Gooooood morning, everyone!
I woke up the next morning, my sleepy eyes focusing themselves after a couple seconds, feeling very satisfied. Never before have I felt like this. I've never had someone so close to me, love me for who I am. Being with Izuru last night… was amazing. It was unequivocally, the best night of my life. Not even ousting Junko Enoshima on my last day at Hope's Peak compared to this. Just Izuru and I, sharing ourselves with each other.
We barely spoke at all last night. It wasn't that we didn't know what to say, really. It was just that, on some higher mental level, we understood each other. There was essentially no need for words, because whatever one of us thought, the other could tell. Each of us knew the other's desires, and fulfilled them because it would fulfill our desires as well.
Goooooood morning, everyone!
Wait… was that Monokuma? I guess something did wake me up… I turned my head to the noise.
On Izuru's dresser sat a Monokuma clock-radio, currently repeating that phrase I knew all too well.
I sighed. I definitely got enough of that in Hope's Peak. Hearing that same annoying bear over and over again would drive anyone crazy…
But I guess that's the point, isn't it?
I reached over and pressed the button on the top of the alarm clock, and it clicked. I then slouched my arm over the bed and continued to lay down.
Goooooood morning, everyone!
Oh, I guess this clock didn't have an off button. How appropriate…
I grumbled as I glared back at the clock in a vain attempting to intimidate it. How does Izuru deal with this...
Izuru's dresser was a dark mahogany color, with three extended drawers. It was very neat; the surface was empty besides the lone Monokuma radio. Looking downwards, the carpet was a black velvety material. It was very comfortable to walk on.
There were deep grey closet doors on the wall nearest to the dresser, closed of course, with crystal-like doorknobs. The whiteness of the walls contrasted beautifully with the closet and the darker colors of the rest of his modestly sized room. My eyes shifted around, and I saw Izuru's black marble writing desk. On it was a piece of paper and a pen, positioned perfectly in the center of the desk.
And Izuru's bed… it felt like heaven to lay on. My bed felt like a rock compared to this one. The black covers were like dark clouds of serenity… They were the color of rain clouds, with the tranquility of white ones.
But the covers weren't covering much at the moment. They were under me, and my clothes were piled up on the ground next to both the bed and the dresser. I was laying there naked on my back, exposed on Izuru's bed. Honestly, I didn't feel self-conscious at all. There was no one else who would enter this house other than Izuru Kamukura. And obviously, if last night proved anything, I didn't care if he saw me naked.
I sighed, revelling in the luxurious comfort of the bed, and in my love for Izuru. I could get used to this...
And to think, I had so much trouble making this choice… When it was clearly the right choice. I couldn't imagine doing anything else.
But would my friends... would they understand? Would they just see me like I saw my father? Just leaving them behind to pursue my own interests?
The image of my father's bones gift-wrapped by Junko back in Hope's Peak resurfaced in my head. I quickly shook away the thought.
I mean… Makoto understood when I told him… Plus, if Izuru is with me, he wouldn't have much time for bigger, Despair-filled plots. I was only focusing our energies on something other than world domination. So it wasn't like I was abandoning them… It was like trading queens in chess; if you had the upper hand, you welcomed it.
But according to that globe, it seemed they had the upper hand… which didn't bother me much, because I trusted the Foundation to track down and capture the other Remnants, which should turn the tide.
Yeah… all I had to do was keep Izuru busy… which was what I wanted to do, anyways. And it's what I've been doing.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled. It looks like everything turned out exactly as I'd expected…
Speaking of keeping Izuru busy… I shifted in bed slightly to look at the other side, where Izuru would be.
He wasn't there.
Hm… That's weird…
I started to think about where he could have gone, but I noticed a note on his pillow. It was a simple note; folded in two, standing up on the pillow. I could see a couple lines of text on the piece of paper, in the same style as before. However, the text was very small, so I couldn't read it from here. I reached over the bed and grabbed the note.
I'm quite busy today, Kyoko.
I need to do some shopping.
I will be back as soon as I can.
Please do not leave the house.
-Izuru
By the way, look in the closet.
Oh, that's where he went. Shopping. He probably had to do all his shopping himself, as he didn't want to risk anyone publicizing the location of his hideout.
I was very curious at his last statement, about the closet. Still wearing no clothes, I got out of bed and started walking over to his closet, feeling the comfort of the carpet on my bare feet.
Thankfully, the alarm clock stopped going off, so I could at least bear staying in this room. I reached for the closet doors and pulled them open.
