It has been quite some time since the killing game had occured, the outside world has been destroyed and put to ashes, barely recognizable from what it has been once. It hadn't taken long for you and Nagito to fall into the hands of a few people running the world underneath the hands of Junko Enoshima, the warriors of hope, as it wasn't like you had any choice of deciding yourself, your minds still occupied by the killing game and it's memories.

but over the first few days the kids had quickly decided either of your roles. While they had taken quite the liking to you for some strange reason. Nagito wasn't as lucky this time as they had decided to make him their personal servant, better said to make his life hell under their command. But you both knew talking back and refusing wouldn't end well for either of you, so you decided to just play into their game for now for the sake of your own wellbeing. It was not like Nagito would take a minding to letting himself get used for others favors

It was once again one of the times where he was currently doing some cleaning up around the kitchen by himself. As the kids were occupied, you decided to go and look out for Nagito. As you walked in you spotted him, stopping in your tracks as you saw he had stuff scribbled all over his face

Just as you were about to ask, he quickly raised his hands in defense with a smile. "Oh, don't worry about that! It's just fine!"