Kokichi boi take better care of yourself
“Where am I?” Was Shuichi’s first thought as he woke up in a chaotic room. His second, “Who am I?!” Followed as he looked at his body, rainbow nails, a few scars, cuts and bruises. (Not self harm btw, just clumsy everyday stuff)
He stood up, and realized things felt,,,,,,,, taller? He looked around the room, looking for the standard items like the bed, dresser and desk and yes, they where taller the usual. He walked over to the dresser and saw, not his own face, but kokichis.
The next thing he saw was a binder strap. That confused him, as he had no idea kokichi was trans like him. Shuichi relized, that kokichi had had his binder on for too long so, a little embarrassed, he changed out of the binder into a sports bra and hoodie.
he began to look around the room, noticing a pan flag(kokichi is pan fight me💖💛💙) a box of crayons, some pictures of a group of kids, ‘dice’ he read, and meds?
“what the. . .” Shuichi wonder, picking up the two bottles.
“insomnia and what? The label peeled of. Huh.” He muttered, looking at the dose so he didn’t throw off any schedules kokichi had, tho based on how tiered he was, he didn’t think he took them all that often. That was a little worrisome. Then he heard a knock and his(?) voice saying
“Hey Shuichi~? I think we need to talk, right?”