My head tilted to the side in puzzlement.. There was only one piece of clothing hanging up, and no extra hangers or any clutter at all. The closet was in fact, quite barren.
I grinned at myself as I grabbed the dress off the hanger. To my surprise, there was another note attached to the dress. It was a very small note, unlike the others.
More to come.
Oh, was Izuru out buying clothes for me? That's very nice of him, I'll have to thank him later. So if I didn't want to put on yesterday's clothes, I'd have to wear… this.
What I was holding was an authentic Junko Enoshima dress. Normally, the idea of wearing this would be repulsive, but for some reason, I was more fine with it than I thought. Was I really going to wear this, though? The fact that I was even thinking of putting this on was... a bit unbearable.
At that, I chuckled a bit. I guess Monokuma and his bear puns were getting to me…
Well, I guess the fact of the matter was that Izuru wanted me to wear this dress. And if he really wanted it, I should fulfill his request. After all, isn't that what love is? Showing your partner that you'd do anything for them?
I sighed, and then carried the dress to the bathroom to take a shower. Honestly, I really needed to take a shower…
Izuru's shower was spacious, but not too big. It was a solid white against the alternating black-and-white tiling on the floor. Very conveniently, there was a plain white towel hanging on the towel rack next to the shower. It was completely clean and unused.
Hm… Maybe Izuru really can read my mind… I hung the dress on the back of the door and took a long, relaxing shower. Once it was over, I dried myself off and got dressed. After inspecting myself in my new attire, I walked up to the mirror and wiped off some of the fog. I looked in the mirror at me displaying Junko Enoshima's fashion.
The dress fit surprisingly well. I really hope Izuru didn't get it custom fitted...
I didn't necessarily like the look. But then again, I never necessarily liked my look. I took the stark black hair dryer on the counter and started drying my long, purple hair. I felt very refreshed when I was finished.
My stomach grumbled instinctively, as I haven't eaten yet today and it was almost lunchtime. I struck a thinking pose, attempting to remember if I saw any room that looked like a kitchen on my way to Izuru yesterday.
Nothing initially came to mind, so I decided I'd just search the hallways I haven't explored yet. One of them had to have some sort of kitchen.
Izuru's hideout was humongous. There were rooms for everything; it was almost as if every room in Hope's Peak had its counterpart in this hideout. The game room, the conservatory, the medical room… The list kept on growing.
Eventually I made my way to the kitchen. I knew it from the black marbled kitchen table in the center of the room, paired with the white fridge. There were white drawers surrounding the room, most likely containing the food that I sought. I systematically opened and closed all the drawers, looking for something that pleased my appetite.
The monochrome nature of this place was starting to get to me, but who was I to judge Izuru's taste in interior design? At least everything wasn't in neon…
After a couple seconds, I opened a drawer that had five boxes of Monokum-O's. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, after all. I grabbed one of the boxes and set it on the table. After discovering milk in the fridge, and finding a spoon and a bowl, I started to eat.
That didn't take long at all. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher and everything else back where I found it, I was going to-
Wait… What was I going to do? I've already found Izuru. The Foundation's mission didn't matter to me anymore. I rarely had no work. Izuru wasn't even here, so I had to entertain myself. And I couldn't even leave the house. Not that I would want to, anyways, in this outfit…
Hmmm, being bored wasn't very common to me… Well, now that I thought of it, I did want to take a look at Izuru's library…
I walked back over to the library, which was in the same condition that I initially saw it in. I took a look at the black door for a second, then shook off the thought.
No, I wouldn't leave. Izuru told me not to.
I perused the titles of the books on the shelves for a good ten minutes, then picked out the one that was most interesting, to me at least.
It was a book labeled 'The Last Hope's Peak Class'
Settling down in the one chair in the room, I opened the cover of the book and began reading.
'Aoi Asahina - Ultimate Swimmer'
The first page had a picture of Aoi, along with some other important information about her, such as her height, weight, and GPA. Below that, there were a couple of paragraphs going into detail about Aoi's personality, characteristics, and flaws. I'd tell you, but I should respect Aoi's privacy.
I then turned the page, expecting more about Aoi. But the next page had a completely different profile.
I flipped through a few more. This had to be… the entire list of Hope's Peak students when the school went under…
I flipped to the 'N' section, and found Makoto's page. I smirked at some of it; I'd tell him later. He honestly deserved to know. After all, we all were brainwashed…
Wait… where's the page about me?
I hurriedly turned backwards past the 'M' and 'L' sections. So I'd be under K… I…
What? My page wasn't there. I was really looking forward to reading it, too…
Izuru probably took it out, to be honest. He always plans in advance… But speaking of Izuru...
