrase ‘swear by the stars’ instead of ‘swear to god’. Clearly whatever god may or may not be out there didn’t give enough fucks to save him, and Maki wouldn’t even bat an eye at their pitiful existence. The stars, however, were beautiful enough to have captivated the astronaut. Kaito had dedicated his life to those stars and had died surrounded by them, and Maki felt that the least she could do was acknowledge their beauty.
Her yelling had yielded a result, however. Two boys ran down the hall toward her, only to stop dead at Maki’s murderous expression. They started to back away, but it was too late.
She grabbed the yellow-haired one by the arm and flung him against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. The redhead immediately tensed but was thrown next to his friend nearly instantly. She quickly took out a knife and flipped it in her hand.
“Alright, fuckfaces, here’s the deal. You tell me where I can find that two-toned bitch and I’ll let you live. If you don’t…” She gripped her knife expertly and threw it out to the side without looking away from them, embedding it deep into the wall as she took out another blade.
“If you don’t, it won’t be pretty.”
“Wh-What do you want from him?” The redhead boy asked. Maki’s ruby eyes narrowed.
“Did I say you could ask questions?” She pressed her knife against the yellow-haired boy’s neck. “No. I did not. You’ll either answer me or stay silent and die. Just to be clear,” she slowly drew blood from the yellow kid’s neck as she tauntingly moved her knife across it. She ignored the unnatural deep red colour. “Your friend goes first.”
The two of them stayed silent, and Maki was starting to get impatient. She growled and moved to slice the boy’s neck-
Before a familiar giggle ran out through the hall, followed by pounding footsteps.
Maki reared back. She knew that giggle.
That motherfucker.
“KOKICHI OUMA! GET YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE ASS OVER HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU A SECOND TIME! I SWEAR, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU’RE GONNA WISH YOU WERE CRUSHED BY THAT HYDRAULIC PRESS INSTEAD BECAUSE I HAVE NO MERCY FOR SOMETHING LIKE YOU!”
She sprinted down the hall, grabbing her knife from the wall on the way and leaving two very confused and scared boys behind.
As the assassin rounded a corner, she almost ran face-first into a tall boy with what looked to be six arms.
Maki did not even hesitate.
She whipped out a knife and flung it at him, surprised when he dodged but not surprised enough to slow down. She rolled underneath his arms and snatched the knife from the air as she continued to run, never looking back. She had lost the trail of that lying little rat, but she continued to search, slamming open every door she saw and scaring many random people inside.
Maki eventually reached a massive door that she did not hesitate to slam open.
There you are.
“KOKICHI FUCKING OUMA, YOU BETTER SAY YOUR PRAYERS BECAUSE I SWEAR, NOTHING SHORT OF DIVINE INTERVENTION BY MOTHERFUCKING ATUA HIMSELF WILL BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS!”
Maki marched forward, ignoring the others in the room. She grabbed Kokichi by the neck and a wave of déjà vu rolled over her, reminding her of a time surrounded by people that weren’t with her anymore. She tightened her grip and slammed him hard enough against the wall to give him a concussion.
“YOU DIRTY LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER, YOU’RE DEAD FIVE TIMES OVER! I SWEAR I WILL BURN YOU AND YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE ORGANISATION TO THE GROUND UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT EXCEPT FOR BLOOD AND ASHES!”
She felt hands pulling her back, but she quickly threw them off and started squeezing harder.
“YOU MANIPULATIVE BASTARD, I’LL RIP YOU APART-!”
A gentle voice called out to her, making her stop and turn around. The sight she was greeted with made her drop a gasping Kokichi to the floor. She hardly noticed the other members of the room rushing over to the boy on the floor as she stared at the girl in front of her.
“Kaede? But… how?”
Kaede gave her a gentle hug, and Maki could feel her anger melting away.
“I’m not sure myself, but please calm down. I can tell you don’t like Kokichi, but we can’t start hurting each other like this again.”
Maki leaned into the hug and let out a shaky sigh, showing the uncharacteristic vulnerability that had come more naturally since Kaito’s death and been encouraged by Shuichi.
“I know, I just… you didn’t see what happened to Kaito.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
“Uh…”
The girls turned around and Maki almost stabbed the teen on sight when she saw his hair. Kaede barely managed to hold her back long enough for the teen to speak.
“I’m not Monokuma! I swear, I don’t even know who he is, but the others reacted in similar, if less violent, ways. Please don’t kill me, I swear I mean you no harm.”
Maki looked at him with narrowed eyes full of doubt. After a few tense moments, she sighed and turned away.
“Fine, I’ll believe you, but I highly recommend staying out of stabbing range.”
The boy shuddered. “I have a feeling you would be able to stab me even if I was just a speck on the horizon.”
She nodded. “You have good intuition.”
Kokichi coughed from his position on the ground, a trembling smile forming on his face.
