Monosara soon left and we all stood in the cafeteria. Suzuki and Haruka were the first to leave. Haruka heading to his room as usual and Suzuki heading off to make us lunch.
Chifuyu and Haruka. I looked down at the screen.. their pictures had disappeared. I suppose it only lasted a few minutes. Let us get a good look at them before the notification was deleted. Then again, I guess it would be too easy if it was left up. We'd figure it out too soon.
"Good going, Fujiyoshi." Chifuyu snapped, "thanks to you, the motive got worse."
"Hey now, Tsufuyu." Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at the nickname she had been given. "It's still only like.. lunch time. Plus, we have that pool party to go to. If we have three days left why not party out?"
"Fujiyoshi is right. Our fate is our fate. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Right?" Katayama added in.
"I agree! Let's get this party started.. after Suzuki finishes cooking our food though, yeah?" Tachibana joked.
"If we're going to be swimming later I think I'll make like a plant and eat light." Fujiyoshi truly was the ultimate optimist. The mood was so upbeat now. No one could even manage to groan at Moto's jokes. Though she did earn herself a few eye rolls.
We soon dispersed while we waited for Suzuki to finish cooking. While most people stayed in the cafeteria, others went to their rooms. I shortly joined Furukawa, Miyazato, and Sato in the gift shop. Furukawa had taken a duffel bag and headed back to the cafeteria to get some snacks for the party. It would be better to just have the food outside rather than walking back and forth.
I took one of the swimsuits and headed back myself. Walking up to my room to drop off the swimsuit, I saw Jimenez at Sato's door. They seemed to be peering inside. A little rude if you ask me.
"Hey there, Jimenez. Whatcha doing there?" I must've shucked up behind them because they jumped at my voice and quickly closed the door behind themselves.
They seemed a little scared to see me. Though, I couldn't really see their face. Their stance definitely seemed frightened. "¡Métete en tus asuntos!" They started to wave me away. Hara wasn't with them. So the most I could do was give them a confused look.
"Lunch is ready!" Suzuki called up. Reminded me of my mom calling me for dinner when I was a kid. My nostalgic thoughts kept me in my own head for too long seeing how Jimenez was already down the stairs. Shoot. I'd have to question her later when Hara was around.
After lunch we began to get changed for the pool. Many people had similar swimsuits. It was a limited supply so we didn't have much to look through. Masaki probably would've made fun of the designs and made her own. I chose a bikini. A green push up top with a green floral beach skirt as the bottom. It was rather cute. I'm glad Fujiyoshi found it for me. She was right. It suited me.
Fujiyoshi found herself a white boat strap bikini. Along with a sun hat to wear. Moto grabbed a red bikini with ruffles on the top. Fujiyoshi had picked out a forest green rash guard for Chifuyu. She didn't thank the girl but she didn't decline the offer either. It was a good pick.
I guess there were just four girls left.. huh. So our choices weren't too limited. A lot of the boys picked the same swimsuits though.
Katayama and Tachibana both picked the same navy blue swimsuit to wear. Miyazato opted not to get into the water due to his headgear. It was proposed he could take it off but he dismissed the idea almost immediately. Jimenez chose a wetsuit. Hood and all. Along with a pair of black goggles. Suzuki had a buttoned up green Hawaiian shirt with swim trunks. Sato chose something similar but with a more blue color scheme to it. He chose to leave his shirt unbuttoned. Furukawa had the same blue swim trunks as Sato. Both had a wave pattern to them. Then there was Hara who wore Navy blue trunks and a white tank top.
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Danganropa: Still Tides
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