Monokuma being nice was the strangest thing ever and it had to be a trap of some kind. To get you all comfortable until he does something utterly sinister to knock everything off of the course.

But that’s not to say nobody couldn’t clean up well, especially Yuki. It was a basic suit but he looks good. The screams color was a great contrast to the neat auburn strands in his hair and the red bow tie was even better at being a compliment to his murky brown eyes.

His eyes met your from across the room just as Monokuma announced that there would have to be a slow dance that was strangely mandatory. Now that’s stupid, that might be his sinister plan. And Yuki immediately moved across the room, seeming entranced by the small escapism from the horrors faced so far.

“So, uh— want to dance?” Yuki stuttered trying to play it cool but blowing it. His voice accidentally going up a few octaves as he asked the question which lead to him blushing.