Shuichi Saihara/Shuichi Saihara

Hope's Peak Academy, a new day! New adventures. In the morning, Oma's dining room was talking nonsense. -OMA IS THIS TRUE?!- Gonta jumped back in fear. -Of course)- The Supreme Leader made a nasty grin, putting his finger to his lips.

Some people were surprised by Gonta's cry and looked in their direction. -What is he telling you again?- Iruma was no longer interested and glanced towards the frightened tall guy. -Oma said that...all my insects will be killed... -Nonsense- Shuichi tilted his head to the side.

• Wow, did the detective himself say even one word the whole evening?! - there was a hint of mockery in his voice. -What's the point of your lies?- Shuichi was tired of Kokichi's constant weaving and took a step closer to the leader. - You're probably nothing without her.

Oma pulled away from Gonta questioningly and walked closer to Saihara.

"Who are you without her? Most likely, even so, you'll remain silent and turn everyone against each other?" The detective stood opposite Oma. "Oh, come on, Shuichi! I can bury you without lying!" Kokichi smiled. "After Kaede's death, she's such a nasty bitch! Admit it! She literally... killed Rantaro!" Kokichi knew that Saihara didn't like bringing up Kaede's death, and he especially hated it when his friends were accused. "And you followed her around like a dog!" Shuichi's horror at the mercy of some dirty mop.

-What did you name her?

• Bitch, or didn’t you hear the last word?

Shuichi came closer and looked at Omu, standing with his fists clenched.

Oma continued to throw mud...until...a blow.

The detective's hand was covered in intense pink blood, and the leader stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what had happened. Pink liquid, which they assumed was blood, was dripping from his nose.

• YOU FUCKING DEGENERATOR HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT TO OTHERS?!... oh right, all you can do is throw arrows and hang words on your lips?

"Yes," Kokichi wiped the blood with his white sleeve and continued, "I am indeed selfish. But there are reasons for that."

With these words, only the clatter of the purple-haired boy's boots could be heard; besides the boots, one could hear how blood sometimes falls on the tiles, and then the slam of the door.

There was silence in the dining room.