#entranchant

   Komaeda loves reading. It was one of very few activities that he could enjoy with only minor consequence. So it should really come as no surprise that he had read the works of his underclassmen, Touko Fukawa. He quite liked her writing, her talent shone through every written word.

   Written word.

   That’s right. The words she wrote were that of an Ultimate, but what about the words she spoke? Did the hold they same feelings? This is something he had always wondered about the young author. He’d never heard her speak before, never found anything that wasn’t written.

   Now was his chance to get answers. She was right in front of him and a loose sheet of paper had fallen from her grasp unknowingly as she passed him. It had writing on it, which may or may not be important, but it was in at the very least.

   “Excuse me, Fukawa-san?”

As soon as Makoto heard the announcement from Monokuma saying that he and his class had free time, he knew exactly where to go. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy made a beeline for Toko Fukawa’s room.

He had been pretty worried about her recently. After the last class trial, he and his classmates had all found out about Toko’s, uh... other identity, and it definitely came as a shock to most people. Makoto noticed everyone else making a point to avoid Toko ( well, even more than they usually did ) . But Makoto wanted the other student to know more than anything that, despite what was going on and what he found out, she was still his friend.

He found himself at the entrance to her room, and studied the small image of the girl on the door. With a little bit of hesitation, he rose his hand to the door and gave a few sharp knocks.

Send 🖐 for my muse to take your muse’s hand and put it on their body

“It’s aparty. Don’t feel so stressed because I am asking you to be my date for thenight. It doesn’t change things between us in the absolute.” The blond malestated out coldly moments away from entering the salon where they wouldinteract with many member of the highest social spheres. He then turned hisgaze to see the writer: groomed and dressed as if she was his equal. The maleset a custom decorative flower: a white rose with her initials sewn on it as hesmiled at her, then moved away the female. He reached for her hand so she wouldgrab from it: they would pose as a couple from start to finish.