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‘s not too bad, getting some fresh air in a while. the wind bites at his face, but it’s not a freezing one-- he just tugs his winter coat closed, zipping it up... ah, where’s his phone? he must have left it in the classroom.

‘s not like him, to forget things. but ...

climbing the stairs to his classroom, he pauses when he sees someone in-- a girl, with long hair.

“... hey, am i disturbing you?”

“No.”

“can’t escape from the truth, harukawa-san.”

@truthmissed​​

Virtual reality. After everything they’d been through, the truths and lies they’d been fed…

Not a single soul had died. Every death had been contained within virtual reality. Though he would assume that fact alone is something most would consider worthy of celebration and happiness, he feels anything but. 

Nothing changes the pain they endured. Nothing changes the fact that most of his friends are still asleep. He’s been making a daily effort to sit beside the bed of every one of them with some tea, just in case they wake up. Right now, it’s time for him to sit by Amami.

Taking a sip of the tea he’d prepared, his gaze travels upwards— falling again once meeting the end of the wires and monitors.

“…You deserve better than this, Amami-kun. You… all do. I’m sorry.”

But it’s the reality of the situation. A reality he’ll remind himself of with every waking moment that passes. Since Danganronpa’s end, the word ‘hope’ has left a sour taste in his mouth, yet… it’s unavoidable right now, isn’t it? He can’t help holding onto some sort of hope that everyone who died will wake up, including Amami-kun.

a flash - bang of pain , and his head had shattered into nothingness. pain had been only momentary, but it’d been enough to make him realize that he’d been dead--

when his consciousness comes back though, there’s no ghost of the past that he’d expected to linger.

ah, he thinks. this is the afterlife. he’d never believed in it. a voice sounds, but he can’t make the words out -- his consciousness boots awake into reality, drawing itself away from fiction.

...

“ah...”

his voice is hoarse, and the sound escaping his lips is more of a dry exhale searching for water. the afterlife... feels so ridiculously mortal, so ridiculously human. 

eyes blearily open, not sure what to expect-- his body is heavy, weighted, non-responsive. 

... maybe he was alive...? 

he tries to form words, but nothing comes out-- he mouths an obvious question, but his voice stays dead.

where am i...?

as his gaze focuses. 

where is he...?

The only real way to catch Koimon was on her own, and somewhere dangerous. Why were the best ones there? Who knew, but there sat an ex-assassin on a crane.

The sudden calling of her name from a familiar voice, though she didn’t really know him at all.

“…Amami?”‘

what the fuck!

Did Harukawa-san like feeling tall?

Koimon wasn’t particularly on his mind when he went out wandering that day -- finding a way to get out was more of a priority. 

Sitting around doing nothing... wasn’t an acceptable option. Always on the move, always looking, searching. Amami wouldn’t rest, until he fulfilled his purpose.

Right now, being stuck..

“... You sound surprised.”

He can guess why.

          one… two… three… click! 

another successful catch!  katio beams proudly at his latest koimon ─ only to be pulled away from his screen when approached.  someone he knows!  kaito smiles widely and waves with his free hand, trotting to meet his ex(?)-classmate.

❝yo, rantarou!  you bet your ass i am! ❞  he follows up with a big thumbs-up before returning his eyes to his device,  ❝ there’s some rare ones around here, so i’m out gettin’ them all!  you here for them, too?  hey, what’s your team?  mine is the keepers ─ the best, obviously! ❞

Look at that thumbs up! Rantaro laughs and rubs at the back of his head. Upbeat energy and movements that were bigger than life...  Momota-kun was the same as ever... But was he really? Amami didn’t know what happened in the killing game, but he can’t imagine the astronaut not being shaken.

( Or maybe he was reading the other wrong? )

“Keepers?”

He... thought Momota’d pick another group, but that was neither here of there. Actually... it was a little bit of a relief. After all...

“Haha... But that’s a coincidence. Mine’s the same. ”

Momota-kun seemed pretty passionate about... many things. Rantaro was playing this game to meet people and maybe find some things about the city, but for actually playing the game competitively, maybe Momota-kun could help...? Not to mention Momota-kun’s own nature might lead to new relations, though his brash personality might lead to some people being ticked off...

.... Well, meeting new classmates weren’t new to him at all anymore, but the method in which he met them? Pretty wild each and every time. 

Like now. He’d always suspected that there was more to Harukawa-san than met the eye, but....

“Harukawa-san... Are you alright up there?”

Phone loosely held in hand, looking at the screen -- Might as well play an adventure game to pass the time. Amami takes well to it, though with him being who he is... He heads straight to the gondolas. 

That sure is a familiar face, though!

... is that an app on his phone? Haha. 

“Gotta catch them all, huh...” 

“Ah… Sorry, I… don’t know what came over me. Merry Christmas, Amami-kun.” ( why must you make my ooc yelling ic like this. )

“’s fine. can guess why you said that, if I had to break the fourth wall. But just think that portraying your anger with swearing isn’t the best of ideas, yeah?”

( fucka yuo basard )