Makoto Naegi's second worst day ever

 “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME” – the blonde girl sporting twin pigtails shaped by two weird bear-shaped pins, one black and the other white, laughed hysterically and raised her right hand high above her head, aiming right for the big red button in front of her.

It was not long, however, before her expression changed in an instant from one of shameless pleasure to one of surprise. Her hand, fingers adorned with long blood-red nails, was stopped dead in its tracks by an iron grip.

Byakuya Togami, the lone heir to the most influential family in Japan, and perhaps the whole world, grinned smugly as he held the blue fabric of the mastermind’s school blazer between his index finger and thumb, as if afraid his skin might touch something as unworthy as Junko Enoshima.

“As the heir to the Togami family, I have no choice but to put you under citizens’ arrest.”

With his free left hand, Byakuya smugly fixed the white-rimmed pair of glasses he always wore.

“Isn’t that right?” – he paused, before pointing at Makoto Naegi, the Super-High-School-Level Lucky student. “TELL HER, NAEGI!”

Unsure of what exactly he was supposed to tell her, the shorter brown-haired boy looked at the pair standing in the middle of the trial room nervously.

“Y-yeah. I guess..”

It didn’t look like the supermodel-mastermind was taking this turn of events well.

“You think just because I’m a girl, I can’t tear you a new one?!” – this time the blonde snatched the sleeve out of the boy’s grip, swinging her arm down and turning to face Byakuya. “I can wreck your cranial structure just as hard the Ultimate Martial Artist or the Ultimate Soldier! I also know every step you are going to take and every thought that hasn’t even popped into your mind yet! I can even tell when you and Hagakure stare at my boobs when I’m not looking!”

Regaining her composure, Junko took a few determined footsteps towards the Ultimate Progeny and reached into her left sleeve.

“GOT ANY LAST WORDS?!” – she screamed, the wooden handle of her trusty awl gripped firmly in her fingers, and her expression shifting to something that could be best described as “psychotic pleasure”.

As smug as always, Togami did not even take a single step back.

“HIT HER, YASUHIRO!”

“Wait, what”

“ORAORAORAAAAAA”

The blur of a green-clad figure rushed towards the mastermind of the Hope’s Peak Killing Game, followed by the sound of breaking glass. Junko’s body crumpled softly to the ground, arms and pigtails flailing outward.

“I thought you were going to take her alive!” – Makoto jumped off the podiums towards the two figures standing over the SHSL Gyaru’s body, the one with the shaggier hair offering the other an open palm in an invitation for a high five.

“Not touching your hand.” – The boy with the glasses indignantly turned towards the door to the elevator, posh leather dress shoes echoing throughout the cylinder room as he walked.

“W-wait for me, M-master!” – nearly tripping over her own feet, Toko Fukawa quickly scrambled to follow her unrequited love.

“Don’t worry, Naegicchi!” – Hagakure tossed out what little remained of a soda bottle to the far side of the room. “Besides, I already had a bit of prac- OW!”

“Idiot!” – Aoi Asahina, the SHSL Swimmer, stormed past the boy with the rasta haircut, giving him a hearty knock right in between the spikes on his head.

“What?? She killed herself, you know!”

“You’re one of the reasons she did, you… Poophead!”

“Says the one who tried to kill all of us right after!”

“Yeah, well… Shut up!”

“Naegi-kun.” – The hooded boy’s brain, which was still preoccupied by the rapid conclusion to the killing game which has unfolded before his eyes, failed to register a pair of feminine purple-gloved hands wrapping around one of his own. Given other circumstances, Makoto would have probably been taken aback by a gesture like that from Kyoko Kirigiri, their classes detective, who was usually cold and reserved.

“We… have to tell you something.” – Kyoko looked away from Makoto’s eyes and tucked her hair away over her ear with a practiced gesture. The room’s dim lighting, along with her pale skin and hair, made her look like a beautiful fragile porcelain doll.

She gripped his hand tighter and led him towards the elevator, where the rest of the survivors waited for the machine to take them groundside.

Just as they were about to step onto the tiles lit by the flickering yellow light, Kyoko turned sharply to face Makoto, her back facing the steel cage of the contraption. Makoto did not notice it right away, but a lone tear ran down from one of her purple eyes.

“I’m sorry!”

