Masked Hope (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

Leadership (Daily Life Part 3)

As Mahiru left to get Kazuichi, we engaged in some more idle chat while waiting for her to return.

"Mmhmhm. . . I'm a little jealous now. Getting tied up by Miss Mahiru. . ." Teruteru commented. "Maybe I should run away, too. . . JUST KIDDING!"

"Disgusting moron. . ." Fuyuhiko mumbled.

"Now then. . . let's have breakfast while we wait for everyone." Byakuya suggested. "Let's eat!"

He immediately went to work on the food in front of him.

"Um, where did that food come from, anyway?" Hajime asked.

"When I arrived this morning, it was already here." Nagito answered.

"Ah, they even have crab and shrimp!?" Mikan noted excitingly.

"Crab and shrimp are such a pain to eat." Hiyoko said bitterly. "I hate them as much as I hate Mikan's ugly, stuttering face."

"M-My ugly, st-stuttering face. . .?" Mikan echoed.

"That's it! That's the face right there!"

"Have you looked in a mirror lately, Hiyoko. . .?" I spoke softly, eating a piece of fruit from the plate in front of me.

"Wh-What!? What did you say, skank!?" She reacted, turning to face me.

"I'm sure you heard me," I stated. "What's wrong? You can throw insults at others but not take one yourself. . .?"

"You should both stop now." Peko intervened.

"Ah, I got it!" Ibuki raised her hand happily. "Teruteru prepared this food, right?"

"Mmhmhm. . . Unfortunately, it wasn't me." The chef corrected. "You see. . . the food I make doesn't taste as shitty as this does."

"This is bad?" Akane asked with full cheeks. "Tastes yummy to me."

"Just yummy. . . right?" Teruteru confirmed. "Compared to the world-class dishes I make, a dish that tastes "yummy" would still be considered shit. . . In fact, even comparing them is out of the question! Comparing MY dishes to this lowly peasant food, how rude!"

"H-Hey. . . Don't take it so personally. . ." Hajime calmed.

"I'm just saying, if you guys ate my food, you wouldn't be able to control yourself." Teruteru summarized.

"What does that mean. . .?" Peko questioned.

"Well, let's just say your jaw wouldn't be the only thing that drops!" He responded. "In fact, your panties would drop, too! Like the black thong Miss Peko is wearing, for example!"

"You creep! How do you know about that!?" She stepped back, flustered. How the hell did he get that right?

"However, if Teruteru did not prepare this food," Sonia ignored. "Then the one who did is. . ."

"Could it have been Monokuma!?" Ibuki finished.

". . . Is it safe to eat food cooked by something like that?" Hajime asked.

"That's why I'm tasting it for poison, to make sure it's safe for consumption." Byakuya explained.

"I concur. So far, this fruit seems fine." I commented. "Akane's also eaten plenty as well and she's doing just fine!"

"Okay, thanks for waiting! I brought him!" Mahiru called from the stairs, Kazuichi slouching behind her. "Hey, straighten up a little more! Shouldn't a man like you be embarrassed to walk like that?"

"St-Stop. . . don't pull. . . You're gonna rip my sleeves. . ." Kazuichi muttered, gripping his beanie for dear life.

"Kyahaha! Even though you look all flashy, you're actually a big coward!" Hiyoko laughed. "Are you gonna be okaaaay? People like you are usually the first victim, you know?"