𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲 // 𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲

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Kokichi leaned his seat back with the legs barely keeping him and the chair up, he stared up at the clock keeping track of the time, class had started 37 minutes ago and a certain Hope lover wasn't here. Normally Kokichi didn't pay much mind to a student being late and just make fun of them when they eventually showed up, but Nagito wasn't like everyone else, he was never late to class which Kokichi guessed was thanks to his unique luck, and normally when Nagito wasn't at school he'd usually say something hinting towards it the day earlier.

The frustrated teen shifted his long gaze from the clock down to the teacher writing something on the board, probably today's lesson that Kokichi could give less of a shit for, his mouth shaped a smile and he raised his hand once the teacher had turned back around.

"Yes, Ōma?" The teacher acknowledged him, some students looking towards the small teen as he fixed his chair "Can I go to the restroom Teach? I gotta go do some important leader stuff~!" Kokichi giggled at his little word trap, the teacher sighed in annoyance as they pinched their nose "Fine. But be quick." They finally said, making a shoo motion with their hand as Kokichi pushed his chair back and stood up.

Kokichi lifted his arms up and behind his head as he silently left the classroom, he wasn't gonna come back.

"Nihihi~!" He let out his infamous laugh as he pushed the school doors to the outside open.
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"Ah... it started raining, just when I had thought about going to get some medicine, how unlucky.." A voice more raspy than normal spoke to no one, as the source of the voice curled up in the warmth that wasn't fully welcomed..

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"UGH! WHY DID IT START RAINING!?"

Kokichi shouted as he dashed under the small roof above the door, nearly hitting his head against the hard wooden door as he struggled to catch his breath. Once he had found it he raised a hand to his now damped scarf and pulled it off his neck in one swift motion, taking his other hand he rolled the checkered cloth and squeezed out as much water as he felt like with his exhausted energy.

He grumbled to himself as he blamed Nagito's shit luck for trying to screw him over, or maybe it was his own small luck, 'it doesn't  matter anyway' Kokichi thought 'I swear the stupid things I tolerate for this Hopesexual..'

"Nagito!" He shouted for said Hopesexual, his body seemed startled from his own loud voice as he shivered, blaming the shivering on the cold he hit his fist against the door opening his mouth to shout for Nagito again "Nagito! Fucking open the door I don't wanna be out here in the cold anymore!" Only silence greeted him. He groaned in heavy annoyance as he reached into his pockets.

Shuffling multiple things around he took hold of the items he needed and got to work.
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Click!
"There we go.."

The door flung open with Kokichi's force as the empty living room teased him, where the heck was Nagito?

He huffed, stepping inside he shut the door behind him and tossed the half broken lock picks onto a tiny table near the door, he looked around the room as he listened for any sound of the owner of the house, Kokichi noted how it seemed much bigger on the inside.