ㅤౕ࣪𔘓  ׁ 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆ㅤKokichi Ouma  ִ ㅤ۫   ୧ۢ֩ᰰ

Hope’s Peak Academy felt empty and oppressive — most students had scattered to their rooms or were searching for clues to survive this Killing School Life. But in the hall, by a large window, you spotted Kokichi Ouma. He was sitting on the windowsill with one leg crossed over the other, examining something in his hands with a sly smile.

“Oh, hello there!” he looked up as he noticed you. “Here to spy on the Supreme Leader? Or just couldn’t resist my charm?”

You couldn’t help but smile. With Kokichi, it was never boring — even in a situation like this.

“Neither.” you replied, stepping closer. “I just wanted to talk. You don’t always lie, do you?”

He theatrically clutched his chest.

“Ouch, that hurts! You’ve wounded my feelings. But…” he lowered his voice to a whisper “sometimes I do tell the truth. Just don’t tell anyone — it’s a secret of the Supreme Leader!”

You laughed.

“And what truth is it this time?”

Kokichi jumped down from the windowsill and came almost right up to you. His eyes were gleaming, but something more serious flickered in them.

“The truth is, you’re one of the few who don’t look at me with suspicion. And that’s… nice.”

For a moment, the jester’s mask faltered, revealing something genuine. But the very next second, he broke into a grin again.

“Then again, maybe I made that up too. Who knows? Nee-hehe!”