Mukuros pov
I tried my best to walk up confidently to mokoto in these new high heels that sayaka gave me. I don't wear too many high heel shoes so I don't have much practice in them. I mean sure I had to wear high heels while I was dressed as junko but I only lasted a couple of days before I was killed!
Mokoto looked over at me and his jaw dropped "mukuro you.. look different" he muttered
"thanks. Sayaka insisted on giving me a makeup" I laughed nervously.
"that sounds like sayaka alright" mokoto smiled fondly "it a wonder she hasn't given me one yet!"
The two of us burst out laughing. It felt nice being in his company. When I looked more girly like this I felt brave enough to talk to him. Like I won't be treated like one of the boys.
"so.. do you think I look nice like this?" I asked hopefully.
"yes you look great mukuro" I felt my heart rose at those words only for it to sink at his next words "but personally I prefer you when you look like you!"
I felt tears weld up in my eyes "so I've been making a fool of myself this whole time?"
Mokoto looked up in surprise "mukuro I-"
"I have to go" with that I took off running. Mokoto called for me but I just kept running.
I tripped as I reached my room. I ripped my heels off and burst into tears.
I really am a idiot!
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danganrompa:the story continues
AleatòriamentClass 77 and v3 have been through Timeline after Timeline but now they plan to end this. How will they end this? They have no idea but one way or another they will bring this nightmare to an end. Join us for the last chapter of this trilling series!
