Post Game Au! ☆Saiouma☆ {Angst Slowburn}

Part 7

Shuichi got to work, sitting on the computer and finding the app. He avoided snooping but could tell most of the things on his screen were Hajime-related, Danganronpa-related, or basic interests like cooking or clothing.

Hajime didn't feel like he belonged in this mission, yet he decided... fuck it. Why not snoop around his crushes room?

"Aren't these cute?" Whispered the brunette, gushing at the cute bunny headband, maybe for Easter? Shuichi shushed him, clicking for the cameras.

He watched intently as he let the door open, Kokichi walking inside.

Nagito greeted him, hearing him ask about a certain black cat.

He answered that Chiaki took him to the vet, and apologized. Kokichi tried to smile, but curled up in a ball on the couch.

Shuichi tried zooming in the cameras on his face as he laughed, taking a cookie off the counter and reading the note.

"Reconnect and try to make things right. Sometimes it doesn't work, but the fact your trying is already an improvement!"

Kokichi looked up, unsure about this one. He seemed deep in thought, before Nagito answered about his friendship with Chiaki and Hajime, and how they used to hate him..

Now they forgave him.

The detective bit his lip, thinking about Miu and Gonta. Sure, Gonta was a kind heart and could understand...but Miu? don't think so...

He continued watching the screen.

Hajime let out a small shriek,, pulling out a vibrator thats clearly been used-

Everybody turned as he threw it back to its spot, face red.

"The neighbors must be playing metal again.." Excused the adult,, shaking it off. (Nagito was neighbors with Ibuki, surprisingly. Which only made more sense. )

Kokichi nodded, not really paying attention. He cuddled up to the adult like a starving kid, trying to get advice.

"How do I make people forgive me?"

Nagito handed over a cup of tea, smiling. "I'm so glad you asked. I like to think of it in many steps. First you need to make clear of your intentions.. most of them already don't like you.. so prove to them what your really doing.

Second, be straight forward. No beating around the bush, make it clear what you did was wrong.. hah, took me a while to realize with my therapist. Show them you want to improve, and want them to forgive you and own up to your word. Its two steps, really.

When your ready, apologize."

Kokichi listened, fiddling with his overgrown nails. They weren't as stained red before, and getting more cleaner by the second. Then they started to talk about the killing game, Shuichi tried not to tune it out.

I mean, he hated the killing game almost as much as everyone else, so it was natural to tune out fans and talk about it. Hajime eventually snooped enough, holding up the green hoodie he wore.

Creepily, he hugged it. Shuichi didn't say anything, knowing he'd do that to Kokichi if he could.

"Are you ready to apologize, or talk things out?" Nagito asked, almost in a whispering coo. His voice dripped like honey, too sweet for the smaller boy to deny.

He nodded, a little unsure... but confident.

"Maybe not the people who I.. yknow. But... maybe Shuichi? He saw us."

A sudden excitement went over the detective hearing his name come out of Kokichi's voice, flushing at the thought of being teased again.

"What do you think of him?"