Makoto felt a small explosion of a force push his torso away from the elevator. Struggling to stay on his feet, he stared at what remained of his Class 78 as the ornate metal door slammed shut between him and Kyoko with a clang. Unable to look anymore at the boy she was abandoning to his fate for a second time, the detective quickly made her way to the back, putting bodies between herself and Makoto, just so that there was no way to make eye contact anymore.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“CUFF HER, NAEGI!” – Byakuya stepped forward as the elevator slowly gained altitude and tossed a shiny object at Makoto’s feet. He did not recognize what it was right away, but once the silver-colored object landed on the concrete floor and became still, the Ultimate Progeny’s words made a little bit of sense. The “lucky” student looked up in disbelief. The Togami heir held up the remote control sporting the button which would finally open the barriers preventing them from escaping to the outside world.

“Why would you leave me here after all we’ve just been through?! Together!”

“We’re really sorry, Makoto!” – This time, a gentler female voice spoke, with an obvious bit of a shaky note. Hina gripped the steel railings with both hands and squashed her face up against the metal construction, as if trying to get as close as possible so her words would reach the boy at the bottom of the cylinder of the concrete trial room. “We will be right back once we find out what’s going on, we promise! Just make sure she doesn’t escape! And don’t let yourself get… you know.” – The swimmer suddenly stopped, the faces of all her friends who have already perished springing to her mind all at once. Feeling a familiar knot in her throat, she too decided it would be best to move away from the front, out of sight and out of earshot.

“Don’t worry though. You are the lucky student, aren’t you?” – Togami fixed his glasses as he spoke. “If any one of us has a decent chance of surviving being locked in the building with the mastermind, it’s you. Of course, you could just kill her.” – A smirk spreading on his face was the last thing Makoto Naegi saw before the inside of the elevator was engulfed by the shaft completely.





Of course he could.

That’s what Makoto thought at first, looking at Junko’s unconscious form. There were plenty of weapons lying in the execution room, most of them would do the job in an instant. But the more he looked at the body covered by blonde hair, the more pity he had for its owner. Well, as much pity as someone who just had their class tortured by a madman could have for that madman.

One of the bear clips broke off and fell, leaving half of her hairdo covering most of her face. A few drops of dark red pooled on the cold concrete floor underneath the spot of the impact of the bottle.

The more he looked at her, the less she looked like a mastermind, and the more she looked like the victim of another mastermind. After a little deliberation, Makoto decided it would be best to put the metal handcuffs on her regardless of his course of action. Rather unpleasant images regarding the origin of the cuffs filled Makoto’s mind. Byakuya did mention once that he used cuffs to restrain Toko at nights, so that to make it absolutely certain that she would not attempt to break into his room.

He stopped in his tracks a few feet away though, suddenly a little bit scared. What if she is just faking it? What if she is just waiting for him to come close so she could plunge a blade right in his throat?

Checking around for any signs of a weapon on Junko, he slowly got down on his knees and reached down for one of her arms, mentally preparing himself to grab the awl that he put in his pocket if the mastermind was to try anything sudden.

Nothing happened, however. Her pale body did not even as much as stir as he slowly reached for one of her wrists, and then the other. The pulse was difficult to notice, but it was definitely there. Cuffing Junko’s warm hands in her front, the SHSL Lucky Student decided it would be easier to carry her like that. The look of the little bit of dried up blood staining the blonde hair on the back of her head made him feel a little bit uncomfortable. Makoto decided the best place to keep her would be to lock her up in his room, and he then could just stay somewhere else until Kirigiri and the rest came back. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered how exactly they abandoned him. He wasn’t even sure if they would come back, but he had no choice but to believe in them. Again.

Makoto sat Junko’s body up. Despite the “volume” that her hair and other body parts gave her, she was extraordinarily light. Kneeling down between her legs, with Junko’s head facing his back, Makoto tried his hardest to think of her not as the hottest girl of Hope’s Peak Academy, but as the mastermind of the killing game which just killed half of his class. He put his head through her cuffed arms and lifted her off the floor and onto his back with a little effort, Junko’s head resting lifelessly against his shoulder. With a sigh, he started walking slowly towards the elevator, which was now back in the trial room.





The first thing that Junko could feel when she woke up was a throbbing pain in the back of her head.

“Ow.” – She sat up, wondering how exactly she got from the trial room to a soft bed. All Junko remembered was being knocked out in the school basement, and absolutely nothing after that.

