This is a ONE SHOT or drabble
//It's Kokichi's birthday. And it's also my birthday (in a couple days) so I'm treating myself to some KiibOuma//
//AU: the 53rd killing game was a simulation because there's no way showing children being killed and killing each other for reals on TV became legal. screw you, hunger games. Also they keep there game personalities and talents. Pregame is for a different fic. And a different ship. Oh, and everyone lives together to recover.//
Being pulled from the simulation was like having the rug yanked out from under him, and the first couple months being back in the real world sucked major dick.
But now everybody was out (finally). Well, everyone except Kiibo, since, apparently, he never existed in the first place.
It was strange. The feeling in his chest told him he was missing something, but that can't be right.
Some of the others notice. And Miu, being Miu, does something about it.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.