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Faint - Kokichi x Shy!Reader

Third Person:

A killing game, 16 students: well, now only 10, including you. What did you expect to happen? Someone had to break sooner or later. Thankfully, you had free time - still had to watch your back, but at least you didn't have to confront death. Most of this time you spent with Miu, who (despite her eroticism) was actually fun to be around, and you felt safer around her. She was pretty loud though, and you were so soft spoken she'd usually not notice if you're in a room until she shuts up.

Today, you were with Miu in the dining hall, just talking over some beignets that had been left out from lunch earlier. By 'talking over', I meant you were listening to her stories and plans for more functions to add to Kiibo. You did try to get a word in, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak up - you were pretty shy, even around people you trusted like Miu. Still, you both were having a pretty good conversation and for once you felt happy, not worrying about anything.... Until you felt a hand resting on your shoulder, and you looked up to see a familiar, slightly scary, smiling face staring down at you. A normal person would have just screamed and run away, but given that you were... well, you, instead you locked eyes with him before your head slowly sloped onto the table, as you'd fainted.

It was a regular occurrence, whenever you were scared: it'd take a few seconds to sink in, then you'd black out. A pretty dangerous trait in a killing game, as you knew this would make it easier to kill you. As you fainted though, you could hear the faint conversation between Miu and Kokichi, arguing over Kokichi scaring you like that.

Kokichi's POV:

"Come on!!! It was just a smile - why did that scare her?"

Miu, once again proving what a little bitch she is. It's not my fault that (Y/N)'s scared of literally everything! Either way, I still felt a little responsible for her, given I'm the one who made her faint. I watched as Miu awkwardly tried to pick her up, which was funny for about two minutes.

"God you're so weak! Well, at least there's one good thing about your body, Miu - it may not be strong, but at least it's not as revolting as your face."

As Miu one again struggled to comprehend what I'd just said to her, I shoved her to one side and carried (Y/N) with ease - I didn't see what Miu was putting her back and rack out for. It honestly felt like carrying nothing at all, as Miu tailed me down to (Y/N)'s room, where it seemed she forgot to lock the door. Of course, Miu wouldn't stop fussing over her, and also repeatedly telling me it's all my fault: nothing I'm not used to.

"She wouldn't be like this if you'd just said hello like a normal person, Cockitchy!"

"... what did you just call me?"

She of course had to hurl insults - so I did the same back. I'm surprised (Y/N) didn't wake up from Miu's obnoxious voice, but I suppose that means she was definitely unconscious.

"Kokichi, get out! She doesn't need you here when she wakes up! You'll scare her with that fucking smile again."

"I'm staying! Don't have anything better to do - no murders have happened and I'm bored!"

So I sat down adamant that I'm not leaving, and Miu reluctantly left me alone with (Y/N). She probably just didn't want to be in the same room as me, and I guess that's fair. I would have just kept bugging her until she left anyway! You know, I read somewhere (who am I kidding, I didn't read it I saw it in movies) a way to wake up an unconscious person. Maybe I should give it a go?

Your POV:

I slowly regained consciousness, and started to feel my surroundings. I felt the now-familiar fabric of my bedsheets, the softness of my pillow... and a weird presence near me. Not like a spirit or anything, I'm not into supernatural like that, but a person. I was about to open my eyes, when the bitter, piercing, icy water splashed on my face, sending a thousand shivers down me. It was as if I'd been plunged into a fountain, by whoever was in the room with me. Who that person was became very apparent when I opened my eyes, to see his vexing, smiling face beaming at me, as I was absolutely soaked from the bucket of water he held in his hands.