Yuki Love Hotel (Danganronpa Another)

Mitsuhiro Higa

Every time I come here, I play the role of their 'ideal', right? Like some shared fantasy. I'd be lying if I said I wanted to know what Mitch has in mind. With his reputation as a footballer, he must have already fulfilled all his crazy things in real life.

"I see you have the balls to come here and not escape."

Yes, I feel a lot of love in this fantasy. That look of Mitch is murderous.

"I'm here as you wanted. I will never escape if you want to talk to me."

Mitch clicked his tongue "sure, hard to believe from someone who hides behind his teammates on the field."

"What are you talking about? Just tell me what you called me to if you are so uncomfortable being with me."

"Don't act like a saint! For you, it is so simple to take a final between our clubs so lightly, not to say this match marked an end to our rivalry in every way. The global tie is broken today."

So I'm Mitch's rival in football, and we're about to play a final on opposing teams. I can see the fire in his eyes whenever he talks about football. It means everything to him... Besides looking for girls.

"I'm also nervous. I don't gain anything from being with these emotions before the big game. You can take this advice."

"Shut up, piece of shit! Being captain of your team doesn't give you the right to lecture me. I am also a captain."

"I only give you one piece of advice among colleagues."

"Well, keep your advice in your butt. It makes me sick that despite your abilities, you are so humble with the rest, you can have everything by just playing football, and you live with the basics. Also, from the bottom of your heart, I know you love to make fun of me by blocking my plays."

"And you want me to be like you? Smug, idiot, drunk with glory, dating a different girl as if she were a toy, pass. And, by the way, blocking your plays on the field is my job to win. It's what you do when you don't have the ball. You look to take it away or block the play."

Could imagine Mitch would be proud of the football. Still, I never imagined that he could be so childish when someone matches his ability or has a different way of looking at the game.

"I just want to know what I'm doing wrong. We do the same thing, and my teammates treat me differently. Your team celebrates your achievements and your goals. They give everything to you. When I achieve a national record, they could not care less, a scorpion goal, and I must celebrate it alone—"

I just can't stand it. I had to punch Mitch. "It's called idiot companionship!

"Yuki..."

"Football is not only about glories and scoring goals. Eleven people are playing on the same side for the same purpose, never for the ego of a single spoiled player. I've seen you always prefer to score goals before giving assists, take away the glories of others to give them to yourself. Nobody plays football alone."

I didn't give Mitch time to answer. "Why do you think fewer people play with you? The answer is simple, I'd rather kick a ball against the wall before passing it to a moron with an ego through the roof. I hope you change to pass the ball again sometime."

I knew that my anger was wrong, that I had to play fantasy to make him happy, only that this attitude overwhelmed me. Mitch had to realize his mistake. What he is doing can never be called football.

Mitch wiped the blood from his lower lip, then started laughing?

"That's the cheesiest and purist thing I've ever heard a player say about the sport. My rival expected to have such a pure vision of football. You are incredible and naive at the same time."

"What are you talking about?"

"Men talk with their fists. Yuki's punch made me accept some things. Distancing myself from you because our visions of the game were the biggest foolishness I ever made in my life."

"I would have preferred not to get to these instances, Mitch."

"You know I'm a hollow head to get my emotions out of one, and I let anger cloud me when I don't have what I want. Of course, I want to beat you because if I do, I want to tell you something important."

"Okay, but if I win the finale, we will start to change our way. At least have the decency to pass the buck."

"I will, Yuki. Let me help you with warming up, at least."

Mitch sat me against my will on the bed and took off my shoes and socks to leave my feet exposed, which I looked at with interest, as if seeing a treasure, only to start massaging them.

"Mitch?! This is not necessary!"

"Don't feel ashamed. You know I'll take care of your feet like mine, like diamonds."

I had to be the one who had to give him something for the punch, but here I had a footballer with the intention of massaging my feet with a strange smile on his lips. Nothing got better when he put his tongue into action to help the treatment...