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There was an intense, throbbing pain shooting deep in his skull; he couldn’t even bring himself to actually open his eyes and see the light of his own room. But then he became aware of the scent, the stench of sex and poor hygiene—he opened his eyes, saw a caricature of Princess Piggles staring down at him, and realized he must be having a nightmare. It seemed like a reasonable assumption to make, until his brain finally processed the sound of snoring—he glanced over to his side to see Toko and it all came rushing back with more regret than he had probably ever felt before in his life.
“Shit…” He barely even heard the sound of his own voice. What the actual hell had he been thinking last night? He was a horrible escort and an even worse friend. He was far too hungover to even attempt to come up with some brilliant plan that would fix things, but he racked his brain to try to think of the best way to handle things from here; before he could come up with anything feasible, though, she was stirring, rolling over a few times before lifting her head and looking around. He didn’t even have time to say anything—she was glancing at their surroundings and making strange noises, looked at him, then down at herself, still naked, and promptly passed out.
Oh, he was so fucked. He knew he should run, but found that he didn’t have time—like the flick of a switch, she was getting up, the motion so energetic it was like she was a completely different person entirely. She made eye contact, and he realized he was about to die—he was about to die, and all he could do was wonder if her tongue had always been that long and how drunk he must have been to not notice that last night.
His heart hammered in his chest as she glared at him, and then, before he could speak, burst into laughter, laughter so loud it felt like it was piercing his ears. “The look on your face—you look like you’re about to fucking piss yourself! Not that that would be surprising—anyone can look at you and tell you wet the bed until sixth grade! Might as well just jump right back in, kyehahaha!”
He opened his mouth to protest, heat rushing to his face, but then realized that absolutely was not something worth arguing about in the current situation. “Syo… I’m really sorry. I know you want to kill me but—”
“Kill you?” More laughter, her hands moving to her stomach as the bed trembled slightly from the strength of it. Then, just as abrupt as it had started, she went silent, straightening up and looking at him sternly. “Nah, I’m not gonna kill you.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Really?”
“If I wanted to, I would do it right now! What, you disappointed? Because I can—”
“No, no! Thank you!” He spoke way too fast, praying this wasn’t a trap. “Um… May I ask why you changed your mind?”
“Look at you, so polite—whatcha gonna do if I say no?” More laughter. “Buuuuut, lucky for you, I’m an open book! I’m not killing you because I don’t want to anymore!” At his look of confusion, she sighed. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I share my feelings for others with Miss Morose—your dumbass must have done something right since the last time we talked! ‘Course, I’m used to slicing up all the boys I adore, but none of them ever actually felt the same way about us, ya know?”
He couldn’t understand or really bring himself to sympathize with the logic of a serial killer, but he heard himself saying, “You’ve… never had a friend before, either…”
“What what what what? Don’t get all sappy on me now, Big Mac!” More laughter. “But like, I can’t believe you actually had sex with her when no one even knows the last time she showered! You look like a pretty 'lil pushover, but I guess you must have at least a bit of balls on ya!”
He chewed on the inside of his lip. “I… I care about her a lot…”
“Well, no shit, Sherlock! I kinda figured that out when I woke up naked next to you in a tacky love hotel!” She bit her thumb. “I mean, it would be pretty hot to kill you, but I think I’d kinda miss you, ya feel me?”
"Syo…” He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but, “I… I obviously wish you hadn’t killed people in the past, but… You can change your future. You don’t have to hurt me… or anyone else…”
More laughter and a very long roll of her eyes. “Ah shit, you sound like the male lead in a really low-budget erotica! What’s next, ya gonna say you’ll be there to support me with that?”
“O-Of course I would be! I… I know you can change. And obviously I would support you if you were willing to do that…”
She let out a sigh so long he was worried she might damage her lungs. “Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmm… Not gonna lie, sappy shit like that is a real turn-off, buuuuuut killing is like cheating, and the only guy I wanna cheat on you with is Master! Congratulations, ya kinda sorta got whatcha wanted!”
His heart hammered in his chest. “U-Uh… Thank you…”
“Hey hey, you don’t get off the hook that easily! You’re forgetting the most important part!”
“I am…?”
“No shit! Do you need me to spell it out for ya?”
He could practically see the words floating around in his own mind. “You… want to have sex with me…?”
It felt so off-the-wall he could barely even believe he was saying it out loud, but her head tilted to the side, a wide smile on her face. “Ding ding ding! You’re the first pretty boy to ever see me like this, you know? I know, I know, you’d probably expect a bloodthirsty maniac to be thirsty in other ways too, but I’ve kept my maidenhood! Aren’t you just so lucky!”
