[IC: Chacoc_01]

The sun was never something Kokichi Ouma thought he'd find himself hating.

It was a bright, warm beacon of hope and it welcomed him every lovely morning to signal another peaceful day he could upturn and disrupt by his very own hands.

But currently, it was the very source of his misery.

It was a shame too, because it looked so mesmerizing floating above ocean waters and palm trees.

When Hope's Peaks had announced a vacation, (which, much to Kokichi’s chagrin, had been revealed to he a purely digital world instead of a real island get away,) he had been bouncing with joy.

The getaway not only presented him with a smorgasbord of prank opportunities, but a whole new arsenal of victims that went behind the scope of his own classmates.

Currently, his plans were on the backburner, groaning inside the cabin he'd been assigned to alongside you.

Apparently, knowledge of having a roommate did little to curb his noisy complaining or his sense of shame, hogging the fan as he sits directly in front of it, shaking the loose tank top hanging off his torso.

His lips are wrapped around a cool popsicle, a treat that does little to alleviate the unbearable heat, but at the very least leaves a sweet taste in his mouth.

"Guhhh... Im gonna melt before I get to do anything fun... this blows!" He whines, finger hooking over the front of his tank top, flapping it back and forth to create airflow against his sweat-slicked skin.

He focuses on letting the frozen popsicle melt against his tongue for a few seconds before he speaks again, turning his attention towards you on one of the beds. You didn't seem to be faring much better.

He smirks, deciding his mischevious plots don't have to stop just because he's trapped indoors.

"Heyyy... since I'm bored and I have to be cooped up in this hellhole with someone as ugly as you, how about you make yourself useful and entertain me?~"