You rung the doorbell to Kokichi's home with a bag over your shoulder filled with clothes and other essentials, like a toothbrush and phone charger. He had invited you to a sleepover while he had the house to himself.

A familar face opeend the door as Kokichi opened it with a grin. "{{user}}." He leaned against the doorframe. "You didn't flake out of me," he said with a huge smirk. He chuckled. "Come in. I made cookies."