First of all, I wanna thank you all for 12k views and 300 votes. Its a big accomplishment for me because I thought this book wont have any movement on the views but i'm wrong. So thank you very much for all the support you're giving me and I'll try my best to cope with irl shit so i can continue this more, ily !!
I'm writing this to comfort myself, the requests are almost done i promise.
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Another murder again. You've been through cruel things this past month. And yet it's all the cause of the Killing game. Friends, partners, mutuals will perish one day just like the others. You pretty much was the emotional one but you kept your tears hidden. Kaede was the one who supports you at first, but she also died at first. Its all for the sake of ending this killing game. After her, many deaths was followed. You wanted to stop this gruesome shit but you never knew how, the tunnel doesn't even work. You doubt it's real, Monokuma was probably faking everything. The third class trial just happened and thus broke your soul because Angie and Tenko was so supportive, seeing Himiko cry made your heart turn to pieces. The hallway was empty, everyone that was attending the trial looked lifeless and hopeless. You prefer being alone because you knew you was gonna tear up. Just then you went past by the kitchen and you noticed a sharp cutter on the table. You hesitantly took it and was willing to find the owner, but you brought it to your dorm instead. Your emotional mode was turned on, and you started crying like you usually do. But the tears tripicated based on how much class trial you've been through. If everyone's gonna die at the end, what's the point in living right now? You huffed and grabbed a tissue to wipe your tears, you reached the cutter you placed on the nightstand and looked at it closely. You started to try slice your hand slowly, It does hurt but that's what makes it good. Once again tears started to drip down from your eyes and you teared up loudly. It's already nightime and everyone probably is asleep, but you made one crucial mistake that cant be undone. The door lock. You heard the door creaked and some voice calling out your name. "Y/N?" You gasped and quickly throw the cutter under your bed. All that's left was just the tower of tissues and your puffy eyes. But you met eye with someone you never expected to. Purple hair, checkered scarf, that was the person that barely not disturb you. Kokichi. One thing makes him different than usual, his eyes was also emotionless and there was black shades under. You could tell he cried, but he would most likely hides it if he's Kokichi. "K-kokichi? What are you doing-here?" You spoke as you tried to wipe your remaining tears away. He didnt answer your question and closed the door behind him instead. His eyes was directly pointed to your hand , he looked shock for a moment but shadow filled his face. "K-kokichi?" You stuttered at his attitude. He moved fast and close to you and reached to you. He grabbed both of your hand and hugged you immidiately. What filled you was... warmth. The warmness you never felt before, but the warmth made you not want it to let go. Your tears dripped down once again and now you teared up on Kokichi's shoulders. You never want to let the warmth go anymore. He patted your head even you could feel he himself sobbing in secret. He suddenly let go of the hug and made you gasp, he took a medical kit out of nowhere and bandaged the cuts. He smiled and looked to you,
"Y/N-Chan, listen to me.
Whenever you feel sad, you can talk to me. Whenever you feel alone, remind yourself that im here for you. Whenever you lose hope, I'm still hoping to be with you. Whenever you want to die... Remember that you still have me to support you along all this cruel thing"
Hearing his wise words broke you down and made yourself cry on his shoulders once again. This is the warmth you wouldnt let go, ever.
You gained hope and faith in living. For now.
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I somehow love this oneshot and this pretty much comforts me. I hope I made your day just a little bit better by this.
