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Day 3

Trigger warning for violence

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Mondo opened his tired eyes to a stream of artificial light. As his vision adjusted, he saw a corridor in front of him. A corridor. He wasn't in a room. He spun around quickly, searching for monokuma preparing to plead for his life, until he felt the engraved claw marks on her throat.

Right. He was dead.

He entered Taka's room, mind pacing. He was certain that he had left behind an angry mess, but when he woke up, the hallway looked spotless. He recalled feeling a soft nudge on his shoulder when he was locked in his sleep.

Tidy. Soft. Touching him. The instinct to clean up after him no matter what.

Mondo gasped.

Hina woke up, squinting. It was entirely dark in Sakura's room, but a stream of light came from the hallway. She yawned, careful not to move too much, because Sakura's capable hands were cuddling her waist. Hina looked over to her girlfriend's light up clock. 6:59. Damn, that must have been why she was so tired. Normally no-one heard from her until 10:00, but it seems her sleep schedule had irritatingly adjusted to Monokuma's bullshit rules. Sakura stirred next to her, stopping the cuddle as she gained consciousness.

"Good morning blossom!"

Sakura's adorable face got flustered once again. Part of Hina loved provoking her this way.

"Hey Hina." She scrambled off the bed and got on her feet, before going over to Hina and kissing her properly on the cheek.

"Y'know what's weird?" Hina asked once Sakura stopped kissing her.

"What?"

"We've only known each other for like a week or two, I don't know, but I feel like we've actually known each other and were dating for far longer." Hina noted the shock on Sakura's face. "Damn, it sure is nice to see your girlfriend looking disgusted at the prospect of dating for a longer time.

"It's not that!" Sakura denied. You'll find out someday. Sakura thought internally. I just wish I could be the one to tell you.

"Yeah, yeah." Hina teased. She pulled a hair tie off of her wrist and tied her brown tangles back. She bet it looked messy. Oh well. She wasn't in front of a mirror. "Dibs on changing here!" Hina said.

"Alright."

Hina and Sakura left Sakura's room, around 55 minutes after changing, getting into a pillow fight that Sakura reluctantly engaged in, brushing their teeth, a bit of kissing and Hina not being able to find her shorts, so she put on a skirt of Sakura's that she had to clip to her hoodie with clothes line claps.

Hina looked down. The skirt trailed down to the ground. Even Toko's skirt wasn't that long. "I look like an old lady." She muttered.

Sakura stopped walking down the dorm hallway. "Well I'm sorry I guess." Her smile didn't betray the hurt tone of her voice.

Hina realized what she said, and felt instantly terrible. Fuck her stupid mouth. Sakura worked so hard to make it work, and she just insulted her outfit. "I'm very sorry Sakura. I need to work on thinking about what I say."

"Yep. You are going to go back, so it will be essential." Sakura replied. The emphasis was not lost on either of them.

They walked down the corridors of hope's peak, until they reached the dining hall. Hina pushed the door open with ease, and they both entered, and were shocked to see a classmate, a classmate other than themselves or mondo. A classmate in a fancy Lolita dress.