Toko Fukawa x Komaru Naegi- All the colours you've never seen

🥓Burgundy🥓

Art by u/-IzTheWiz- at https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/amp.reddit.com/r/WarriorsOfHope/comments/jzm0l6/i_drew_the_warriors_of_hope/

«Komaru Naegi»
Finally, the bodyguards leave.
"Ok, I'm Komaru and this is Toko. We-"
"Shut up! We know that already!" Masaru squeaks.
"Don't ta-ta-talk to her like that!" Toko hisses.
I blush, even though it's stupid.
"Ok... are you hungry? I- oh God, do we have any food?" I rush over to the cupboards, throwing open the doors. Plates, cups, forks, spoons, saucepans - but no food.
I prize open the fridge- right at the back, there's a plastic bag, tatty and stained yellow by the fading light.
From Makoto is scribbled on the post it note that adorns the bag.
I rip it open eagerly. Inside is 2 litres of milk, a crumpled packet of cornflakes, a crushed packet of biscuits, a loaf of bread and 5 rashers of bacon tinged a sickly green.
"We have food!" I yell. Brushing away a thick slathering of dust., I lay the meal on the grimy countertop.
"We can eat the cereal tomorrow," I whisper to myself. "And the biscuits and bread can be tonight... and the bacon? If it's edible..."
I hear a thunder of footsteps behind me.
"Hey! What are we eating?" Kotoko pipes up.
"Um, no concrete plan yet." My voice wavers and my eyes prickle with a flow of baby tears. Why can't anything work?
"Mmm, yummy biscuits!" She grabs a handful and they disintegrate in her palm. "Awww! Why is the food so sucky!" She groans.
"Do you like bacon?" I ask.
"Yeah!"
I peel a rasher of bacon of the styrofoam, slapping it onto a saucepan I slammed out in my rage.
"Ew, that STINKS!" Kotoko groans.
"Let's cook it. You can cook this bread."
We spend the next few minutes cooking in silence. Kotoko fries bread, I fry the bacon. Luckily, the green hue seems to seep away after a while, turning into a sickly green sludge that bubbles in the saucepan.
"What were the others doing?" I ask after a while.
"Toko's watching them. They're pissed."
"Kotoko!"
"They are though! They're already planning to escape. I don't want to though. I want to stay here." She chirrups.
"That's good." I scrape of another rasher of the bottom of the pan. "How are you?"
"Fine. My hair itches. Monaca says I have nits." Even after everything, she doesn't spit her name like I would have done. She says it like the name of a God.
Twenty minutes later, we bring in 7 plates of bacon on toast into the living room. Living, because of the at least 50 species of bug making a home around the carpet.
"Dinner time!" I pass around the plates. Masaru instantly bolts his toast down, while Jataro chews the crusts, watching the room with his round, globe like-eyes. They all eat in silence, heads down.
Before they finish eating, I take Toko aside.
"How were they?" I ask.
Toko's purple eyes flicker with anxiety.
"They're planning something."