eating tater tots with knives || pregame ndrv3 chatfic

4 || getting stalked in the men's section || 4

when the gang had finally gotten to the h&m, they immediately went upstairs.
the ground floor really was nothing special- just a bunch of checkout areas- so they didn't think there was any point in spending a whole lot of time down there.

the second floor of the store was full of danganronpa merchandise.
the girls didn't really want to be on the second floor, as they all had a strong disliking for danganronpa. they didn't find any entertainment in watching people die.

on the other hand, shuichi was ecstatic.
he ran around looking at all of the items, giggling with excitement.

kokichi just looked confused.

"ouma, don't even bother with this section," kaede told him. "danganronpa is a show that only horny sadists enjoy. like shuichi."

shuichi kept running around the floor, occasionally picking up items to examine them extra-carefully.
"oh my god! they have merch of, like, every character! mikan, aoi, nagito, my beloved kyoko kirigiri. . . oh my god! ouma-kun, they have a really cute mikan-inspired skirt that would look amazing on you!," shuichi squealed, getting more excited the more he looked.

suddenly, from across the room, one of the display items fell.

the group turned to see what had happened, but nobody was there.

"th-that is creepy," kokichi murmured.

kaede stormed over to the fallen item and swiftly picked it up.
"it's just some stupid figurine of some pink-haired chick," she muttered.
she then placed the item back where it belonged.

"can we head upstairs now?," himiko whined. "if we don't leave now, shuichi will just stay here forever."
kirumi nodded. "i agree with that. ouma, can you round up the psychopath so we can move along?"

kokichi walked up to shuichi and grabbed him by the hand.
"hello, are you in there, saihara?," he murmured. "come on. we have to go now."
shuichi sighed an annoyed sigh. "nooo, not yet! they have a bunny girl kirigiri figure that i wanna get!"

kokichi then took it upon himself to try and drag shuichi over to the rest of the group using brute force.
of course, this didn't work, as shuichi was much stronger than kokichi.
thus, kaede had to walk over to shuichi and tug on his other arm. it was very clear that she didn't want to stay on this floor any longer.

eventually, shuichi stopped resisting, and the group went onto the third floor.

the third floor was the men's section.
there was a rack of formal suits, a rack for sweaters, some jeans, and tons of piles of t-shirts.

but something was off.

there were slower footsteps that followed those of the group.
slow, squeaky footsteps.

"hey, guys? are we being followed?," himiko asked.

the group turned around to see a boy with white hair standing there, recording their every move.
the boy's shirt said v3 on it.

kaede glared at the boy furiously. "are you fucking stalking us?"
the boy began to shiver. "i- i- ah, i-"

himiko stuck a leg out, trying to kick the boy and knock him over.
kirumi tried to hold himiko back.

kaede continued to go off. "stop recording us before i break the damn phone. how long have you been following us, anyway? were you stalking us at the mcdonalds too?"
shuichi joined in. "and why are you stalking us? what are you planning on doing to us? are you gonna hurt us? if you so much as touch ouma-kun i will stab you to death with my fucking hello kitty box cutter."

the boy shrieked in fear and ran away.

"i vote that we should go home right now," himiko suggested. "all in favor?"
"i- i think i'm too scared to be here any longer," kokichi admitted, grabbing on to shuichi's arm. "stalkers scare me."

the group, now feeling somewhat traumatized, left the h&m.