"Monaka wants to see marshmallow boy go into the closet with the number two pencil hair!" The green jolly rancher spoke again.

"You better do it, bear," the blue one spoke.

"Fine but you're going to have to point them out because we have two pointy haired guys here." Monokuma growled.

"The one over there who looks like a knock off deviant art worker." The red one shouted, gesturing to Hajime's tie.

"Me? No no no, you can't expect me to actually go in a enclosed area with that hope freak." he shouted but alas, it was too late and before he knew it Komaeda was dragging him against his will into the closet.

The luck student shut the door and then sat down next to Hajime, whom ever so nicely scooted away from slightly with every inch he could without making it obvious.

"Don't touch me, talk to me, breathe upon me, or even think of me." Hajime stated briefly.

"Fine." Komaeda puffed and got out his phone, to which no avail, hajime knew exactly what he was doing.

hajime pulled his phone out as quickly as he could and tried to power it off but at last...

hajimes POV:

no...

not today satan...

i pulled my phone out to just see, maybe just maybe, it wasnt him who texted me. maybe it was... that blue kid out there.. yeah maybe him.

wait, when did his name change? i couldve swore i put komaeda, not... kobaeda?

i powered my phone off again and kept my distance, still...

"THATS ITS." i screamed finally. i opened the messages again.

a million ideas run through my corrupted skull. but why? what was he planning? was he planning anything to begin with? i was always drawn to the white haired boy. he just seemed so... mysterious. but hes come to be so distrustful and frighthening i begin to wonder why often. is it because i pity him? do i just want to be a charity worker to him? am i just trying to make his last few moments here memorable? or do i care for him.

either way, i look up as he instructed only to be met with the sickly green orbs that screamed help and security.

"one." he smiled and placed his lips up mine.

i wont lie, time stopped for me, more so him too. he broke away and gave me a closed eye smile.

i was way too flustered to understand what happened. my cheeks were a painted glow of crimson and the heart was unbelievably censorious and there was no doubt, he could see it. hell, if anyone else was here they would too.

komaeda cupped my cheek, "hah hajime, are you that embarrassed by something so small as a kiss." this hurt me.

instead of answering i just turned away. i heard komaeda laugh, pulling a bit at the end of my tie.

the tugging didnt stop until i decided to give my attention to him fully.

that was when it happened again.

a chaste kiss this time.

as short as a second yet time itself seemed to stop and create a theoretical web of emotions; a feeling surging through me, confusion melting into thoughtfulness and compassion.

komaeda pulled away and looked at me, "a kiss means different things to everyone. that was a kiss that meant i hold a deep regard for you."

he then leaned in again, repeating the same thing over and over again, each with an explanation of what they meant, love, lust, thankfulness, relief, and compassion.

by the time the time was up i made myself out of the decent sized closet and took my seat once more.

before i left the room though, i heard komaeda whisper something under his breath,

"dont forget these all combined are what make up my thoughts every day. please dont forget."

"okay! whos next? i think..."

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