#ultdespr

                                                『 X:\Sources>bootrec /convo 』

                 None of anything going on had been what he’d wanted, but he’d had no choice in the matter. Him being a robot made no difference at all; for all his fellow peers’ talk of him being cold and unfeeling on the basis of being a machine he felt that he’d felt more strongly than some of them overall. His chest throbbed and ached, his joints creaked, his voice distorted just enough after all the damage he’d taken after the explosion that he sounded as though he were speaking through an old-timey radio. The metal chassis that he’d taken so much pride in was scuffed and badly scraped, and the lens covering his left eye was cracked. Miu had never installed the crying function he’d wanted her to give him, but that didn’t keep away the overwhelming urge to sob.

                 K1-B0 had ruined the 53rd season of the hit real fiction killing game. He had gotten his friends out alive, allowed them to escape, and had blown himself up in the process... Or had attempted to, anyway. He was hurting. It was massively damaging, but even that hadn’t been enough to take him out. Professor Idabashi had really done an excellent job in bui---

                 ---... Team... Team Danganronpa had done an excellent job in building him. His memories had been falsified. Was Professor Idabashi even a real person? The pain in the android’s chest intensified, sharpened, drove itself deeper into his centre. Again he was met with the overwhelming, desperate need to cry, but he physically could not. K1-B0 raised his head to meet his master’s gaze first in silence, then with a quiet, robotic whisper.

                 "... Why...??”

                 "Why would you... Do this to me... You had me built, you gave me feelings... Was it just to hurt me?? Is my purpose... Really just to be a glorified camera for the viewers to play with??”

                 He could recall the Professor’s hand on his cheek, warm and loving, and even if it was nothing more than a false memory it broke his heart. K1-B0 shuddered, his body curling forward in anguish. He had a SOUL. He was certain of it. He could feel. He had dreams, aspirations --- he wanted to fall in LOVE, become a ROBO-IDOL, he liked Astro Boy and Mega Man. He liked singing and playing games. He’d had friends. He wanted the Profes Fathe anyone

                                          "... What are you going to do to me??”

Out of all the times for someone to try and annoy the former ultimate boxer it of course occured when he was making an attempt to stay mostly calm. And by mostly there had been an order for absolutely no unnecessary violence. He , extremely tightly , clenched his right fist but immediately shoved it into a jacket pocket. As if it would stop a punch being thrown once the anger completely boiled over. Juzo hardly was known back in the academy and after for being the calmest of all people.

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Objectifying other people’s bodies isn’t welcome in a school environment a part of Kiyotaka’s mode of operations! What he wants above all else is peace and order, and the intensity with which he strives for that tends to drive other people away from him because he’s that big a stickler for the rules. He’s a nerd, plain and simple. He studies hard, he comes from Japan’s most academically prestigious school prior to entering Hope’s Peak Academy and had the highest marks across all his subjects there, he doesn’t play games or watch television or laze about --- he’s practically the dictionary photograph for ‘pointdexter’.

Which is a shame, because this pointdexter is actually kind of really ripped.

The guy’s got a body that looks like it’s been chiseled from marble, which is utterly wild considering this is the same guy who spends all day running ( see: speed walking, since running in the halls is a cardinal sin in his book ) around after his classmates scolding them for dress code violations and crying. He works hard in every subject, after all --- he could hardly afford to neglect athletics. The cut to his military uniform-esque school uniform makes him look slim and thin, but it’s deceptive. He is still slim... But it’s all lean muscle. He’d probably be more popular if he did away with the uniform more often, but that, too, is another cardinal sin to someone like him. He works hard to maintain good physical health.