Summary: You've been waiting for this day for so long, so why did you feel so nervous as it drew closer?

The smell of sweet vanilla seemed to intoxicate the room, covering every area that you seemed to reckon. Or that was perhaps an exaggeration, but who were you to ever take things seriously?Unconsciously, you clutched the soft fabric of your [favourite colour] dress as you stood in front of a mirror, eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to calm your nerves.

Upon noticing the slight wrinkling of your dress from your tightening grip, you immediately let go and tried to smoothened it out. You let out a soft, shaky breath, your eyes squeezed shut tightly. You needed to calm yourself before you get too caught up in your head and be late. And being late was the last thing you wanted to happen. You just can't bare the thought of leaving him alone. Not anymore.

The image of a hydraulic press flashed in your mind.

Blood splattered on the floor.

Bright, neon, pink blood.

His blood.

You quickly clasped your hands over your mouth as you hunched over, trying so, so hard to keep the bile inside your stomach. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes and blurring your vision, and you hated it. You hated it so much. You thickly swallowed, and shakily brought your hands away, your face morphed into a look of fear and horror.

Shaking your head, you took in deep inhales and exhales, once again trying to calm yourself, but this time for different reasons. After a while, you stood up straight and wiped the remaining tears away with a handkerchief you snagged away from the table. You gently put it back, and looked into the mirror once again. You leaned forward and began inspecting your appearance for anything that looked out of place or off.

You realized that your short crying fest caused the concealer around your eyes to smudge and reveal your bloodshot eyes along with the dark circles underneath them. Most of these were from your recent episode after watching his...

You sighed, and dug into your [s/favourite colour] crossbody bag to search for your beauty blender sponge and concealer.

You successfully covered up the area around your eyes, and nothing wrong was found on your face, you nodded in approval and leaned back. Once you where satisfied with your appearance you made your way towards the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a certain [favourite colour] flower crown placed on the floor. Your turned towards it and stared for a moment. Should you wear it?

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Why not? You reached down and gently picked it up. Memories flashed in your mind, causing a soft smile to slowly take over your face. You placed it on top of your styled [hair colour] hair. The familiar light weight on your head made you feel at ease, and you hoped that it'll somehow make your trip easier. You hummed, it also matched with your dress, so that was definitely a plus.

The next few minutes were spent with you checking every single corner in your house to make sure that everything was tidy and comfy before finally making your way outside of your home. Glancing backwards one more time, you gripped your bag and then began your journey to Team Danganronpa's building.

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Kokichi was understandably confused when he found himself breathing and blinking and alive. Did.. did his plan work? Is the killing game over? Then again, shouldn't he be dead? The memory of feeling himself slowly being crushed under the hydraulic press came into his mind and he shivered violently. He gulped and brought his hand out in front of his eyes. They definitely looked like his. Thin and pale as fuck.

He sighed shakily and sat up from his position. His eyes flickered around the room. It looked like a hospital room. Did the school have an infirmary? He didn't know that. But how can someone's crushed body even be treated in an infirmary? It doesn't make any sense. He should be dead. Why was he alive? Did his plan not work? But.. he was breathing. Is this some sort of reincarnation shit?

A soft 'click' echoed in the room as the door of the room opened up slowly. His violet coloured eyes snapped to it's direction, and saw a familiar detective walk into the room. Shuichi's eyes widened upon meeting his, but he quickly recovered and offered the shorter male a hesitant smile. He closed the door behind him and walked closer towards Kokichi, a questioning look in his eyes.

Despite his fatigue, Kokichi plastered on a huge grin on his face, and called out to the other. "Heyyyyy Saihara-Chaaan! What's up?" The detective stared at the supreme leader for a few moments, and then sighed. Kokichi raised an eyebrow at this, but kept up his usual childishness. "Hey, hey! What's got you so down? Don't tell me.. you missed me?!" He faked a gasp in surprise.

Of course he wouldn't miss me. Nobody would miss me.

Shuichi didn't respond. The room was quiet for a while, neither of the males know what exactly to say. After a while, Shuichi sat down on a chair next to the white bed, and began to explain everything.

He explained about the trial, about the killing game, about Danganronpa and how everything they went through was for some.. sick and twisted reality show for someone's entertainment. The room was silent once again. Kokichi stared at the navy haired boy's face, trying to process his words. He stared right back, his own eyes swimming in confusion and concern. Not at me, duh, of course.

Kokichi bit his lip and looked to the side. "...So what now?" He asked hesitantly, dropping his act as exhaustion took over his small form. Shuichi thought for a moment before answering, "Well, the Danganronpa Team gave us our contracts we signed back before we got into the simulation, to prove that we.. willingly went into this." He gestured towards the table beside the bed. The purple haired boy looked over, and saw a bunch of papers on top of it. He reached out and snatched them away.

He began reading over its contents, whilst half-paying attention to Shuichi's words. "They mentioned that the people we knew before we got into the show will come by and visit us later. If our conditions are well enough, we'll be allowed to go back home. So far, nobody else left yet." Kokichi paused at his words. Home?

He let out a quiet breath and placed the papers back on the table, leaning against the bed's headboard. The boy closed his eyes as he tried to process things once again. "Ouma-Kun, how are you feeling?" The detective, well, ex-detective, asked.

Purple eyes eyes flickered over to grey ones. Did he genuinely care? Or did he ask just for formality? Kokichi's narrowed eyes at the other in irritation. Nobody cared for me back in the game so why should they start now? "Why do you care?" He asked harshly, gripping the sheets below him. Shuichi's eyebrows were knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked. Kokichi scoff and crossed his arms. "As far as I know, none of you cared about me back then. Why are you starting now?" He looked away from Shuichi momentarily. He heard a sigh in the latter's direction, more than likely coming from the male himself.

"Back then, you.."

"You sacrificed yourself to help us and to pause the killing game, didn't you?"

He stayed silent for a while.

"Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?"

Three soft knocks on the door broke the heavy tension in the room. Both males looked at the door in confusion. Who could it be? Did any of his other 'classmates' decided to visit? Kokichi can't think of anyone else beside Shuichi who would visit him willingly. Not even Gonta, not after what he did back in the fourth trial. The doorknob turned and the door opened up slowly. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a familiar yet unfamiliar person coming through it. (Did that make sense?)

A [short/tall/etc] person wearing an off-shoulder [favourite colour] dress that reached just above their knees hesitantly walked into the room. He noticed the pretty flower crown with the same colour as their dress on top of their head. They seemed to be nervous, but when their eyes met his, recognition and relief took over their features. Their [eye colour] eyes were suddenly brimming with tears as they took a step forward towards Kokichi, a fond and soft smile on their [skin colour] face.

"Kokichi."

The male in question jolted, eyes widening more at the tone of the person's voice. They sounded so.. fond.. as they said his name. Who were they? He felt a sense of familiarity and comfort in their presence. They must be family or the person close to him who came to pick him up.

Their eyes glanced at Shuichi for a moment, but they decided to pay him no mind as they walked to the other side of the bed. They let out a chuckle at his confused look, "Heya." They softly greeted him, offering a small smile. "You don't remember me yet, huh?" They asked, and for a second he noticed the flash of hurt in their eyes, but it quickly melted back into softness. Kokichi wanted to respond, but he was too mentally and physically exhausted to put up his usual facade. So he opted to just he gaze up at them with questioning eyes. "Well, I guess for starters.."

"My name is [Last Name] [Name], it's nice to see you again, Kokichi-Chan."