( events from episode 153, "Coffee Break"! )

Being in a killing game really fucking sucks.

Always keeping your guard up, seeing blood and dead bodies... and oh, don't even start on the motives.

Hiroaki Nakamigawa was aggressive. He was blunt. He wasn't afraid to tell someone what to do—or what not to do. And that made him a hateable person among the 14 students left.

But all that.. came with a cost.

Of course, if the next killing were to happen, he wouldn't be far down the list. Everyone fucking hated him. Everyone. It wasn't hard to. He was loud, he was hostile, he was annoying.. the list goes on and on.

It wouldn't matter if he died anyway, right?

Now, Nakamigawa spent his time in the art room, sketching and ranting to Ojima about the shit that was going on. How sore he was from the adreneline gas, how dizzy he was, how he hasn't slept a wink yet, how he couldn't wear anything he liked because how sweaty he was... It was all so fucking dumb. Why did they have to be here anyway?!

Then... a pause in his words. His hands stilled, and his.. uncovered eyes hinted a bit of vulnerability. He bit his lip, as if hesitating to say what was on his mind next.

“I-..” he started, his eyes somehow now even extra focused on the drawing, trying his hardest to not look at Ojima. “I... just don't want to be here anymore.”

“I think I might just... take the easy way out of this,” he mumbled, but it was clear as day what he meant by that.