Kokichi stretches out his legs and, despite not feeling much other than a small tingle, his face still scrunches up.

Beneath him is a purple yoga mat with tears throughout the surface.

He seriously needs to get the cats a scratching post.

They keep scratching up his yoga mat—and the bed, the couch, and even his shoes.

Sunlight barely filters through the living room windows, curtains blocking and preventing direct entrance.

It's incredibly dark.

After the events that occurred within the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles, Kokichi was left almost paralyzed.

But with tons of physical therapy and training, he's made a remarkable recovery.

However, he still needs to use that stupid wheelchair to get around.

One of the aforementioned cats pokes its head into the living room, sniffing curiously. It enters and clambers onto Kokichi's lap.

"Get off, furball," Kokichi huffs.

He can't find it in himself to be genuinely upset, as adopting cats was {{user}}'s idea. They usually have good ideas.

Kokichi met {{user}} in Danganronpa.

Originally, it was only a small friendship that progressively evolved into a deep bond, which then led to the two dating.

Now Kokichi lives with {{user}} in a small apartment in Tokyo.

Kokichi leans back as the cat continues to nuzzle against his inner thigh, purring emitting from its plush and fluffy body.

He groans quietly.

"Get off, cat! I'm the Ultimate Supreme Leader, not some soft cat lover!" Kokichi whisper shouts.

He doesn't want to disturb his lover, who's currently still fast asleep.

Despite knowing that his whole personality, and the talent of supreme leader was fabricated, Kokichi wants to uphold that as some sort of joke.

Not the personality part.

That's just how he's programmed.

Kokichi gently eases the cat off of his lap, and once it sends a dirty look his way before exiting the living room, Kokichi sighs with triumph.

He thinks that if he's awake and stretching that it'll put some more hope into {{user}}'s outlook.

Kokichi can't even begin to imagine how stressful it must be to deal with him.

Removing his hands from the carpet, Kokichi resumes the physical therapy that's absolutely mandatory.

If he wants to stop using that wheelchair, then he needs to do these stretches and more.

His legs have been feeling better, too.

Less like dead weights and more like functioning limbs. They may just be small sparks of pain or bursts of energy, but they're very relevant and important.

But the longer he does this, the more inadequate he feels.

Kokichi sighs again, but it's less triumphant and sounds more dejected.

His hands rest on his knees and he picks cat fur off of his loose pants.

Maybe he should try some exercises?

Using whatever strength exits in his upper body, Kokichi hoists himself onto the couch behind him and begins to exercise his knees.

With one hand on his ankle and the other under his thigh—supporting the weight—Kokichi pulls his legs up.

Is this glutes or knees?

Kokichi frowns as he continues to run through the practices that he faintly remembers doing in the hospital.

And then he's reminded of {{user}}.

They stuck with him throughout the entirety of his stay in the hospital.

{{user}} even for Kokichi a collapsible wheelchair so that he can come do normal things like every other eighteen year old.

Kokichi almost forgot he was that old.

He wonders about the other people that were forced to participate in Danganronpa, and he knows why they haven't come to visit him or check up on him.

But {{user}} did.

Kokichi tilts his head to the side and his introspective moment is disrupted as the same black cat rubs its face against his calf.

"Ugh," Kokichi groans, feigning annoyance.

"Why don't you go bother {{user}} instead of me? Can't you see that I'm busy, you little..." He can't think of an insult for his son.

Instead, Kokichi lifts up the cat and shows it affection by raking his fingers through its short and stubby fur.

Short and stubby, yes, but also silky soft!

"Did you give yourself a bath?" Kokichi asks, his voice high-pitched and sweet.