“W-Wow, Maki Roll, straight to violence, h-huh? I guess even a-after Kaito’s-”
A knife embedded itself deep into the wall behind him, startling an ‘eep!’ out of him. The entire room was paralysed by the murderous intent rolling off of the assassin in waves. She took one slow, menacing step forward.
“One: Do not. Ever. Call me that again. Two: Keep his name out of your filthy, lying little mouth. Three: You will not. Ever. Mention that god-forsaken trial. Do you understand?”
The room was silent save for the harsh breathing of Kokichi. Maki took another step forward.
“I said. Do. You. Understand?”
“Hey, c’mon Maki Roll. Don’t be too mad at the guy.”
Kaito Momota had died in peace. He had finally gone to space, he had saved his Maki Roll, he had helped his sidekick for as long as he could. Kaito was at peace when he faded out. Yes, he could have done more, and yes, he would have liked a second chance, but he would accept what he had.
So, when he woke up again, he was ecstatic to be back.
Obviously, something had happened, but Kaito did not care. He never was one to overthink things, anyway. He was back. He could see Shuichi again. He could apologise to Maki Roll. He could become an astronaut.
He was back.
Maybe the impossible really was possible.
The boy wasted no time in standing up, the pain of his headache nowhere near the agony of coughing up blood, so it was easy to ignore. He hacked slightly as he stood up and instinctively covered his mouth before moving his hand up to see how much blood he had thrown up this time.
His hand was clean.
The astronaut’s jaw dropped.
His hand was clean.
Kaito could not believe it. In fact, he purposely started to cough more, deliberately checking for blood every time.
He never saw any.
He inhaled deeply and gasped.
He felt so alive.
He stood up straight and laughed, his breath feeling light and free. He started walking. Then running. He even did a sit-up. It didn’t hurt at all.
He was free.
He laughed and skipped down the hall of wherever he was, trying to find something recognisable while also relishing in the feeling of freedom. He stopped short when he came across a pair in the hall, one bleeding a strange red from his throat as the other was ripping off his blazer to help it stop. Kaito immediately rushed over to help.
“Yo, you guys ok over here?”
The two looked at him. The redhead cautiously stood in front of his friend and asked, “Who are you?”
Kaito grinned.
“I’m Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars! Who did that to you?”
The bleeding boy spoke up. “Some crazy girl with knives and dark hair in these long pigtails.”
The redhead looked behind him cautiously. “Kaminari…”
Kaito froze.
Maki Roll?
“Where did she go?”
The two looked alarmed at his urgency. The yellow one stepped forward.
“Hey man, just chill-”
“Where. Is. She?” He snarled.
“J-Just down that hall!”
Kaito ran off in the direction he pointed. After a moment of running, he saw a big door that was open, and he heard a voice inside that sounded furiously familiar.
He had missed that voice.
No matter how angry it sounded, he had really missed that voice.
He walked to the door, catching Maki Roll standing over Kokichi.
Kokichi?
Huh?
He was quickly distracted by the venomous tone of the assassin, and it wasn’t too hard to guess what they were talking about.
“…said. Do. You. Understand?”
Kaito smiled and raised his voice.
“Hey, c’mon Maki Roll. Don’t be too mad at the guy.”
She whipped around and flung herself at him. Kaito laughed and stumbled back a little, managing to somehow keep his balance as they collided. When he put a hand on her head, the astronaut heard a muffled ‘do you want to die?’ that made him laugh even harder. He removed his hand, putting his other hand on her back and started rubbing it soothingly as she cried.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok now, I’m right here. I’m right here, ok? I promise I’ll never leave you again. Ok, Maki Roll?” He gently put two fingers under her chin to guide it up. “C’mon, look at me.”
She slowly untensed to allow him to tilt her head up and Kaito’s heart hurt at the tears in her eyes and the absolute devastation on her face. He leaned down to give her a small kiss on the check.
“It’s ok, I’m here now. Ok? Breath with me.”
Maki Roll lifted a trembling hand to the cheek he kissed and looked up at him.
“You…”
Kaito groaned as he remembered his execution.
“Ah, shit, I never said it back, did I? I’m so sorry, Maki Roll. I’m so, so sorry.”
She cried even harder and latched onto him with a vice-like grip, but he made no move to try prying her off. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back.
Then a thought came to his head. A thought that made him grin.
“You little warrior. You survived, didn’t you?”
She hiccupped before nodding into his chest. Kaito let out a laugh.
“I knew it! I knew you could do it!”
“K… Kaito?”
Kaito turned and there he was. In all his detective glory, stood his sidekick Shuichi. His smile grew wider as the boy launched himself into the hug and started sobbing. He laughed and reached a hand up to ruffle Shuichi’s hair.
“There’s my sidekick! You made it through, as well?”
A nod.
“Yeah! I’m so freaking proud of you!”
“This shit is touching and all, but what the fuck?”