Nostophobia

Tojo Kirumi

TW: Implied domestic violence.

Tojo = in-game.
Kirumi = child.

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Everyone waved to Gonta as Monokuma walked him out of the dining room after the group spent a few hours with him. They all turned to each other, excited to see the next child. After a peaceful night and a few hours of playing with Gonta, Monokuma decided it was time to move on with the motive.

"Chabashira can't wait to see Yumeno! She would be adorable!" The olive-haired woman squealed and hugged Yumeno tight, who seemed like she just wanted some sleep.

"You're wrong! Akamatsu would look cuter!" Iruma began to argue, bringing a blush to Akamatsu's face.

"This is a motive." The sudden harsh tone shocked everyone, especially since it came from the sweet and shy Saihara. He seemed a little annoyed at everyone's tranquil behaviour, but his hat continued hiding his eyes. "We're not here to coo over how cute everyone was as a child. Monokuma is throwing our regrets at us to fuel our bloodthirst."

"Think positively, Saihara! Remember what I said to do when your negative thoughts take over?" Akamatsu gently hugged Saihara with a bright grin.

"He's right." The attention now turned to Harukawa. "Use your common sense. These children are being brought here as a motive. It's not a vacation. Remember where we are."

Momota laughed and wrapped an arm over Harukawa's shoulders before yanking it back when she almost stabbed him with her fork. "Come on, Harukawa! You're overthinking!"

"You're all so fucking dumb!" Ouma groaned and leaned back in his chair, teetering on the two back legs. "Amami was reminded that he lost his sisters, which was his biggest regret. Gokuhara now remembers that he was a feral child, which combats his dream to be a gentleman." Everyone began nodding, realising that Ouma wasn't lying for the first time since they had all met him. "Took ya long enough!"

"Does everyone know what regret they'll be faced with?" Hoshi asked.

Iruma began laughing as if Hoshi asked the stupidest question in existence. "This gorgeous girl genius has no regrets! My life is as perfect as my tits!" No one else spoke up, not willing to reveal the things they did. What if they admitted to something only to find that their turn in the motive revealed another regret?

Without warning, the dining room doors swung open at the perfect time. A small girl with sandy-blonde hair tied into pigtails stumbled inside, tears streaming down her face. Everyone immediately recognised her as Kirumi. Chabashira gasped and rushed toward her to calm the child, but Kirumi screamed and scrambled to get away, cowering in the corner.

"May I be so bold as to request something from everyone?" The entire room agreed, more than happy to help Tojo since she went out of her way to help everyone, no matter how complicated the request may be. It was a little strange for her to behave like this and everyone could see the worry in her green eyes. "Please, do not bother Kirumi."

Everyone agreed to her request. They couldn't help but wonder what she had to hide, although most understood that she may want to keep something secret. Each person in the world had their secrets and things they wished to bury.

"I shall be in my dorm." Tojo stood and bowed to the group before approaching Kirumi and snatching her arm. The child kicked and screamed bloody murder, but Tojo didn't react and dragged her from the dining room. Everyone raised eyebrows at each other, but in the end, they trusted the Ultimate Maid. They began to go about their days, letting Tojo tell them anything she wanted when she was comfortable.