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[ txt ] : ah... shuuichi

[ txt ] : are you awake? i know it’s late, but you’re the only person i could talk to

@killingsim​ “you’re looking for an explanation, an explanation that makes all of this okay.” / from kokichi to shuichi ... post-game, maybe... oof hi

his shoulders visibly tensed at those words and that voice, it was still difficult for shuichi at times, but the tense rolled away as quickly as it came. mostly. he tugged on the sleeves of sweater, and avoided the other’s gaze. was it so obvious? how ragged it had been driven him since the moment the game ended, since the moment he was congratulated along with himiko and maki. shuichi couldn’t tell what truly motivated him-- if it was his new personality that remained intact, or the sheer curiosity, the need to know, to have some form of answers.

all they’ve gone through, wasn’t it logical to seeks some for of explanation? did not most people crave this? a reason for all that happened? yes, fine, they’re alive, but what happened in that game would haunt them... should haunt them. it haunted shuichi when he’d close his eyes and see the bright pink staining his vision. 

“...wouldn’t you want some for of explanation?” shuichi finally uttered, his mismatched gave meeting kokichi’s finally after what must have felt like minutes. a shallow breath, and the slightest frown, “that’s... what detectives do, look for answers... explanations, of course i want to find one.”

"I apologize, Gokuhara-san. I'm afraid I'm a bit puzzled trying to determine what you're asking of me." Sonia explained, a quizzical look on her face as she clutched the broom between her hands. It was her turn that day to help clean Class 77-B, a chore that most of her classmates detested and yet Sonia found oddly relaxing. Once, of course, she was shown which cleaning products were administered to which surface. It was all a bit of a mess when she'd first arrived to Hope's Peak: she had the enthusiasm to be part of her new class as a normal girl, and yet the simple task of cleaning the floors, wiping down desks and the blackboard, and removing the garbage from the room had been a bit of a learning curve. At least most of her new friends were able to assist when she asked, even if they'd given her rather incredulous expressions for a little while.

But it was entirely common, something the Princess of Novoselic had seen in so many anime and dramas: students cleaning their classroom and mulling over life. Sometimes a dramatic fight would take place, over a family secret or a shared crush, with students throwing soapy water or overturning a desk. But real life, thankfully, was not quite that exciting most of the time. The closest Sonia ever came to such destruction was Nagito's talent backfiring on someone or Nekomaru and Akane's training taking place indoors when instead they needed far more space in order to avoid injury to person or object. But with neither occurring that day, she was left only with her thoughts, the broom, and the sun that had begun to set through the windows. Ones she'd planned to wipe down with the cleaning fluid and a cloth once she'd finished with the floors but as soon as she decided to reach for them, a rather prominent shadow was cast over the reflection in the glass. Startled at first, Sonia nearly jumped, turning to find Gonta Gokuhara, one of the school's younger students, lingering there, apparently seeking her out for some sort of request.

Why did Ashe think this was a good idea?

Caspar was a... unique person. That was a nice way of putting it. He was the type of person too dense to see past his own nose - unless it involved fighting in some way. And yet, there Ashe was, trying. Why? Well... their relationship was complicated. By that, he meant it was completely one sided. For now.

Attempt number three: coffee date. Attempt one and two were not worth talking about - ever. Not that attempt three was any better. It was Caspar asking about homework he had put off (again), and stuffing himself silly, while Ashe watched. Oh, why was he even into Caspar in the first place? He broke pieces of shortbread as he listened to Caspar; he wasn’t hungry, it just gave him something to do.

It had been one month since Linhardt started at Hope’s Peak.

One month since he started lying about his talent. One month since he had met some of the most fascinating people in the world. One month since he had seen Kiibo.

From then, Linhardt couldn’t sleep, consumed with thoughts about the robot. How did he function? Was he really a robot? Could Linhardt take him apart and put them back together again? Any normal person would stay away and not harass the poor robot. Unfortunately, Linhardt was not a normal person, and the fixation called to him. He must try.

After classes one day, he managed to corner to poor robot, equipped with a toolbox. “Good afternoon, Kiibo... -senpai?” Linhardt shook his head; honorifics were not his forte. “I have a question for you. Would you mind if I took you apart? I think you’re fascinating.”

@killingsim​ said:  😣👍👌👌👌👌👌👌 ( late to this, but i just wanted to give some love! the first emoji is simply b/c of my speed as of recently. ; )

Munday (Tuesday!) Interactions

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                 "Amami!! Please, hold on a moment!!”

                 Running in the halls wasn’t something that Kiyotaka could easily abide, but walking quickly was completely permissible, so he wasted no time at all in power walking his way over to bridge the distance between the two of them with a spring in his step. Out came his index finger, wagging with all the fury of a strict disciplinary figure while he tut-tutted at his fellow classmate, black leather shoes squeaking gently against the ground.

                 "You haven’t attended any of your classes today!! What is the meaning of this??”

The city at night was something completely different. The bright lights cast the area in a whole new glow of greens and golds and blues. Yuri much preferred it to the day time; the city bustle was still evident, but it attracted a different sort of crowd. He looked down at his phone: he would be here any moment. They agreed on the time, but he wasn’t there yet.

He kept an eye on the crowds. The problem was, he never did stand out, not when he was so small. Yuri leaned against the wall, foot flat against its surface. Finally, Yuri spotted him.