#dorks.....

Shuichi had been in his room, getting through slogs of boring paperwork. He was so immersed in it, that the text notif he got made him nearly jump. Picking up his phone, he sees it's from Kokichi. "Oh, Koki-" But the pop up notif showed just the first sentence before it cuts off, nearly making him drop his phone when he read what it says. "Wha...W-What?! W-What is this, all of a sudden?!" He wheezes out in a very not so calm tone... and when he actually opens the full thing frantically, reading the rest of the text-"'Please be calm', he says...s....surely, he's lying-"

Then he saw the pic. "Oh." He didn't know what to expect. But definitively not that... "What is wrong with him. Oh my god." His tone cracks from the laugh he now lets out. His face is still red from previously feeling flustered a second ago, but now he just looks so flabberegasted.... But finally, he texts back:

{ Txt: Boyfoe 🍇} Kokichi??? What. In the hell is this picture.

{ Txt: Boyfoe 🍇 } I knew it was going to be something crazy when I read that first sentence! Why do you own those socks. Chicken legs....

("B-Bestie....?") "Ah, senpai: Y-Yes, hi..." Shuichi had looked up from his book when he gave that slightly nervous sounding greeting. Mostly because he was surprised at how much more energetic and apparently excited she looked to see him, compared to their usual interactions.

Junko was, as easily as he could put it: a very confusing girl to talk to and especially understand, at times... so he never really knew what to think about her. But as long as she doesn’t maliciously pick on him, then he supposes he can handle her.

*SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE AND INSTEAD OF YELLING MARKS FURIOUSLY ON PAPER HEACANON ACCEPTED*