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Kokichi was used to the ache by now.

The pain of his bruises and the sting of scrapes over his flesh was something he'd grown accustomed to.

What he wasn't used to, was someone tensing to his wounds.

However, that wasn't what he found most odd about this situation.

Shuichi sat before him, slowly examining each wound. He had insisted many times he didn't need the help, but the fucker would not stop bothering him.

He didn't need help and he certainly didn't need it from someone like Shuichi.

The bullying might just be worse if he's seen with the only other kid that stands out for being weirdly obsessed with a murder show.

"Why can't it be him instead of me...?" He thinks bitterly to himself.

He's torn from his thoughts as he hisses in pain, looking down at Shuichi as the boy closely examined a cut on his arm.

His fingers gently pressed down around the wound, tugging ever so slightly as he seemed morbidly fascinated with the way the cut had sliced his flesh.

He'd been doing this to every single one before patching it. Kokichi just chalked it up to his bizarre interest in Danganronpa as well as his uncle dragging him along his detective gig.

Seriously, what adult brings a kid along to see dead bodies? Did he even care he probably was fucking up the boy's brain? Is that how he gained his uncanny knowledge of first aid???

Well, whether his uncle did or not, Kokichi didn't, his lips drawn into a thin annoyed line.

"Can you stop staring? Just fucking patch it up."