Camp Turtleshell- Danganronpa V3

Chapt. 4

I was expecting to be awoken by the sun, or birds, or even just an alarm clock, but no. Things weren't so simple at this summer camp. I woke up to Kokichi's face talking to me. It was probably only around five am, and Rantaro and Keebo were both still asleep.

"Good moorrrrnnning Shuichi! You've gotta get up now so you get a chance at the showers. Though half of the other guys here seem like they don't bathe-
Whatever! You still can't take any chances."

I'm not a good morning person. I barely comprehended anything he said.
Nonetheless he eventually pulled me out of bed and dragged me off to the showers. Surprisingly, there were people already there. Only one shower was open, so I offered it to Kokichi.

"Huh?! Did you expect us to shower at the same time? Ewwww! I already showered like thirty minutes ago. I'm not gonna let you see me naked that easily!"

My groggy brain had no idea how to respond, so I just let out a mumbled "Whatever."

The day progressed as normal after that. Everybody woke up and headed to the lobby like we were expected to. The campers woke up around eight, so we had time to kill before we were required to start counseling. Kirumi offered to make us breakfast, and it was pretty good. Keebo and Kaede joined her, and you could definitely tell which parts were made by them and which were made by Kirumi. Kaito and Rantaro decided it would be a good idea to set up one of the dormant game consoles by the tv. For some reason they chose the Wii. After an hour or so of Wii Sports Resort music and pancakes, we finally headed off to our assigned buildings. Art camp was surprisingly normal, other than Kokichi's constant half-serious obedience lectures to the kids. Rantaro and I both weren't very good at the main art activities, which led to a lot of teasing from the older campers. Keebo was a surprisingly good artist, although he was much better at drawing inanimate objects than humans or animals. Kokichi's art definitely had an, uh, style to it. He would only ever draw in crayons and colored pencils, but everything he made still turned out okay. Himiko was just there. She would only do anything to demonstrate activities, but she would go around and compliment kids a lot.

By the time we got back to our cabins, I wasn't really that tired. Other than having to read a bunch of rules to rowdy children, art camp felt more like hanging out with friends than manual labor. After sitting in the lobby for about an hour, everybody started heading back to their beds. Before I got up to leave, I got a buzz from my phone.

———
Tsumugi: I almost forgot to mention!
All of your clothes are in your room's
closet. I hope to see everyone sporting Camp Turtleshell pride tomorrow!
———

Oh yeah, clothes. Hopefully there were no complications with mine. I walked over to the dorm, followed by the rest of my roommates. As soon as we saw our closet, we could tell it would be a hassle to separate the clothes. Shirts and pants were just put up next to each other with no semblance of organization by color or size.

Rantaro held up a white shirt and read the tag.

"It's a small. I'm guess that's for you Kokichi?"

Rather than Kokichi's voice interrupting, Keebo spoke up.

"I think that's actually mine. I usually go with small sizes for clothing. I kind of look like a medium, but all of that height is from my hair."

Rantaro responded with a chuckle and handed Keebo the shirt. The two continued to look through everything while Kokichi stood a few feet away from them, vigorously sorting through the closet. After a while Kokichi stepped away with a big pile of clothes in his arms and announced,

"All of the extra smalls are mine- and if any of your shirts go missing it's probably because I'm using them as a scarf."

Rantaro stood away from the closet to respond.