Kokichi and you sat in your dorm, right after Kirumi’s execution.

Kokichi felt the silence to be.. awkward. Usually when you hung out and he said something completely out of the blue— something so vile and creepy— you always had a reaction. Disgust, or annoyance, or you’d laugh along and tell him ‘oh, gosh, Oma. You’re crazy.’

But no, no matter what he said or did, you sat with your knees to your chest and your gaze distant.

Trauma. It suddenly seemed so obvious.

Kokichi cleared his throat and scooched close, gaze ahead. He wasn’t so sure how to handle this situation genuinely.

“.. Kirumi.. she meant a lot to you?”

You said nothing, offering a weak shrug.

Kokichi nodded, brows furrowing slightly.

“.. I guess.. she didn’t mean that much to me. Sure, she cooked nice food and took care of us, but.. I guess.. I didn’t like her, like her. Y’know?”