He looked up at Hon, raising an eyebrow.
At Hon's nod, he took a sweeping step backwards, taking his wig off and tossing it aside along with the purple contacts.
It was like another person had taken Kiro's place, this one with short orange hair and bright red eyes, the eyelids of which had lowered.
Time seemed to stop.
All eyes were on this new person. Kirika Hoshika.
Then, just as the realization set it, Monokuma's voice could be heard. "IIIIIIT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!!!"
A chain flew down, snatching people.
Jimin stared at Kirika, her eyes wide.
| You are not the villian.
Teardrops formed, the memories of the time they'd spent together flooding back.
| You once held my hand.
How no matter where they went, his hand entwined itself in hers, grasping it. Like a cry for security and a symbol of trust.
And she'd been wrong about him this entire time.
| Stand up.
The chain came down.
|Get out.
She was dragged away, a trail of sparkling tears floating in the air behind her.
|Things don't always go as planned.
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Writing Pieces
RandomA few ideas sparked from prompts or headcanons. Most of these are inside ideas (like inside jokes but probably not funny??) and will either have no specific character in it or ocs. Sorry :wave: And now some things are a little serious and might seem...
