Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc [The American Exchange Program!]

A String Musician and a Biker Walk Into a Dorm...

At least three out of every four students stumbled back to their dorms drunk.

Emily had seen to it that Siena could stand and walk without help; true to her word, she hadn't gotten to the point of vomiting, but Emily figured she'd have a massive hangover the next morning.

Emily stood in front of her own door. She was about to open it, but wavered a bit, glancing back at Mondo's door next to her. She couldn't help but worry about Mondo, or what he was doing. Her brows furrowed instinctively with concern. She hoped Mondo wouldn't do anything he'd regret.

Looking over her shoulder towards the dining hall one last time, she headed inside, and locked the door. Kicking her shoes off, she walked over and sat at her vanity, noticing how the concealer had dried out a bit. It'd be a hassle to take all the makeup off. Still, sleeping in it was no good.

Her reverie was broken when three heavy knocks sounded at the door. She glanced at the clock; it was 10:05 on the dot. Emily dusted herself off out of habit and went to unlock the door. It breezed open, and a large frame stood in front, donning a familiar biker jacket and a spotless white shirt.

"Mondo?"

He looked away, blushing a bit. "Uh...ya mind if I come in? I...I wanted to talk to ya!" His voice increased in volume by the end of the sentence, which surprised Emily a bit. Nonetheless, she motioned him in; she couldn't restrain her curiosity.

"Sit on the bed for a bit. Lemme just lock the door," she replied when he walked in. After doing so, Emily turned back around and walked to sit at her vanity.

She faced Mondo. There was a momentary silence; neither was sure what to say.

Emily didn't like the feeling of silence. It was deafening. So she took a breath, looked Mondo in the eye, and asked the first question on her mind.

"Mondo...are you okay?"

He'd been looking down at the floor, but his eyes rose to meet hers. He was still flushed.

"I'm alright. But I-I was worried about ya."

"You saw the thing with Teruteru..."

Mondo clenched a fist, his expression souring. "That goddamn bastard. He had it comin'. You don't touch women like that, it ain't right."

"Well..." Emily faltered. "He...he didn't actually touch me. He reached out to, but I jumped before he could. He makes me nervous," she finished, wringing her hands behind her back.

This admission didn't douse Mondo's anger at all. In fact, he seemed only further incensed.

"It doesn't matter! He's a piece a' shit! Ya clearly weren't interested, and he still....grh!" He grunted, looking away. "My older brother taught me...ya never put your hands on a woman. In any way. That bastard Teruteru...I don't regret getting one in on him."

Emily's pulse quickened. "Mondo...I don't mean to be rude, but...y-you didn't..."

Mondo looked back at her, his eyes widening. "Jesus Christ. No. No, I didn't kill him." Mondo sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "I didn't even draw blood from the bastard. Just got a couple knocks in 'em." Mondo took his hands out, rubbing his knuckles a bit. "He was still in there when I left. But I don't give a damn what he did after."

Emily felt immense relief. No, of course not, she thought. Suspicion has no place here. Mondo's not a killer.

Looking at Mondo, she blushed a bit. "I don't think I've said it yet, but I really appreciate you getting me out of that situation," she said, looking at Mondo gratefully.