I flipped back a couple pages to see if there was an entry for 'Kamukura', but surely enough, there wasn't.
I eventually put the book back on the shelf, as reading about students who I've completely forgotten about, and who were probably dead, didn't really appeal to me.
I spent the next few minutes thinking about what to do next… Why couldn't Izuru just come home already…
I decided to just relax on the couch and watch TV. Honestly, if it's good enough for everyone else, it should be good enough for me.
I walked over to the TV room; the same one where I initially found Izuru. I picked up the remote, which was placed perfectly on the living room table in front of the couch. I threw myself on the couch, and turned the TV on.
On the screen were two Monokuma robots, dressed in suits. It looked like some sort of news program. They talked about various events, none of which really appealed to me, so I zoned out, daydreaming about Izuru.
'...robbery at the mall today. Upupupu!'
Wait, what was that?
'Monokuma Outfitters estimates a total of thirty pieces of clothing.'
'Upupupu! They did a real good job!'
Hm… Didn't Izuru say-
I heard the door crack open in the distance. Hurriedly, I turned off the TV and rushed over to Izuru. I've been waiting all day…
I entered the library to Izuru pushing a cardboard box into the room. As soon as he was finished and stood up straight to face me, I hugged him and gave him a long kiss. Once the embrace ended, I motioned towards the box.
"Is this-"
"Yes. It's for you."
I walked over and opened the box. Inside were, as I expected, about thirty garments, all for me. There were shirts and pants and dresses and everything else I needed. I've never had someone buy so much for me. Well, from what I knew, I assumed it wasn't buying… but still…
I wasn't sure if what he did was right or not, but I wasn't going to call him out on it now. Not after last night.
"I… I don't know what to say…"
Izuru knelt next to me, looking into my eyes.
"You don't have to… By the way, I like your dress."
I smiled at that, and Izuru grinned as well. After the moment passed, he began walking towards the hallway.
"I'm assuming you can handle the box?"
"Yes, but…"
Izuru turned back towards me. He gave me a look of curiosity.
"Thank you for all this, but why so much?"
"If you're going to live here, you would need clothing, correct?"
"I do have clothing at my house."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't leave."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons. I'll explain later."
Izuru then promptly walked out of the library. To think… I'd be living here… Spending all my time with Izuru… The thought intoxicated me. I stood there stunned for a couple seconds, before I remembered I had to move this box to the bedroom.
After some heaving and pushing, I got the box to fit inside the empty closet in Izuru's room. I'd think about putting some of the clothes away, but I didn't know where Izuru wanted them. There weren't any hangers to hang the shirts and dresses up. I'd have to go ask Izuru about that.
After scouring the house for him, I smelled something good, which led me to the kitchen. And, there Izuru was, cooking something on the stove. It looked like… chicken with peppers and onions. I could hear the satisfying sizzle of the food getting cooked, and my stomach grumbled uncontrollably.
Oh yeah. It was about time for dinner…
Within a couple minutes, Izuru was finished. He split the food evenly, and then we sat down and began eating. The chicken was amazing, and everything else he added combined so well that I forgot to talk for the first couple minutes, fascinated by its taste.
Talking was something couples did at dinner, right? But what to talk about…
Well, I could talk about the book I read today...
"So... " I looked up at Izuru, who finished what he was chewing and looked at me.
"You must remember our time at Hope's Peak."
"Yes I do, Kyoko. What about it?"
"Well, I'd like to know what happened back then."
"Obviously, I won't tell you everything."
"Yes, I know… I just want to know… What was I like?"
"You? I believe I have a quite biased opinion."
I smirked at his joke, and then continued.
"Well, that biased opinion will just have to do for now."
Izuru pondered for a couple seconds.
"You were very… detached. You didn't interact much with anyone, besides what was necessary. And you were always running around, working on investigations."
"I see… very much like myself now…"
"I beg to differ. You're quite different now." Izuru gave me a slight grin, and I couldn't help but smile as well.
"What about you?"
"Hm?"
"What were you like back then?"
"I… would prefer not to talk about that." Izuru instantly began eating again.
Hm… He did remove his information from that book, too… Maybe someday I'll remember...
We both finished our meals and put our dishes away. We then spent the next however many hours in the bedroom, me trying on the new clothes Izuru got, and Izuru complimenting me on my appearance. Which would have gotten boring after a while, if it was anyone else except for him. About halfway through, we began cuddling, which eventually turned into sleeping.
Waiting all day for Izuru was totally worth it. I wondered what tomorrow would be like...