The Kyouko Kirigiri Dakimakura

"-And then he told me that my entire existence was a lie, and that I was destined to die, like, in a few months, but it turns out I'm just schizophrenic, so it really isn't that big of a deal, hahahahaha-"

Ouma looked up at his friend amused, gripping the base of his boba and taking a small sip before he spoke, "Wow, sounds intense."  "It was." The two boys stopped at the front of Kagehara's home, the latter taking out his key and unlocking the door. Like a gentleman, he let Ouma step inside first and closed the door behind him.

"Which door's your room?" Ouma asked. Kagehara answered, "First door to the right." He set down the aftermath of their shopping spree atop the dinner table thinking his parents more than likely just wouldn't care and set off to his room with Ouma. Ouma took his hand and turned the doorknob, opening the door-

Uh oh.

He had completely forgot he had it out.

"..."

"..."

Propped up against the headboard of his bed laid a dakimakura. Not a normal one, oh no no no, but one of none other than Kirigiri, Kyouko, the Super High School Level Detective of the hit series Dangan Ronpa's original season, in lingerie.

Flower petals were spread in the shape of a heart on his sheets, surrounding a mini-bed table with unlit remains of a candle in the middle. Taking a closer look, two pillows acted as stools and the dakimakura sat atop one.

Kagehara nervously stared at Ouma.

Ouma stared back with an unintelligible expression.

"..."

"..."

"...Uhm-"

"You're a weirdo, Kage-kun."