Loveit? (Pregame Oumasai) (Danganronpa)

Just Love Inside a Puppet

Shuichi yawned as he walked into school, feeling the consequences of staying out so late. He tried his best not to think about it, still upset about what Kokichi did. But it was best not to think too hard on it and continue on, not even looking in Kokichi's direction as he sat at his seat. Resting his head on his desk, he tried his best to not actually pass out, though was sure Kaito would wake him up regardless. If not Kaito, then maybe Kasumi if she visited today. As minutes passed, he couldn't help but notice the absence of either of them. That's when he noticed the room itself was close to quiet, vaguely hearing whispers but unable to pick out any of the words. Slowly lifting his head, he looked around to see most people were in groups around the room and kept glancing in his direction.

Rolling his eyes, he put his head back on the desk, not entertaining whatever the latest rumor was now. The quiet was strangely nice, allowing Shuichi to slowly drift off. Before he could truly fall asleep, he was awakened by Kaito tugging hard on his hair, pulling his head back. Having no time to prepare for the pain, he let out a genuine scream, the whispers immediately seizing. His mind scrambled to piece together what was happening, before instinctively letting out a fake moan. Kaito immediately released him, quickly wiping his hand on his own clothes as if Shuichi had actually done something to him.

His mind eventually caught up with reality, relief going through him as he realized he didn't break the facade. Kaito proceeded to be dramatic about it, cursing him out for being disgusting. None of this phased Shuichi, who only yawned in response. Kaito grabbed him by the hair again but this time smashing his face into the desk. As Shuichi lifted his head, vision slightly blurred, he could see some blood dripping onto the desk, anger growing within him. He began to chuckle, taking his finger to his own blood before licking it off. This grossed him out just as much as the others, but he didn't have much of a choice. It wasn't gross because it was blood but gross because he had no interest in eating himself.

"Why can't you just be normal," Kaito shouted.

"Says the guy who is the reason I'm bleeding," Shuichi said in a playful tone, not meeting Kaito's eyes. "I don't even know what this is about."

"Are you serious? You haven't heard anyone talking about it?"

"There are a lot of rumors about me so I'm not really interested in keeping up."

"Oh you little shi- Maybe you should care! Stalking is a crime."

Shuichi finally turned to look at him, disinterest in his eyes. "Oh yeah? And who was I stalking?"

"Kokichi. The new kid. Someone saw you following him last night."

Shuichi dropped the act for a second, face revealing fear before going back to a lack of concern. "Oh? Who said that?"

"You really think anyone is going to tell you? I better not catch you doing anything to him you fucking creep. I was joking yesterday but I bet you really do drool when thinking about him."

Shuichi sighed, licking up a bit more blood off his finger, hoping this would end the conversation sooner. He couldn't properly think with someone yelling insults in his ear while his head was pounding. "I didn't stalk anyone. Though if I was stalking him, could you blame me?" Doubling down on this accusation wasn't preferable but he knew no one would believe him if he disagreed anyways.

This angered Kaito more, raising his fist to punch Shuichi, who prepared himself for the blow. Fortunately for Shuichi, the teacher arrived, screaming at the two to knock it off. Kaito began picking a fight with the teacher, demanding he either mind his own business or do something about the "criminal" in the class. The teacher wasn't having any of it, sending Kaito to the principle. Finally, class could start in peace, Shuichi immediately taking a notebook out to take notes. The teacher tried to insist he go to the nurse's office, but Shuichi quickly bandaged himself up with a mini aid kit he brought to school. Patching himself back up was pretty common, so he packed a few supplies in a Monokuma pencil case. Everyone watched without saying anything, the teacher deciding it wasn't worth the trouble and beginning the lesson. As if nothing happened, he tried his best to focus entirely on the lesson, wanting to deal with the allegations later.