Fuck You Universe, Fuck You.
Kokichi had decided that the universe was completely and utterly against him. Apparently the universe decided it wasn't bad enough to take away his mask but also give him a sprained ankle and stick him into a random room!
Where the hell was he!?
He sat up and looked around the very clean, almost non lived in room, there was a weird robotic feel to the room, with the LED lights glowing a familiar color dimly, the bed soft and made despite Ouma sleeping in it, the weird charging station in one corner along with a bookshelf and desk.
That's when Kokichi realized that he was in Kiibo’s room, Kokichi quietly climbed out of bed, quietly wincing as he applied pressure to his sprain. Looking down and noting he wasn't in his uniform.
Wait-
Oh god, he wasn’t in his uniform! Why wasn't he in his uniform!? Kokichi was dressed in a black tank top and shorts that went up his thighs, the thing he wore under his uniform every day. The dumb tank top clung to his skin, showing all of the disgusting fat that stuck around no matter what he did, his short fat legs on full display for the world to see. He could see the dull scars lining up his arms and thighs, scratch marks on his neck visible without his scarf.
Fuck.
How many of them saw..?
Ouma shakes his head and quickly wipes his eyes, he just needed to get back to his room and wait out the storm.
Kokichi had hoped that he could use the vent to escape, but no matter where he looked he couldn't find anything to open the grate with.
Damn robot!
The only escape was the door, but he had no clue if anyone was out there or if they had just left him here alone.
Kokichi quietly lowers himself to the floor near the door and looks at the light from the small crack between the door and floor. Kokichi quickly notes that no one was there before he quietly opens the door.
No one in sight! Score 1 for Kokichi Ouma!
Ouma bites his lip as he quietly makes his way to his dorm, checking the hallway clock to see that it was currently 3 am. Kokichi stops moving as he hears voices from the common room living area. Hiding his arms behind his back and shuffling closer.
There sat class 79, having a heated discussion. He leaned lightly against the wall as he heard Kaito yell. "The little shit has to be messing with us! He has to be! Why else would this happen!?"
"I don't think this is just another one of his childish pranks, the wounds on his arms should be proof enough of that."
Kokichi could almost hear the disappointed look on mom's face as she said that. Kokichi had 2 options here, hide and wait for everyone to leave, or run past the door and make an absolute mad dash for his door a few more hallways down.
His decision was made for him and he slipped slightly, catching himself from falling, making a quiet sound as his feet wobbly held him up.
Maki caught on to the noise quickly, demanding a firm "Quiet."
Kokichi held his breath for a second before booking it.
He ran as fast as he could with a limp, quickly hearing other footsteps follow him. Kokichi pushed through the pain and ran faster, sharply turning the corner and running to his door. Kokichi was glad for once that his door was unlocked, he quickly shimmed inside and locked it right as the others reached it.
Kaito banged on the door, "OPEN THE DOOR KOKOCHI!"
"Piss off Space Man! Go away! Go away! Leave me alone! Stop it!"
Kokochi couldn't breathe, he grabbed desperately at his hair and pulled, twitching as the bangs and shouts got louder.
He felt so weak and pathetic, crying on the ground like a little bitch, sobbing just because of a little noise. Kokichi couldn't keep himself together, he shook as he bit down on his hand, biting into the flesh as a means of pathetic comfort. He didn't even realize that the noise had stopped, Ouma couldn't think his head felt so fuzzy, he couldn't breathe, he didn't know where he was.
Kokichi felt someone touch him and he violently flinched away from them, knocking right into someone's legs. Ouma screamed and backed up as far away as he could get, back bumping into the wall. He was grabbed and held against someone's chest, Kokichi screamed all of the cuss words known to man clawing into their bare arms and kicking with all his might. Rantaro just held him there, against his chest as he dragged his hand through Kokichi's hair, whispering comforting words and small things that would normally make him laugh or smile.
Kokichi eventually stopped fighting, he slowly was able to hear again, his vision coming back as he listened to Rantaro's heartbeat and followed his breathing. He sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears as he just let it all out.
"Ouma-Kun, can I pick you up..?"
Kokichi nods before he's being lifted up and taken over to the bed, Rantaro lays with him and he curls up to his chest. Rantaro just continues to lightly run his fingers through Kokichi's hair as the boy slowly falls asleep.
Rantaro nods at Shichi, "Look for anything sharp or harmful."
Shuichi nods and makes quick haste.