Makoto was sitting in the infirmary, holding Kiyotaka's hand tingly.

Just a few hours ago Kiyotaka was fine. Grieving and having a weird person but fine. But then Hifumi got tricked to kill Kiyotaka by Celeste, just to get killed by the gambler herself, which later got executed.

Luckily, Makoto found Kiyotaka still alive. With his head smashed and bleeding out, but breathing.

Somehow, he managed to convince Monokuma to let him survive. And now they're here. Kiyotaka on the bed, his head bandaged as he clings onto the remains of life he has.

It wasn't fair, Taka was finally getting better after Mondo's execution and now..

"We did it, Taka. We passed the Class Trial, like I promised you."

Makoto began, squeezing the cold hand that was wrapped onto his own.

"Now you have to do your best as well, o-okay?"

He waited for an answer, a movement but..nothing happened. At all. The shorter boy sighed, he was worried, so worried. He didn't want to lose another friend. Not again.

The Ultimate Lucky Student stayed there, gripping onto that cold, yet slightly warmer than before hand, not wanting to leave Kiyotaka now, not wanting him to wake up alone. The minutes continued to pass by until..

He felt the coldness squeeze his own hand.

[{{user}} is Kiyotaka Ishimaru!!]