Mondo Owada x reader [without you]

boredom

Your P.O.V

I looked at the clock and saw that I still had the whole afternoon and evening to somehow get around. There weren't many things from my daily life I loved which I could do in here since there weren't many possibilities to spend your time in here. So I just went back to the storage room, quickly got some drawing stuff out of it, just a small notebook and a pen and quickly sketched some random tattoo ideas I got. I must say, even if this was a killing game, the whole scenario somehow gave me ideas. I couldn't tell why though, must have been the boredom and all of the free time we got in here. I mean these weren't the best ideas and somehow related to the emotions of many of the others and also myself in this situations. My tattoo designs mainly depended on my mood and what I was doing, if I had motivation, if I was tired and all that stuff. These designs mainly showed confusion, boredom, somehow also fear. Many of the people in here were scared. And I had to admit, I was scared as well. I wasn't mainly scared about my ass, I was rather scared about Taka.  I didn't want to lose him at all- Even though he kinda got a stick up his ass but he was caring and he was my friend. 

I tried to get rid off these thoughts as I headed towards the dining hall, where I first left my friend. But he wasn't here, which wasn't  a problem, he just probably had something better to do. I got myself my favorite drink and sat down on a chair next to the large dining table. I enjoyed the silence and the peace in the dining hall. It was unexpectedly calming me and it was a lot of fun to sketch around a little while drinking my drink. Soon enough I did hear some heavy steps into the dining hall. My head instantly peaked up a little, looking at the taller frame in front of me. "Oh it's just you again", I let out with a smile. Of course it was Mondo. I took another sip of my drink and laid the pen away from the sketchbook. 
I saw the tall biker sitting down across of me so that he was facing me and leaned against the back of his chair. "What are ya sketching?", Mondo asked, taking a peek at the sketchbook from the corner of his eyes. "Oh just some random ideas that came to my mind- these aren't the best but it's kind of hard to concentrate and come up with real good ideas in such a situation", I let out in response. "Can I see them? they look interesting", he let out and so I slid the sketchbook towards his direction. I watched him skipping through the pages of some tattoo designs I created but personally didn't like too much. "Not your best? Man these are a lot better than I would have imagined", Mondo let out. I wasn't quite sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment but I took it as a compliment. "I know but my tattoo designs I come up with really do depend on the way I feel. The designs before I was forced to participate in this killing game were actually a lot better than these since I obviously was feeling better-", I let out to him as he slid the sketchbook back to me. I closed it eventually and laid the pen on top of it, taking a sip of my drink again. 

We both ended up talking about bikes somehow. It was interesting to hear some stories he experienced when he was with his biker gang. It sure must be an adventure being part of the biggest biker gang in japan and it sure must be dangerous as well. I don't think I would even stand a day. Not because it' not fun or anything but rather because first of all, I couldn't ride a bike and second of all, we were talking about the biggest biker gang in japan. They sure must have had a lot of concurrence. I was probably best at designing tattoos and I was rather sticking with that. and before I even realized, the nighttime announcement of Monokuma already did play.  The time this time actually went faster than I thought it would. Well if you have someone to spend your time with, of course it's going faster than when you were just sitting or laying in your room, not doing anything. "We shall prolly head back huh", Mondo let out, stretching himself. "yeah I guess that's better", I replied to him as we both got up and laid down our glasses from our drinks into the kitchen. 
We both ended up leaving the dining hall together. In silence, we both made our way back to our rooms, though it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. I glanced around the hallway, seeing some of the others to enter their rooms as well. "Well good night then", I let out to him before I entered my room and leaving him in the hallway, soon after I entered the room, locking it again. 

I was so glad I could lock his door and I was so glad people weren't able to pick the locks. It sure would have freaked me out if that wasn't the case. I  didn't think I would be able to defend myself if it actually should came to such a situation when someone actually would go all crazy and try to kill me. But that wasn't the time to think about such stuff. I really shouldn't think about something like that now. I eventually put off my shoes and slipped under the covers of my bed, this time actually being able to sleep before the morning announcement of Monokuma was made. 

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