Robotic Heart

Chapter 7

! TW for death !

I sat up against the door, alone in the dark dorm. I hadn't turned the lights on yet, but that was in no way a priority at the moment. My heart was still racing fast, and I could feel a  warmth growing in my chest as I recapped everything that had just happened. Despite the room being quite chilly, my palms were sweating just from thinking about what had happened only just a few minutes ago.

Is there something wrong with me? Why am I suddenly feeling like this?

I continued to sit against the door, thinking. It was merely just a hug, there was no intention behind it besides showing gratitude. Kiibo is a robot after all, he was only trying to be familiar with me. Yet, I couldn't help but feel something inside of me. Like there was a rising heat in my chest that was about to explode. Now that I think about it, this isn't the first time I've acted or felt a certain way because of Kiibo . . .

I thought about some of the past interactions I had with Kiibo and how those resulted in me feeling, and then it hit me.

No . . . it couldn't be, could it?

I would be lying to myself if I told myself it was merely just admiration, because it wasn't. I knew exactly what it was whether I liked it or not.

Love.

It was scary to think about. There was no place for love in a killing game where we could die any second. But that wasn't just that. Kiibo was also a robot, it would be absurd for a human and a robot to have any kind of romantic relations. But Kiibo was different, he was practically a human, but just in a robotic body to me, and no matter how absurd everything about this sounded, my feelings towards him wouldn't just disappear. I wasn't sure what to do, acting on these feelings could ruin everything. Plus, if I was ever to act on them, it would be after this horrible killing game was over, where we would be safe and not in the hands of danger every second of our lives.

I took a deep breathe and got up from the floor. There was still a lot too process and a good night's sleep would probably help me feel better. I walked over to the bed, layed down and shut my eyes.

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Time Skip
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We were all now standing infront of the fountain in the courtyard, awaiting to get in the elevator to go down into the trial room. Kiibo and I had spent some more time investigating, asking our peers questions to obtain any knowledge that might be helpful. There was an awkward tension between us, mostly coming from me. Ever since I discovered my feelings a few days ago, I was more in my head than I ever was before. I was still deciding whether I should tell Kiibo or not, on one hand, if I did there was the possibility that he might return the same feelings, and if he didn't, we would still be good friends. On the other hand, if I did confess, there was a chance it would ruin everything between us. It was eating me alive, but the thought that there was a chance that it wouldn't go well kept me from spilling everything I was holding inside of myself.

"Shuichi, are you okay...?" I stopped thinking when I heard Kiibo talk.

"Yeah, just nervous . . . I'd rather not do this again but we have to . . ." That wasn't exactly true, but I couldn't just tell him that I was zoning out because I was thinking of what would happen if I would confess my feelings to the robot boy that was standing next to me.

The giant monokuma statue suddenly started to sink into the ground, and the platform connecting to the elevator behind the waterfall appeared. We all started to walk into the elevator, and slowly the doors closed and we started to go down.

And there it started, the rising panic and anxiety started to all rush back in. Memories of the last trial all started to flood back in, as well as the memories of the giant piano that we stood infront of for so long, watching as our friend was strangled to death.

I felt sick, like I was about to throw up. Sweat started to drip from my forehead. I felt queasy, and the air started to suddenly feel heavy, like there was a dead atmosphere.

"Shuichi are you sure you're ok?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and look to my side, Kiibo had a genuine look of worry. It calmed me down a bit knowing he was so worried about me.

"I'm not sure, I feel a little bit queasy . . ." I answered.

Kiibo looked puzzled, I wasn't sure what he was thinking about, but I could only imagine it was something unimportant. I felt something wrap around me, I thought I was experiencing deja Vu or perhaps hallucinating, but nope. The same arms that had wrapped themselves around me a few days ago had once again wrapped around my torso.

"K-kiibo!?" I asked, out of shock.

Kiibo stopped hugging me and stood there with a smile on his face.

"I heard hugging can also be used to comfort someone, was doing that the wrong thing to do?!" He hurriedly asked.

"Ah, no . . . I just didn't expect that . . ."

I heard a snicker and turned around to see Kokichi quietly giggling as he stared at me and Kiibo. Miu lightly slapped him upside the head.

"Quit you're fucking trouble making!" I heard her yell before I turned back around. I looked over at Kiibo, he was looking down, his face hiding in his collar. I had picked up on his mannerisms, as he always hid in his collar whenever he was embarrassed or flustered. That got me to thinking . . .

Is he embarrassed? I don't see why he would be, unless . . .

No. That's just a reach.

I brushed away the silly thought that had crept into my mind.

The elevator suddenly stopped, and the doors opened. One at a time we exited the elevator and entered the trial room where our next case waited to be solved.

Here we go again.

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