"DING" Naegi's phone lit up on his night stand, illuminating the dark room. The curtains were drawn to block out any sunlight that might peek through. The body under the covers shifted slightly to the right, uncovering a mass of light brown hair with an ahoge. Makoto passed out around 2:30 last night, still in his clothes only taking off his socks. Sure he had nights where he stayed up, mostly watching Netflix or working on an essay, but that was a rarity. After the events of last night, he had no motivation to wake up on this cool Saturday morning
Peering out from under his covers, Naegi lazily picked up his phone. "Ahhhh," he groaned, closing his eyes from the brightness. Adjusting the light on his phone, he read the notification.
8:02 AM: Oma needs your help! Meet them at the destination attached.
It took about 15 seconds for Makoto to fully comprehend the message. "Crap!" He yelled, throwing his comforter to the left and leaping off the bed. Makoto raced Into his small kitchen to grab a water bottle and his keys from the counter. Throwing on his shoes, he darted out of his dorm and down the hall, ignoring the fact that he forgot to lock his door again.
Makoto didn't get too far down the narrow hall, as he was stopped by Leon. "Whoa, what's the rush Naegs?" He asked. Leon's black tracksuit gave the indication that he had just finished with his morning run. The bandages from Owada's throw were off too.
"No time! We'll talk later Kuwata! I promise!" With that, Makoto sprinted down the stairs to the dorm building's lobby.
"Weird, he isn't wearing any socks,' Leon thought out loud, 'That's not very lucky for him." He then proceeded to walk back into his dorm room.
Ignoring the chilly November air, Makoto ran into the parking lot and flung open his car door. "Of all days, it had to be this one," he mumbled, putting the car in drive and heading towards the desired location, which was coincidentally where he dropped his three other passengers last night.
It didn't take long at all to reach the other dorm building, as they were on the same road. Putting his car in park at the front of the building, Makoto began to unwind. "How did I not realize I hadn't put on my socks?" He mumbled, looking down at his shoes. That's when he heard a knock on his passenger side window.
Rolling down the window, the figure spoke. "Nishishi, you must be my ride. Wait here one sec, would'ya?" He was a boy on the short side. He looked like Naegi's age, a possible Hope's Peak student. He sported white pants and a white button down short. A black and white checkered scarf covered his neck, and his purple irises bored into Makotos.
Looking out of the window, he noticed two things. One, was that the two boys he picked up last night were passed out on the bench right outside the doors into the dormitory. A large red blanket covered them both. They probably fell asleep when he and Harukawa were talking. He would have to ask her later about what happened with them last night.
The second thing he noticed, was that the boy he was previously talking to was leaning over Kaito's face with a black marker. He was obviously drawing something, but Makoto couldn't see what it was. The boy then switched to his next target, Shuichi. However, he didn't get too far because Shuichi began to stir, slowly opening his eyes. .
Oma threw the marker into the bushes, and whispered something into Saihara's left ear that Makoto couldn't figure out. Suddenly, Oma sprinted towards Makoto's car and thrusted the door open, jumping into the back seat. "Go, go, go, go!" Naegi pushed on the throttle, lurching forward and down the road. He swears he heard Saihara yell out a name. Kokishi? Kokichi? Whatever the name was, Saihara's voice clearly had a tone of anger in it.
"So, you wanna explain just what the hell that was!?" Makoto yelled, staring at the road.
"Why would you yell at me! I didn't do anything wrong!" Oma cried out, tearing up.
"I'm sorry, it's just I had a really long night and I don't know why Saihara's mad at you," Makoto answered honestly.
"Sure, I'm Kokichi Oma, AKA, the Ultimate Supreme Leader, and head of the notoriously evil, D.I.C.E." Kokichi explained, dropping the sad act. Wasn't Kokichi just crying? Why is he acting like he didn't? However, his words did clear up some confusion. Kokichi was a Hope's Peak Student, and this was the guy Shuichi had yelled at earlier. Presumably for drawing on his and Momota's faces.
"Um, okay,' Makoto replied, 'I'm Makoto Naegi, Class 78ths Ultimate Lucky Student."
Kokichi's face dropped. "You're kidding? A lucky student? Well, I guess you are lucky since you're face to face with the ruler of the 10,000 member, D.I.C.E organization."
10,000 members? No wonder this guy was scouted for the Hope's Peak alumni. Makoto looked in the rear view mirror to see Kokichi sipping from a full, grape, Panta bottle. Where'd he get it from? Makoto didn't want to ask. "If I may ask, what were you doing to Saihara and Momota's faces?"
"I was just drawing some silly facial hair, nothing out of the normal," Kokichi responded, putting his bottle in the cup holder.
Naegi didn't understand one thing about his passenger. Kokichi was giving off so many vibes, that he couldn't pin-point his character. "Can you tell me where to drop you off at least?"
"Just turn left onto this road coming up, and when you see the dry cleaners, you can drop me off there," he explained, leaning over Naegi's right shoulder.
"Isn't that far away from the dorms though? Why would you want to be dropped off there?" Makoto questioned, steering to the left.
"Nishishi, If you REALLY want to know, that dry cleaners is the secret hideout of D.I.C.E!" Kokichi exclaimed. All of a sudden, his face turned dark and a twisted smile appeared upon his innocent face. "But, now that you know about my secret, it's not so much of a secret is it? Unfortunately for you, I need to keep that detail a secret, even if it means killing you."
Makoto slammed on the brakes in front of the dry cleaners. If you could even call it a dry cleaners now. Kokichi's words rattled in his head. Even if it means killing you. He knew it was do or die. Whether or not Kokichi was lying, he wasn't about to test his luck on his life. Ripping the key from the ignition, Makoto opened the door and sprinted as fast as he could down the street. Makoto didn't actually know where he was running to, but he knew it was somewhere far away.
