Hidden Meanings

Care [Chisa Yukizome]

Also implied Kyosuke Munakata x Chisa Yukizome. Highly implied. 

When Chisa Yukizome became the class of 77th's teacher, Kyosuke didn't know what to feel.

He didn't feel. Yes, he has happy for her, the way she chattered into the phone, rambling on about people named something along the lines of Hiyoko, or Peko, or sometimes he even caught the word Fuyuhiko, although it was rare.

So many names. Teruteru, Akane, Nagito, Mikan, Hiyoko (Chisa said she was sort of rude), Fuyuhiko, Nekomaru... So many names.

And they made her truly happy. Every day after school hours, Chisa would call Kyosuke and chat about her day.

Some days it was when they played video games, others were when Chisa talked about the saddening death of Fuyuhiko's sister, some girl named Natsumi.

But most of all, Kyosuke loved her voice. He would just stop working around when school hours ended and stare at the phone, waiting for when it rung and he could talk to Chisa once more.

One time, she didn't call.

Kyosuke waited.

She still didn't call.

It was only late in the night when she finally called.

"Yukizome," Kyosuke hissed, his tone more threatening then worrying. "Where were you?"

"... I was... busy."

Her tone was flat, close to cracking. Kyosuke frowned, immediately catching onto the lies lurking within her words.

"Where are you?"

"I'm... walking home."

"All right."

With that, the former Student Council member hung up the phone, the device making a click as it lightly clashed with the other surface, and bidding farewell to the  chairman (an old man who's mind was really too clouded in his opinion- the only reason he was still chairman was probably the bulk of his bodyguard, the Great Gozu), Kyosuke left the building.

The drive to Chisa's house was eventful- the replay of her broken voice shattered his thought process, and involuntarily, his hands tightened on the wheel.

He pulled up next to her house, the house that he visited every now and then and held memories that surged within every wall located in the house. 

Shutting the door to Kyosuke's car, the man stood, balancing on the curb of the road before taking a deep breath and walking up to the door. 

"Yukizome," he called. 

There was a soft call beckoning him on inside, so Kyosuke tried the handle, the metal bending under his hand and allowing him inside.

There was no sight of Chisa's shoes or jacket when he first entered, so Kyosuke guessed that she hadn't taken them off yet. As he walked into the living room, guilty and worry slid its' way into his heart as he spotted his former classmate on the floor.

Chisa looked like a mess- her hair, that was usually up in a high-pony tail, was coming undone and spilling over her shoulders. The bow that usually in it was thrown to the floor, and her arms were wrapped around her knees, her head cocked to the side so that the bony part of her knee dug into the curve of her cheekbones. 

"O-Oh... hi, Kyosuke," she greeted weakly, tilting her head in the other direction and offering him a weak smile. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, but you're clearly not, Yukizome." 

"You can call me Chisa, you know," she murmured, waving a hand off in his direction as if she was saying 'shoo'. "And I'm perfectly fine. See?" 

Following her words, she smiled. 

Kneeling, Kyosuke placed a hand on her shoulder, a gesture he was a little uncomfortable with doing. "Tell me what's wrong." 

His voice was firm, steady, and Chisa fully broke. 

In an instant, she was full-out crying, her fingers curling tight into the sleeve of his white suit, her tears staining on the fabric. 

Kyosuke didn't understand her, as he never tried to understand her when Chisa went into one of her breakdowns, but he caught something along the lines of 'upperclassman expelled', 'bomb in the gym', 'reserve course', and the word Nagito. 

Nagito was repeated over and over again, and Chisa inhaled, her breath shuddering. "I-I slapped him, Kyosuke... I slapped N-Nagito." 

"You can be hard on them sometimes," was all that Kyosuke said this entire time. With ease, the white-haired male carried Chisa over to the couch, considering dropping her before deciding against it and plopping down on the couch. 

"I-I'm sorry you had to see me like this," she ran a sleeve over her eyes and attempted another smile. 

"It's fine." 

Chisa rested her head on the curve of his collarbone. "I got moved to the Reserve Course..." 

Kyosuke blinked. 

"... I can't be their teacher anymore," she said softly. "I'm never going to be able to call myself their teacher again. I won't be able to hear Hiyoko and Fuyuhiko bickering, never again Ryouta munching on his food, or the click-click of Chiaki playing video games in class. I won't be able to see Akane and Nekomaru fight it off.

"And Peko is probably going to go back to missing classes and instead train, while Kazuichi would probably lock himself up with his own machines. Gundam's gonna go back to taking care of animals instead of interacting with the other students, and Teruteru's probably never going to create foods just for his classmates again. 

"They're not going to come together as a class anymore." 

Chisa Yukizome cared when no one else did.

That's why it felt like a thousand sharp-edged glass shards were being thrust into Kyosuke Munakata's heart when her body fell from the ceiling to begin the Killing Game.