She instinctively tried lifting her arms to feel up the spot which was bothering her and promptly found out her wrists were being held together with handcuffs.

“Is my class this retarded?” – She mused, trying to figure out what exactly would putting handcuffs on achieve while the arms are in the front.

Carefully putting her fingers where the source of the pain should be, Junko felt the soft touch of fabric and gauze. Apparently someone disinfected the wound too, judging by the strong smell of alcohol on the fingers that brushed against the dressing.

She acrobatically jumped off the springy mattress, and waltzed towards the brown door, which after a few pulls at the handle, turned out to be locked.

“So they’re really serious about locking me up?” – A part of her felt it was kind of exciting, the other part just found it boring.

“Open up! You can’t keep me in here! I have a suicide to broadcast!” – Junko refrained from using her full strength as she pummeled on the door with both her cuffed arms.

After four or five loud knocks, she stopped and tried to listen for any sounds from outside, putting her ear against the wood. Something shifted very close to the door.

“No! You’re under arrest, so keep quiet.”

Makoto, who had laid out a makeshift futon right next to the door, took advantage of the Monokuma rules not being enforced anymore, and slept right next to the door to his room in the dimly lit corridor, so as to be aware of Junko trying anything to force her way out of solitary confinement. Turning to face away from the door, he closed his eyes again, once again mentally preparing himself for the worst, should the dangerous criminal try to break down the door with her bare hands.

To his surprise, the knocking stopped, and the next time Junko’s voice could be heard, it sounded like she backed away from the door and was back on her bed. Or his bed, to be exact.

“Fine.” – Sounding bored at first, the model then changed her voice to match her “cute” personality. “Feed me then!”

Hearing no reply from behind the door, Junko continued, this time in her “angry voice”.

“If I die from starvation here, you’ll be violating the fucking Geneva convention! You’ll rot in jain for the rest of your life, you miserable manlet, AHAHAHAHAAHAH!”

Realizing she was probably right about him needing to feed her, the boy slowly got up off his futon with a sigh.

“Fine. Don’t try anything while I’m gone, or I’ll be throwing your food down the garbage shaft.”

“I wooon’t! Upupupu~” – She shifted back to cute.

Makoto felt whatever feelings of pity he might have gained while carrying her around and bandaging her up slowly disappear.




Junko sat up on her bed, looking like a puppy paying careful attention to its master, her eyes fixed on the tray Makoto was holding up. She had already ripped up her bandages and fixed her hair to be in one big ponytail, since there were no other hairclips in the boy’s room. Her blue eyes were transfixed on the appetizing steam rising up off the rectangular silver tray. The realization that she has not eaten in several days only hit her now. She did find preparing food herself boring, after all.

Still wary of her, Makoto put the tray containing scrambled eggs and some brown toast on the far side of the bed and quickly turned to leave, before being stopped by another cutesy plea.

“You have to taste it first~” – Junko’s mouth extended in a toothy grin as she held out the fork so that the trident would be facing her and not him. “How will I know you haven’t poisoned it like a meanie?”

“Use your analytical powers for good for once, maybe?” – Makoto grumbled as he quickly put a small piece of the scrambled eggs in his mouth and quickly backed off towards the far side of the room.

All of a sudden, his legs felt like concrete bricks. The more steps he would take, the more difficult the next would become.

“What’s wrong, Naegi-kun?” – Hints of malice began to appear in Junko’s otherwise still “cute” voice. “Finding it hard to walk away from me?”

Makoto didn’t even have the strength to turn around and face her. His legs collapsed like wet noodles, and he found himself lying on his side, watching as he saw a pair of black leather boots with red laces jump off the bed and slowly walk towards him.

“What…. Did you…” – was all he managed to stammer out before the boots reached him and he felt strong arms pull him up to his feet.

“Oh!” – Junko giggled like a madman “You mean this?” – She slowly pulled out what looked like lip balm from a pocket in her HPA blazer. The lip balm looked like some kind of novelty joke.

One kiss will leave them paralyzed by your looks!

“This is just something I had made a long time ago. When you turned your back, I quickly put some off my lips onto that fork!” – She sounded like she was having the most fun of her life. “And you ate off of it like a good boy!”

If Makoto could, he would probably be screaming off the top of his lungs. His heart was racing faster than it ever did in his whole life.