Back at the car, Kokichi looked blankly down the path where Naegi ran past. His expression changed into his depressed face. "Whaaaaaaa! All I wanted to do was make him beg!' he sobbed, quickly changing back into his normal face, 'Whelp, his loss." Taking his Panta out of the cup holder, Kokichi walked down the opposite road Makoto had taken. Oddly enough, he didn't go inside his presumed, 'Secret Hideout.'
Makoto made it down five streets of non-stop running, until he tripped on his untied shoelace. "Ah!" He yelled, expecting the hard cement off the sidewalk. It never came though, because he landed on something soft. Not like a blanket, but more like a stress ball. What he actually landed on, was none of those things. Opening his eyes, he yelped at the sight. Red faced and staring him down was Class 78ths Ultimate Detective, and the Headmaster's daughter, Kyoko Kirigiri. If this was any other person, Makoto would've stood back up and helped them up, but this situation was majorly different.
"I would appreciate it, if you would get your face off of my stomach Naegi," Kyoko asked, beet red. Naegi stumbled up to his feet, also the same shade of red if not darker. Kyoko stood up, wiping her skirt free of any debris from the ground.
"I'm so sorry KIri! Apparently my shoelace didn't get the message that I was the Ultimate Lucky Student, hehe," Naegi rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't worry Naegi, no harm done. If I might ask, why were you running?" she asked, folding her arms.
"Someone from my Uber, threatened my life, because he's the ruler of D.I.C.E or something like that," Makoto explained, bending down on one knee to tie his shoe.
"Kokichi Oma. Don't worry about him, he's as harmless as a goldfish,' Kyoko responded, 'I'm more intrigued to wonder why you're doing Uber."
Makoto was expecting that question. Figures from a detective! "Funny story, your father came to me with a chance to complete my community hours, so I took it. It's only my second day so i'm still getting into the groove of things."
Kyoko nodded, "My father definitely took a liking to you, there's no doubt about that."
Makoto could sense something in the air. Usually their talks were more straightforward and descriptive, but something just felt different. This talk was morem, well, it felt like they were both hiding something that they didn't want to say. Not another word was exchanged for 45 seconds until Naegi broke the ice.
"So, what are you doing out here anyway?" He asked, looking around the street. Nothing was too interesting about the street, just a pharmacy, pizza place, gas station, and a couple of apartment houses.
"I just got done asking people around here if they know anything about a stolen purse, nothing too big. I was headed back to the dorms when you came tripping onto me," She explained.
"I was actually headed back there as well. D-Do you want a ride? My car's back over a few streets, I wouldn't mind helping out a friend." Makoto cringed at the word friend. Is that all they were gonna be? Just friends? He didn't want to believe it, but the possibility could not be ruled out.
"It's a long walk to the doors from here, so I don't see why not," Kyoko answered, face flushed red. Makoto couldn't believe his luck. His talent had weird ways of working, but I guess that's why he was chosen for Hope's Peak. Pure luck.
Five awkward moments of silence later, and they reached Makoto's car. Thankfully Kokichi didn't touch anything iode the vehicle after he left, so everything was normal when Makoto returned. Noticing that Kyoko was getting into the backseat, Naegi exclaimed, "You can sit up front you know. I-If you want to of course."
Taking up his offer, Kyoko sat down in the passenger seat, while Naegi put the car in drive and sped off towards the dorms.
"How is Leon doing?" Kyoko broke the silence.
"I ran into him this morning in the dorm hallway actually, when I headed off to pick Kokichi. He seems to be better after what Mondo did to him," Makoto replied, taking a glance at Kyoko. She had her elbow on the doordash, her face in her hands. "Do you want to listen to music?" He asked, turning left.
"I don't like radio music," Kyoko responded back.
"Talk Shows?"
"Nope."
"Sports radio?"
"No."
"Consumer radio?"
"Absolutely not!"
Naegi was dumbfounded. He had known Kyoko for more than a year, and he didn't know that she didn't like the radio. "Well, I just earned something new about you today," Makoto explained.
"Surprised?" She asked, taking her face out of her elbows.
"How could I not know something about my friend? That's like not knowing my car's color!"
"That's a good analogy, but, hey, now you know for the future."
Another minute passed by and they reached the dorm's parking lot. Putting the car in park, Makoto unbuckled his seat belt when Kyoko asked him, "How much do I owe you?"
"Kiri, you're my friend. You don't owe me anything. I'd ask for a death sentence before I ask you to give me money," Makoto said, facing her.
"That's a shame,' Kyoko said, undoing her braids, 'Are you sure there isn't anything I can do?"
` All of a sudden, Kyoko sat up from her seat, and sat on top of Naegi's groin. "Wha-, Kiri-, What're you doing!" Naegi wheezed out, feeling the force of her weight.
Leaning into Naegi's right ear, Naegi heard the most lewd thing he had ever heard. "We both want this, so just accept it." His spined tingled at the words. Her grinding on his-
"Naegi? You okay?" Kirigiri's words brought him back to reality. Kyoko was back in her seat, looking at Makoto with worry. There were no lewd words, no grinding, and Makoto was staring straight ahead at the windshield.
"Wha- Oh, hehe, sorry about that Kiri. Must've spaced out," Makoto sheepishly replied, rubbing his neck.
"Thanks for the ride Naegi,' Kyoko exclaimed, opening her door, 'And when you wake up in the morning, make sure to put on some socks." And with that, Kyoko was out of Makoto's car and out of sight.
"What the fuck was that?" He asked.
