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𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢: "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚?"

(Quick note/Disclaimer : I only got some inspiration for this story off the song. The song , ' Inokori Sensei ' is not a love song and the story behind it is not romantic and is actually pretty sad. I'd recommend listening to it though above if you haven't. This is just a small twist of mine with the song as some inspiration for the chapter. Obviously I don't own the art in the chapter, song lyrics, or the song and this short story is just inspired by it.)

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( [] = Kokichi narration )

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Enjoy

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"Now class, do you like your teacher or not?"

Was the question Saihara asked his class every morning and evening- every day and every week- every time his students were all sitting and prepared for their lessons. Saihara-sensei's students were almost all good, collective, quiet and false peoples- who could only be what Shuichi wanted and not wanted .

"Hai, hai, hai, hai, hai..."

Was the reply Saihara got every morning and evening from his students .

Well, from most of them. As mentioned before, almost his students good and collective- but the one who was genuine and different in Saihara's eyes .

Kokichi Oma; he never replied a 'yes' to that question. He would cross his arms stubbornly and glare at his 'teacher' from his desk. And every morning and evening, Saihara noticed this and gave him detention. That would cause an uproar from him most days; yelling and demanding that it wasn't fair, and ended up like a spoiled child in the class. At least- on the outside he seemed to be one. His intentions and motives of anger and frustration were hidden inside with a different reason .

However Saihara-sensei would just ignore him and answer nonchalantly , to his class- particularly in the direction of Kokichi- and answer .

"Anybody holding back or didn't nod, I'll see you when  our class is done."

...

[Ever since the Game ended, Saihara-chan thinks he can tell me what to do.]

[I'm Kokichi Oma, and a former participant of the Killing Game. A VR experience that once took the world by storm, but that was years ago, and now I'm in college like most normal people my age. Except for Saihara-chan; now a professor who taught my criminology class. ]

[Why do I study criminology? I'm training to one day become a detetive. . .]

[I'll let you decide who inspired me. . . But. . ]

[. . . since the Game ended, you'd think I would be happy and grateful to actually be alive, and with Saihara-chan again, but. . .I'm not happy.. . ]

[Saihara-chan acts like we have never met ever since when I come into the classroom for the first time. He ignores me, acts stoic and uncaring, like he has no worries and doesn't talk to anyone, and doesn't mention me at all. He doesn't mention anybody- any of our old friends. It's like he's pretending it never happened, but can't he see how much I miss him!? I'm ignored, looked over, and pushed aside. .