How did it all go wrong?

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TW: If you get triggered by emotional abuse, homophobia and the f slur, please avoid this chapter. Also just references to last Kokichi and Mondo thing but not ship thing- don't know how to describe it but ehhh

Point of View: None

Mondo drove all the way to the garbage lot that he saw as a comfort, getting out the mattress, and watching at Kokichi face planted into the mattress
"Are ya' alright?" Mondo asked as Kokichi kept his head on the mattress. Shaking it slightly
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"My dad loves me! There's nothing to talk about." Kokichi looked up, yelling slightly, pouting. Mondo knew that was a lie.
"You don't have to talk about it. Just know I'm here bud." He began kicking at some metal, feeling slightly frustrated he wouldn't talk. But he didn't want to upset him.
"Even if there was anything! I'm alright!"
"Kokichi. I know 'it's a lie' will slip out your lips soon. Just tell me." He looked at him with a frustrated look, making Mondo feel bad,
"I'm sor-"
"My dad called me a miserable faggot." He blurted out, "he found out that we slept together once."
"Oh- what did he do?"
"Well..." he looked at a metal pipe, gently dragging it over and making circles with the pipe in the ground, "he told me he would kill me if we kept hanging out."
"Ah! Why?"
"He thinks we're dating."
"Pfft. Like we'd date." Mondo laughed, trying to lighten the mood
"Exactly! You fucking sucked." He cackled afterwards "and not the good way."
Mondo sat next to him and looked at the ground, then at his face. His face looked like a mid panic attack
"Kokichi..? What happened to you last night..?"
"Neeheehee. You want to know so badly! You must love me!"

Point of View: Kokichi Ouma

"Well. What happened last night..."

I was walking home proudly, I managed to get everyone in class to believe Miu was a slut! What a cum dumpster: she's too loud. And annoying.

When I got home, I was humming to myself, checking the time. He won't be home for a while, so I could just vibe. Grabbing a grape juice from the fridge, taking my shirt off and began making pancakes, just listening to 'Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow' by Queen, because sometimes I like sappy shit. Scrolling through my phone, I kept annoying Mondo, sending cringy gifs and chuckling to myself, dancing to the music, pretending to waltz because it's a beautiful song and it's my house- I'm allowed to vibe to random music. Once the pancakes were done, I put them onto a plate, putting syrup on top with blueberries, debating whether I should eat them slowly and saviour the flavour or eat them quickly and enjoy the cramps from how quickly I ate. I was leaning to the second option since gotta keep them warm.

I was about to bomb my mouth with taste until I heard a crash from upstairs. Shit he's here...

I ran up to see my dad, sifting through a phone, snarling. Well. He does that a lot but he seemed especially mad. I was about to walk away until I heard a deep
"Ouma. Come here."

I walked upstairs, quaking slightly, walking into my dad's room, looking him in the mirror "Ouma... what is this..?" He was holding his phone, on an app. Was that-

"Wait what? How do you-?"
"What is this? Who is Brutish? And why do you call him 'big dick'?"
"Because he has a big dick..?"
"And how you do you know this?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at me disappointed "and why do you have so many dick pics from other males on your phone but yet you call this person 'big dick'?"
"Um... well..."
"Ouma. Are you a faggot?" He glared at me, those words slipping out his mouth, making me feel a bit numb, but I am not going down this path without a fight. I have dignity-
"What if I am?"
"You slept with this Brutish didn't you..." he snarled, going onto his profile seeing it was Mondo. "YOU SLEPT WITH A BIKER?!"
"Yes. And?"
"YOU'RE DATING THIS DISGUSTING FREAK?!"
"Sure. Yes I am." I grinned, lying through my teeth to piss him off. He stood up, slammed the door behind me and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU ARE DISGUSTING! YOUR MOTHER SHOULD'VE ABORTED YOU!"

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