THIS IS THE END SHE WILL KILL ME I DON’T WANT TO DIE I DON’T WANT TO DIE

I DON’T WANT TO DIE

I DON’T WANT TO DIE

He desperately offered up all kinds of prayers to any and all gods and begged his luck to help him in some way, like it had so many times before. But it seemed no higher forces were paying him any attention.

“But that’s not all!” – Junko reached back into her pocket and fished out another white tin of lip balm. “This one will make you go to sleep for a long time.”

“You know, I could just make you swallow some, but where’s the fun in that?” – She giggled again and smeared a little bit of the transparent cream on her lips, smacking them together and forming a pout.

In addition to being scared shitless, the SHSL Lucky Student was kind of confused. Why doesn’t she just kill him? Why does she want him to be knocked unconscious? What is she going to do to him? At the back of his mind, he did feel a little relieved that it didn’t look like she was going to kill him right there and then.

“Now, the number of boys who have had the privilege of kissing me could be counted on one hand.” – Junko sat the motionless Makoto on the floor in front of her and looked right in the eyes with a rare expression of seriousness painted across her pretty face.

On one hand, Makoto knew he would end up swallowing some of that lip balm and would be left completely at her mercy, even more so than in his current state. On the other hand, something about her blue eyes that were fixed on his own gave the boy a weird feeling of calmness.

Her expression turned to that of someone trying really hard not to burst out laughing at a hilarious joke. “That had most of the fingers on it amputated!” – Junko suddenly burst out in a maniacal laugh, before just as suddenly fixing the boy’s head in between her hands and planting her bright red lips on his.

Makoto, realizing the futileness of his struggles, gave up on trying to escape the mastermind’s clutches some time before. All he could do was close his eyes and pray that when he wakes up, he would still be in one piece. Or at least that he wakes up at all.

His anxious thoughts were interrupted by the soft sensation on his trembling mouth. Her gentle touch was the opposite of what he was expecting to happen – her violently forcing the toxic lip balm down his throat. He felt her full lips first kiss his upper lip. Her breath softly tickled his cheek, and the smell of her tacky strawberry perfume made him forget who exactly the person wearing it was. Right then, he was no longer being put to sleep by a psychotic madwoman. He was lucky enough to be kissing the most beautiful girl at school.

For a moment, Makoto thought that some of his high school life memories have resurfaced. Somehow it felt like this was what he had been wanting for as long as he had been going to Hope’s Peak.

A new sensation brought him out of the trance. Having had enough of sucking on his lips, Junko started to pry his semi-paralyzed mouth with her tongue. The taste of strawberries was the last thing he would be able to remember before passing out





“Naegi-kun!~” – It sounded like the voice was trying to reach out to him from under several feet of water. “Are you awake yet?”

And then he suddenly remembered where he was. The familiar ceiling, the blue walls, the soft feel of the mattress – he was back in his own bed. It took a couple of seconds for his brain to register that he couldn’t move either of his arms, both of which have been tied with the thickest of ropes to the bed frame on both sides. He couldn’t move the lower part of his body, because it was being pinned down. By Junko’s own body.

“You’re awake! I have something to shoooow yooou!” – The blonde model switched to her “cute” personality again, putting down all her weight on Makoto’s abdomen.

The boy, to his own dread, already found out what exactly that “something” was. Facing Makoto was the nine millimeter hole of a black-and-white color scheme Beretta pistol, which was aimed right between his eyes.

This realization took much longer than the previous ones. Muttering at first, the distressed Ultimate Luck student’s voice quickly descended to a panicked shout.

“No.. Please, please, no.. Please, I’ll give you anything you want, please, please don’t kill me! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO DIE, I DON’T WANT TO DIE PL-“

His terrified screams were quickly turned into muffled moans by Junko’s hand being firmly placed on his mouth.

“Now, now, calm down, this won’t hurt.” – she pushed herself down on Makoto and looked directly in his eyes. “MUCH!”

Unlike the previous time, he genuinely believed these were his last moments. Nobody will come in time to save him and nobody will come afterwards for his body. His face will be shot off by this psychotic bitch and his body would be left to rot in this abandoned building forever. Makoto’s last thoughts were definitely ones of anger and fury. If he ever returned as a ghost, he would make it his afterlife’s mission to make her life as miserable as possible.

And then his world exploded. The explosion was deafening and smelled like burning metal, if there even was such a thing. He guessed this is what gunpowder smelled like. The gunpowder smell permeating his nostrils was strong. In fact, he was sure that ghosts don’t have a sense of smell this strong.

