✧ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣? ✧ 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕞𝕒 ✧

✧ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 ✧

"K-Kokichi..?" Tenko stuttered.

"Wh-What's gotten into you?" Kaito asked.

Ouma stood perfectly still, his gaze shifting around the room. Questions being shot at him from all angles, from almost everyone in the room, like bullets.

Suddenly, he burst out into tears.

Genuine, scared tears.

Everyone froze, being caught off guard by the used-to-be liar's real, nervous tears.

"Ahem."

Everyone turned their heads toward the voice, which happened to come from Monokuma.

"So, everybody! Say hello to your new Kokichi Ouma!" the mechanical bear grinned.

"H-Holy fuck! What did you do to our cock itchy!?" Miu yelled.

"Relax! This is just him before the game. No memories or whatever are restored.. or at least they shouldn't be. Anyway! Your new Ouma is very shy, timid, antisocial," he poked the crying boy in the arm, which made him jump and hug himself as tears poured out silently from his tightly squeezed shut eyes "and he's a huge crybaby. Isn't that right, bitch?"

Ouma flinched at the words 'crybaby' and 'bitch.'

Nobody could believe their eyes.

This was no longer the Kokichi they thought they all mildly hated.

"Anyyyhooo, this bear's gotta go now! Lunch should be over soon! Puhuhuhuhu! Have fun!" Monokuma announced, waltzing out the door and disappearing to Atua know's where.

"H-Hey.. K-Kokichi-" Saihara whispered, before Ouma stumbled into his arms, burying his face in the detective's chest. Shuichi blushed, and stroked the back of Ouma's head.

"Hey, why don't the two of you just go fuck somewhere else? We're trying to eat here!" Miu snickered, hiding a smirk as she shoveled food neatly into her mouth.

"M-Miu! N-No!" Saihara denied. "Whatever, take your piss baby and go cuddle somewhere else."

The two boys exited the dining hall, and began walking towards the dormitories. 

"Mine or yours?" 

"H-Huh..?"

Shuichi stopped.

Did Ouma just..

stutter?

No..

Eh.

He knelt down to Ouma's height. Kokichi becoming red at the realization of how tiny he was compared to the detective. "My room or yours? Where should we go?" Shuichi asked sweetly. Butterflies began swarming in Ouma's stomach. 

He did still happen to have his memories before the game.

Shuichi was never like this. He was always so mean and cold, but it always soothed him in a way.

But now he was aggressive, but sweet at the same time. Ouma having a liking for this version more than the original already.

"E-Erm.. Y-Yours, I guess!" Ouma shivered, plastering a smile onto his face.

He surprisingly sounded unsure about his descision, which the detective noted, but brushed off at the time.

Finally, they stood outside of Saihara's room.