The Fate Of Hope

°•|1:I Must Confess|•°

Sakakura was sitting in a chair in his best friend's office to discuss his findings on Junko Enoshima yet emotionally he felt as though he was sitting to wait for his execution.

His hands were coiled into tight fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his hands. His hair messily hung over his face and hid his crimson eyes. He was feeling antsy and had a difficult time sitting still, his left leg bouncing up and down. He always preferred to stand, but Munakata had requested that he sit. The silver haired man's requests were always Sakakura's commands.

Munakata was busy finishing up some important paper but ocassionally he couldn't help but glance at Sakakura and notice the way he was internally falling apart.

"Is Enoshima what is making you so anxious?" He asked as he set down his pen, shifting his gaze from the paperwork to Sakakura.

Sakakura didn't look at him. "...You could say that," He said after a moment of thought.

"It's rare to see you lacking confidence," Munakata commented. On the rare ocassion that Sakakura did sit instead of stand, his feet were typically propped up on the desk and he was very relaxed. Seeing him in such a distressed state was unusual. Munakata felt deeply concerned and internally swore to himself that he would make Enoshima pay for whatever she had done to his closest ally.

"...I suppose," Sakakura replied, still avoiding making eye contact as though making eye contact was like saying the name of he who shall not be named.

"What results have you found regarding Junko Enoshima?" Munakata asked, getting straight to the point. Sakakura was here for a reason. Munakata had to put an end to the mysterious murders occuring at the school first. After all, he seemed to be the only one concerned with the dissappearances and the bodies discovered on the campus.

Sakakura sat there quietly for a few minutes, unresponsive to the question. Just as Munakata opened his mouth to repeat himself, Sakakura finally answered hesistantly, "Enoshima... confessed to it all. She's responsible."

"You did well. Thank you for confirming my suspicions," Munakata thanked him, expecting his best friend's nerves to calm down. However, he noticed how Sakakura's anxiety didn't disappear, but rather became worse. He sighed and asked "...Sakakura, what is it that plagues your mind?"

Sakakura mumbled some incoherent response. He looked to the floor, ashamed of himself. Munakata walked around his desk and sat on top of it, directly in front of his closest friend.

"Sakakura, look at me," Munakata instructed. Sakakura stared at the floor for a few more seconds but did as he was instructed. He found it difficult to maintain eye contact but he tried his best. After all, it was a command. "Please tell me what's wrong. You're never like this," Munakata said.

Sakakura's heart beat so rapidly it seemed at though it would tear out of his chest at any given moment. The world seemed so disorienting in his panicked daze. "...Blackmail," He said and averted his eyes.

"Enoshima blackmailed you?" Munakata questioned, confused. The silver haired man wondered what could Junko Enoshima have possibly dug up about Sakakura to make him so nervous.

A sudden flurry of knocks interrupted their conversation. Before either of them could say anything, the door swung open as Yukizome entered Munakata's office.

"Good morning Kyosuke," Yukizome greeted him cheerfully. Almost too cheerful even by her standards. Something about the smile on her face unsettled Sakakura, something felt deeply wrong but he couldn't explain what it was. He brushed it off as him being in a bad mood and overthinking things as a result.

"Yukizome, what have you found in regards to Junko Enoshima? Sakakura claims she's guilty," Munakata said, getting straight to the point once more. Normally, he would've greeted her back but right now this case took priority above formalities.