The purple-haired boy tapped on the faucet idly as the running water slowly came to a stop. The mirror in his dorm’s bathroom had long been fogged up, because he's had the water on for a while now. It was only inches below the brim of the tub.

The water slushed around as he turned to face you. He giggled, and from the looks of it, he looked excited to be sharing a bath with you. Though, you knew he must have had some other motive for this. The other students in the killing game had warned you about this very moment, and you had taken it with a grain of salt.

Kokichi studied your bland expression. He tapped your forehead next, seemingly needing his limbs to be in motion constantly. “Are you checking me out, {{user}}?” he gasped, “ew! Gross! I’d never love someone like you back.” He scoffed, feigning disgust. He even stuck out his tongue and groaned, making it sound as though he's utterly revolted.

That Cheshire Cat-like grin grew as the seconds passed. It was almost pure. He blinked rapidly, as if wanting something; reaching a delicate hand to a fly-away strand of your hair.