#donutronpa

Welcome to Hope’s Peak, Aoi!

You will be roomed in apartment #143 with your new roommates Aoi Asahina and Yang Xiao. Don’t think about escaping the city because you never will, upupu!

Though the ending of the cooking of donuts had resulted in a disaster - the glaze had gone too hard when he had iced them and rendered the majority of them inedible, despite the wolf-like stranger and Fondue appreciating them a lot - Raphael , having taken off his 'Phantom R' guise earlier, was not daunted by this. Perhaps he'd just used the wrong ingredient? He'd written down what was wrong, so he could try again later: right now, though, he was thirsty. 

The thief had heard things about some apparent potions causing panic already, however - well, he should be alright as long as he brought an ordinary drink. Of course, nothing was ever that easy, for as the redhead sipped from the glass, he dropped it with a start, feeling a great sense of unease and pain wave through him...could it have been that the 'normal' looking drink was spiked?

Knowing the bear, it wouldn't surprise him, yet the pain was so severe he couldn't even mentally smack himself for not realizing the 'normal' drinks may have been the potions all along, for the bear to trick more people.

Eventually, the pain died down, yet there was an unsteadiness about him as he pulled himself shakily to his feet: catching his reflection in one of the cafeteria steel plates, it was easy to see why: there were a pair of small, white, feathered wings sprouting from his back, brand-new and a little bloody from suddenly forcing their way through skin and muscle.

This had to be a bad dream - he was just imagining things, right?

No, he wasn't in some dream or hallucination, though, because he could move the foreign, alien appendages when he thought about it, and those weren't the only new things. There was a golden ring of light hovering over his head, too. Raphael, despite still feeling sick, had to laugh at the irony. Oh, so now the spiked drink had taken his name a bit too literally. How was he going to tell Aoi this?

Taking his now ripped blue school jumper off and putting it back on over his shirt did little to hide the wings - they fluffed stubbornly right back out of the holes again, and so he walked back to the room he and his cherie shared (albeit unsteadily) without being able to hide a thing. Maybe if he was lucky, he could sneak in through the door and she'd be somewhere else? Raphael knew he should be able to hide the wings with his Phantom R jacket which had no holes, at least.

Though the rhythm thief had struggled to stay awake in his side of the room, even a night owl like him could not fight...the inevitable slumber. Eating macrons, with their sugary goodness- had helped him stay awake for a while, but after last night and not getting enough sleep there...it was impossible to fight it, and so he slept - unwillingly, right through his cherie's own nightmare. Perhaps that sick bear had known. That no matter how strong someone claimed to be...they could not fight fatigue forever. Before he even closed his eyes, he saw the shadowy figure of his father sitting. Waiting. Just...waiting with nothing less than cold hatred in his eyes for him to sleep, and weaken.

Why was his father at the school, how...? But then his eyes closed, and his father instantly grabbed his wrists.

At the apologies, Raphael adjusted his glasses so they could not fall off his nose, before shrugging. "That's perfectly alright. The natural rhythm of a person is one that is subject to change - a slow tempo one day can easily become a more fast-paced one the next! Ah, but myself using musical terms for everything was not the point of this, I suppose." Laughing in that musical manner to the in-joking, there, the bespectacled student's face was quick to change back to that serious, almost pensive looking expression from before. This was indeed a serious topic and not one to be joked about.

  "Oui, I don't think so - I know so. The smell of smoke and burning was what woke me up this morning...not the best smell to wake up to - and then when I got up, I saw and heard people rushing to the storage room to put the fires out. When I attempted to follow and aid in putting the fires out, though, they insisted they could handle it alone, demanding I go to the pool where it was safer with others. The storage room apparently wasn't the only place set ablaze, either, cherie...the cafeteria also had a fire started in it as well. I know the fires are out now, but people are determined to catch who was behind this, so...heading there right now isn't the wisest thing to do."

  The last thing that Raphael wanted was for an innocent person - especially Aoi - to be targeted as the possible arsonist behind all these events, and even though Nate - Aoi's mon ami who he had seen briefly at the pool - seemed to disagree with him on most things, he felt that he would agree in keeping Asahina out of the 'potential suspect' range, at least!

  However, the eventual turn of the seriousness to what was on his mind resulted in Raphael brightening, though. "Well, you see, cherie...after the horrid camp event, where I was unable to keep an eye on you...it got me to thinking. I want to be able to do my best to keep an eye on you no matter what, and an easier way to do that would be to ask to move to a room close to you. If...it's alright with you, cherie? That way, we could watch out for one-another better!"

  Though, he wasn't going to ask if he could move into her room just yet. Maybe later, in time...this rhythm was too precious and special to ruin, and perhaps it was a reflection of that - that more words slipped by him, though he had intended at first to leave that sentence there.

"...That way, unlike in my past, I wouldn't have to worry about something bad happening to someone I care about, non."

Oh. Oh. He'd said that, huh?

[that’s how you save the day you beat people up with optimism]

[YEAH NOT SO FUNNY MAKING SAKURA JOKES NOW HOW’S IT FEEL BUDDY]