As Makoto slowly lifted his tensely-shut eyelids, he slowly figured out what must have happened. Jamming in Junko’s hand, the gun simply exploded without shooting the lucky boy. Blackened smoking metal remains were strewn all around the bed, the wooden handle, which was now missing the rest of the gun, still gripped tightly in the model’s right hand.

Junko’s body was trembling from the sudden despairgasm. Eyes half-shut, she weakly crawled back on Makoto’s chest and collapsed from exhaustion, her face centimeters away from his own, which was still sporting the “i-have-almost-shit-my-pants” expression.

“Having a boy like you.. See me.. In a state.. like this..” – She moaned softly right into his ear. “Fills me.. with so much…. despaaaaaaiiiir~”

Her slender body convulsed again, super high school model breasts rubbing against Makoto’s chest.

“P-please, why are you doing this..” – The boy mumbled weakly, his mind still in a state of shock. “You could have killed me..”

“Isn’t it fun then?” – Junko giggled softly, lifting herself up a little bit and looking down into his eyes, blonde hair, now reeking of a wild mix of strawberries and gunpowder, fell all over the really lucky student’s face “Isn’t this just so unexpected and despairing? There is literally no way you could survive, but you do! Every time!”

She leaned down and licked his left ear. “It turns me on sooooo much!” – her voice turned into an excited whisper again.

10 seconds was way too little for Makoto to process all the events that transpired just then. But he knew one thing – he would probably die of a heart attack if she was going to continue assaulting him with such conflicting emotions.

Still in shock, he didn’t notice Junko hop off the bed and dart to the little table opposite it.

“Now then!” – Junko tossed her awl around in her hands like some kind of circus juggler. Evidently, she swiped it back off Makoto while he was unconscious. “Let’s make this even more personal!”

Junko, who seemed to have regained her energy and composure, leapt up over the bedframe and back onto her trembling victim, the sharp point of the metal spike aiming right for his heart.

Crack

That wasn’t the sound an impaled heart would make. Scared to find out that the truth was in fact the opposite, Makoto once again slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was an even more bizarre sight than before. Junko sat on his abdomen yet again, as if frozen in time. Her awl was still clutched tight in her right hand, but she made no attempt to bring ir down on his chest. Instead, she was staring forward, not even at Makoto, just at the wall behind the bed. Her expression was one of shock and horror. Slowly, seam by seam, her blue Hope’s Peak Academy uniform blazer came undone. Sleeves fell off and the front separated from the back, leaving her in a revealing blouse.

RNJesus wasn’t done just yet though. The same exact thing happened to her blouse, tie, and skirt. Small scraps of strawberry-smelling fabric now covered Makoto, along with a mastermind in her black and red lingerie.

Junko arched her back, giving Makoto full view of her taut stomach muscles, and fell victim to yet another trembling fit. This time she grabbed the body of the boy into a bear hug under her and made him feel the full brunt of every jitter. Her blushing face was now tucked into his hoodie-covered chest, and he could only barely make out her whispers.

“Having someone like you.. See me in my underwear..” – Blonde hair was rising and falling with Makoto’s every breath. “The despair is incredible!” – A tiny bit of drool flowed out of her mouth, as she sat up and looked at her “victim” again with drugged blue eyes. “Makoto, I –“

Makoto didn’t understand what was going on. Junko’s head bobbed once with a strange sound. Something shiny and transparent flickered once past her head. A hollow, empty ringing filled the room, as Junko fell forward onto Makoto, barely remaining conscious.

“Not… Again..”

A familiar figure framed by purple hair stood directly behind where Junko’s half-naked torso had just been moments ago.

“Kirigiri-san! You finally came to rescue me!”

Gripping an empty soda bottle tightly, Kyoko stood and stared at Makoto.

“Please hurry, before she wakes up!”

Instead of hurrying to his aid, the purple figure tensed her shoulders and looked down, reminiscent of somebody about to cry.

“Kirigiri-san, please!”

“Shut up..”

Her voice was soft and tense.

“W-what?”

“Shut up! Idiot!” – Tears welling in her eyes, the Super High School Level Detective raised the bottle and brought it down on Makoto’s head.

This time, as he fell unconscious again, the smell of tacky strawberries was complemented by Italian gunpowder.