Told in Makoto's POV
I never noticed her much, but when I did she was always looking at me. I never understood why, but I didn't mind too much. More often than not she was alone, sat at her desk in the corner of the room.
Who is 'she' though? Mukuro Ikusaba, the mystery. Nobody in the class knew much about her it seemed, other than the fact she was the Ultimate Soldier. I tried to get to know her, but her guard was always up.
It was always a guarantee she'd be there, and I guess I grew to expect her to be there. I'd always say hello, and she'd respond the same. It became a routine, if you like, but that all stopped when I started dating Sayaka. Mukuro wasn't showing up to class anymore, and when she did she was often skinnier and more distant. She seemed depressed looking back, but I didn't do anything. I wish I'd worked things out with her before...
I visit a lot now, every day, even. I'd always go to the same grave and lay flowers. I look at the first two words carved on to the tomb stone with regret. Mukuro Ikusaba. If only I had done things different, maybe she'd still be here. I walk away with a sigh, knowing I'd be back tomorrow. I whisper three words into the wind, hoping she hears them from Heaven.
"I love you..."
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Naekusaba Drabbles
FanfictionSomething I update whenever I feel like it. Little short one shot stories featuring my Danganronpa OTP Naekusaba