#ultimatesodacan

        “you’re kidding me, right? you’re makin’ shit up, you can’t say it’s clear like you know me. i have better things to do than worry about stupid shit like that.” and that was the honest to god truth coming from the yakuza, despite the defensiveness when it came to people not minding their own business.

“But-- But they’re all dead! Remember!”

“We killed them all. Those little freshmen? Remember how you gunned them down so well!? I can still hear them crying for their mothers! For their fathers to save them!~ It’s so tragiiiiic..!”

♧Most people would be pretty angry if someone knocked them out and left them tied up alone in a cabin for a few days without once checking up on them or allowing them to use the bathroom or even eat. Perhaps Nagito should resent Kazuichi for his part in subjecting him to the aforementioned situation. Surely anyone that had overheard their first interaction after Nagito had first been freed would assume he'd been using sarcasm when he'd thanked the mechanic for being so gentle with him...

...But Nagito had indeed meant every word. Kazuichi had been so kind, to not break all of his arms and legs or something! If only he could return the favor somehow!

It had only been a few days since Peko's execution. It genuinely broke his heart, that she and Mahiru had died, two talented girls full of hope who hadn't had enough time for their excellence in photography and swordsmanship to spread hope to its full potential... but at least he was unbound now! He now got to witness the hope everyone had that Fuyuhiko would come back to them soon and that they'd finally find an escape route on the third island! And surely, that hope would win in the end, Nagito mused as he went to the restaurant.

No one had been in the lobby downstairs or even anywhere around this island, which meant they'd probably all gone to the third one without him... oh well, it wasn't like he deserved their company! Except no... there was Kazuichi, sitting at one of the wooden tables. Oh... how lucky! Nagito immediately took the seat in front of him with a huge smile.

"Hello there, Soda-kun! How are you today? It sure is a beautiful morning, isn't it?" There were a handful of dining utensils on the table; Nagito grabbed the sharpest knife available and idly twirled it between his fingers.

"No one's outside, either! Isn't it wonderful that no one can see what's going on here right now?" He "casually" placed the knife down, the handle pointing towards Kazuichi, then proceeded to lean back in his chair, tilting his head so that his throat was clearly exposed.

An eyebrow arched. Sonia, as in the Princess Sonia? That was the right girl, right? He still wasn’t good at names - not that he bothered too much to - and he’ll just go with his assumption.

“Well, ‘ave ya tried talkin’ to her? Most people just gaze from afar and never really talk to their crushes. Which is kinda disappointin’ since there’s always a ton of ‘what ifs’.”

@ultimatesodacan

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“Oooh! Another one of these?”

“Okay okay! Ummmmm”