#seta kasai

This motive was the worst of them all. The others had threatened Kumiko’s personal safety and wellbeing - something which she was quite capable of completely disregarding and had hardly batted an eyelid at. But this was different. Monokuma was going for the kill here (no pun intended), striking them where they knew it hurt the most. The idea of killing over a letter, a scrap of paper, was ludicrous; but the possibilities of what could be on that paper were almost unbearable to consider. If she let her last messages from Taiyu, Iwao, Uncle Ryu - heck, maybe even from her father - burn, would she ever be able to live with herself?

The concept was far too grim, and so Kumiko decided not to overthink it. Such thoughts bred fear and paranoia, and (as they had seen twice before) those were states that led directly to murder. She resolved to, as she did with most of her life, promptly eject such ideas from her mind and ride on a wave of oblivious positivity.

Besides, she couldn’t afford to be selfish and think only of herself right now - she had friends to look out for. And right now there was one friend in particular that she was searching for. After hearing Arata’s report on the cafeteria convention, one thing that had worried her in particular was what she had heard of Seta’s behaviour. In addition, she knew that this motive would sting him especially. She felt compelled to help in any way that she could, even if she was unsure as to whether or not she could provide any kind of useful support.

And so that evening she knocked on the door of Seta’s room and waited for him to open it, bobbing up and down on her feet in anticipation. The door finally opened and she spoke, although her tone was remarkably less chirpy than before.

“I, uh. I thought you might want to talk to someone, yeah? And I, uh, I’d like to talk to someone too so I thought why not kill two birds with one stone and talk to each other?” She paused awkwardly before speaking again. “Oh, and I brought something for you. Thought you’d like it, anyway, since it’s no use to me.”

With that she brought her hand out from behind her back and held out her gift - an origami guide. The booklet was filled with instructions on how to make all kinds of origami creations (or so she had gathered from her quick perusal of its pages), from classic cranes to some of the weirdest shapes she’d ever seen. In addition there was a small sheaf of star patterned origami paper which she hadn’t even tried to fold yet.