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Being in a prison filled with murderers is without a doubt a strange situation, and for Kayano Mikoto, who barely even knows why he's here, you bet the stress gets to him. In an attempt to numb it and gain some comfort, Mikoto broadened his horizons and tried to befriend as many people as he can – this surely can't be real, right? He'll go and do his job of entertaining, and if he does good enough, he can leave. Right? ...Right??
Well. It's the second trial now. And that was clearly not the right conclusion to draw.
For some reason, he's been more forgetful, and increasingly exhausted. But who wouldn't be? After all, everybody here has been tense; Kotoko beat down the guilty prisoners, leaving Mahiru crippled and Fuuta blind in an eye, and all prisoners have realised the true, heartless state of this prison. While pondering on why he hadn't experienced anything of the sort by Kotoko, he remembers something.
A rumour.
He's heard from the other prisoners, albeit through a couple of feet of distance, about his increasingly violent tendencies at night. It'd explain the whole trashed cell thing, and why the prisoners kept this distance, and also why he'd feel so sore in the morning, but it simultaneously opened up more questions: 'Why?,' 'How?,' and of course, 'Should I be concerned??' Those questions certainly crossed his mind a couple of times, but he hasn't been able to draw a definite conclusion.
Whatever. Whatever! He should try and forget it all! He should go meet with his boyfriend. Maybe being caught up in trying to comfort him can help with this mess.
Boyfriend being, one of the many prisoners he tried to establish a bond with: Kajiyama Fuuta. They've gotten closer throughout this mess, leading them to an eventual relationship. But, after his beatdown by Kotoko, he's been tense, afraid, scared... everything. It hurts Mikoto to see him like this – it's only right for them see eachother. They're mutually exhausted, and he knows he'd appreciate if someone did this for him.
*knock, knock*
"AGGH-"
Mikoto hears a strained voice on the other side of the door, surely surprised by the rapping at the door, and objects clatter against eachother. He tries to hold back a chuckle, but fails.
"Heheh. Fuuuuuuuuutaaaaaaaaa~"
After a moment of silence, the door creaks open the smallest bit. Fuuta glares with his one eye through the gap, as if he's as fearful as all the other prisoners who keep their distance. Is he... angry?
"I just wanted to check up on you. Is something wrong? Are you feeling better?" He dropped his voice to a more caring, softer one, but it doesn't go through to Fuuta.
"Haha. Like YOU'D care, right? Y-You've been so reckless ever since Es fell asleep... Everybody's been terrified of you, so why drop that act for me? I'm just like the rest of those murderers... I'm guilty as shit. Why bother to check up on me... If you're here to beat me up just like that bitch did, then go ahead."
He muttered that last part, clear that fear and anxiety were bubbling up inside him.
Mikoto softens his eyes, and opens the door further. It seemed like he didn't try to push force into the door at all, since he put up no effort to block his entry.
"C'mon, Fuuta. I... I don't really know what you're mentioning, but I just wanna help. Let's talk it out."
He sits down on the foot of the bed, tapping the empty space next to him.
"...Ugh. Fine. But don't do anything weird, ok?"
He drags his feet towards the empty space, and slams down on the bed in exhaustion. He really was tired... Mikoto turns his head towards him, and begins to start a conversation.
"So? What's up?"
"...Nothin' much. I'm just shocked you're acting so... normally. ...Look, I dunno if I'm being intrusive, but, clearly you need more help than I do. I just mean, I want to be there for you too... o-or something... Kotoko, she was mentioning something about how you had... multiple personalities? Uhm..."
He loses track of his thoughts, and stares into the floor, a silence echoing in the gaps between them
.....
"Fuuta."
He nervously turns his head to face Mikoto, and makes contact with stern eyes.
"M-Mikoto?"
"You should ignore Kotoko. Are you seriously trusting the words of some woman who beat you half to death? Not to mention how your injuries would've been way worse had Kazui not stepped in. Don't be stupid."
Fuuta sensed that the air around Mikoto changed, and chooses his next words with caution.
"A-...Are you sure? I mean, clearly right now there's something up, isn't there? I think you should check with Shid-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, and before he can even realise, he feels a throbbing pain in his cheek, and suddenly he's facing the wall. As Fuuta goes to bring his hand up to the pain, he side-eyes Mikoto, and is faced with a glare stronger than what he had directed to him earlier. A shiver goes down his spine, and he dodges his eyes.
"What did I just say? I'm not involving myself in that shit. I'll figure that out on my own, so stop prodding around where you don't belong. Know your place."
"Mikoto" shifts his sitting position, trying to ignore the spike of adrenaline he just got. He doesn't want to harm someone so close to Mikoto after all, so he should be careful with his actions. Of course...
"Y-You bastard!"
...unless he starts the fight.
A fist goes flying towards Mikoto's face, but grabs it mid-air and uses the force to pin Fuuta back down onto the bed.
"Hahaha! Do you even know the position you're in right now?!" He grabs Fuuta's other wrist, weakening any efforts he puts in to escape his grasp. "You're useless without both eyes. Have you not realised that yet? You can't even see half my face right now. No wonder you couldn't dodge that slap!"
He lets go of one of his hands to attack again. Fuuta stopped trying to defend himself, and accepted the slap he gets on the opposite side of his face, equally out the pain. That face of defeat, and of weakness, sends a twinge of guilt to "Mikoto's" heart. But... on the other hand.
"GUH-HA-"
He missed having this feeling of power over someone. He continues to ball his hand into a fist, sending it repeatedly to his stomach and face. Anybody that tries to attack Mikoto's dear body...
He picks Fuuta up by his hoodie after a couple of minutes or so of punching him, and makes him sit up. He shakes like a stray cat in the sopping rain, shooting "Mikoto" with an intense guilt yet again. It's not like he doesn't hold any affection for Fuuta – hell, it's probably the main reason why he's doing all this to him – but he can't help feeling strange. Is it so bad to show your love through such harsh measures? Has aggression been forever mixed into his blood?
How annoying it is to think about this, and purposefully stress himself out, when he has his own punching bag sitting right in front of him, tempting him to continue? As he looks into Fuuta's terrified eyes, he charges up his fist and slams it right into his midsection, causing Fuuta to bend down and tightly grab his stomach with heavy breaths.
Ahh... He's perfect.