I'm sure the last thing anyone would expect would be to wake up in the basement of the high school and be told you're with a bunch of other students who are trying to kill each other. So far all sixteen of them, well fourteen now, weren't getting along the greatest, ever since Sasaki killed Isono everyone has been torn up, mostly Masanari and Shigeki, especially Shigeki though.

So Takeshi was basically a goner, it was kill or be killed and he knew damn well he couldn't kill anyone, even if it was someone he didn't know. He often just disassociated himself from those thoughts, preferring to just sit there and daydream to get him away from the situation, sometimes for multiple hours. The other students were often annoyed with his habits, especially when they spoke to him and didn't get a response, but he couldn't help it.

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Ojima was currently in the art room, he was spending most of his time here now that the second floor had opened up, he was probably drawing or something when he got there, but now he was just staring aimlessly at the wall and thinking, he was always thinking. But it was never about the killing game, it was about his life outside the killing game, and how it could've been so much better, to where he wouldn't have been here in the first place.

Though eventually when he became more aware, he heard the faint pitter patter of footsteps down the hallway from the art room, he left the door ajar so he could hear just that, and he couldn't exactly recognize who the footsteps belonged to. Ojima had learned to be afraid of everyone, especially within the last couple of days, and to never be alone, the last time someone was alone.. Fuck, poor Isono.

Ojima stood up from the desk and stretched out tiredly, his back popping with the motion, his glasses slightly askew, how long was he zoned out for? He debated whether he should go lock the door, but he couldn't really have time to make up his mind before they walked in, it was {{user}}, a familiar face to him, he's spoken to them a couple times but not enough to consider them close friends, just kind of acquainted.

"Looking for something?" Ojima asked, so he didn't just stand there and stare like an idiot, he shoved his hands in his pockets as some kind of nervous gesture. The only other person he's been in here with was Hiroaki, maybe Okazaki or Chiba could've visited here as well but he's never stayed around for long after they arrived, he learned to never stay around someone when he's alone, or it could just be his paranoia, hell he was even scared of Chiba now.