“Yeah, I’m really lucky…” He did his best to keep his voice sounding normal, his stomach churning with anxiety. He had definitely had sex with some shady people before, but now he was about to get intimate with a serial killer. There were definitely people into that kind of thing, but Makoto certainly wasn’t one of them; he didn’t like violence and wouldn’t support the death of even the worst kind of person, but, in line with that, he really did believe in giving anyone a chance to redeem themselves. If he could do anything to get some of her… energy out, then that was worth a little discomfort, right…?
“Sure are! You know how many people write this exact scenario online? ‘Course, most of them assume I’m a guy, but like, you’re totally getting the chance of a lifetime here, the kinda shit you could write a book yourself on-- but if ya tell anyone, I’ll have to kill ya, kyehahaha!”
“I-I definitely won’t tell anyone, really…” He meant it; he really didn’t want her secret to get spread—even if Syo had killed people, he didn’t want Toko to be punished for that.
“Good!” She got out of the bed with surprising speed. “Anyway, I might be a rotten girl, but I hate smelling like rotting sewage, so we’re showering first, got it?”
“Y-Yeah, of course, whatever you want…” He got out of bed, feeling a bit sick from how hungover he was—did she not feel it at all? Somehow, he managed to follow her into the bathroom.
Unsurprisingly, it was very pink in here. Behind a glass display case were figures and plushies that looked down on them as Syo jumped right into the shower, making a very sexual sound as she turned on the water. “Aaaaaaaah, it’s colder than Master’s eyes…! Get in here, Big Mac!”
Silencing a comment about how that didn’t sound very tempting, Makoto got into the shower right as the water began to heat up. Luckily, they actually had toiletries here, though of course they were all strawberry scented. He tried not to stare at her too much during the shower, feeling compelled to try to respect her privacy despite the fact that she was a serial killer who was paying him to have sex with her.
She didn’t try anything alarming while they showered, just made quite a few comments that he had to admit could occasionally be kind of funny. When they were almost finished, she said, “How do you feel about shower sex? Because I’m sure the bed smells like a—”
“We can do it in the shower if you want,” he interjected.
“Perfect! Let me just go grab a few things!” And she was gone before he could even respond, seemingly oblivious to the trail of water she took with her. Between that and the bed, Makoto felt like he should be paying extra for this room.
He sighed, relaxing a bit more now that she was gone. Not too much, of course—whatever it was she needed to grab was probably not going to be pleasant, but he was determined to just get the job done. He pressed his hands against the wall, trying to focus on the feeling of the warm water against his skin. He heard the sound of her approach, but before he could turn, he heard her chiding, “Ah, ah, no, stay still!” He froze up as he felt something cold press against his throat. “Listen, I might be a professional, but if you squirm even I might mess up!”
His stomach churned with frantic panic. He tried to keep his voice composed, but he still heard it quiver as he said, “But… Didn’t you say you wouldn’t kill me?”
“Kyehahaha! Don’t tell me the Ultimate Escort hasn’t heard of knifeplay before! I mean, my beautiful scissors are much more erotic than some boring old knife, but the principle applies!”
He felt a bit nauseous remembering the last time someone had brought up knifeplay with him—he’d told Junko he didn’t want to, and the truth was that, in the end, she had heeded his request. But he had a feeling he couldn’t turn Syo down like he had with Junko, not when he’d already narrowly escaped being another guy she’d killed not too long ago. “I-I know what it is…”
He wasn’t trying to sound pathetic, but his voice still trembled. She giggled, “Ahhhhh, you sound so cute!” The scissors were removed from his throat, and in the same second she grabbed him and turned him so that he was facing her with his back to the wall, her face red and her eyes wide. “You look so terrified and helpless…! Mmmmm, I’ve never really kept a pretty boy alive long enough to just drag out the fear like this… It’s so hot I think I’m gonna start hyperventilating, kehahaha!”
Makoto stayed perfectly still as the side of her scissors pressed against his jaw and she leaned in to press their lips together. The adrenaline coursing through him made him hyper aware of the soft pressure of her lips against his, the warmth of her tongue and the water coursing over them, the scent of strawberries lingering in the air, the rapid pounding of his heart. She hummed into the kiss, the pressure against his jaw never increasing even as she squirmed against him a bit.
Finally, she moved the scissors down, trailing the edge along his neck—he tensed, but she seemed to know exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to make him feel it without actually breaking his skin. He tried his best to stay still despite how every one of his instincts screamed to run—she dragged the edge over his collarbone, then right down the center of his chest, slowly, slowly, slowly. The adrenaline and fear made his skin all the more sensitive and receptive to the feeling of something touching him—was that why people were into this? He figured that must be it, because surely, that was the only explanation for why anyone would crave something so dangerous…
The blade circled over his stomach; he tried to regulate his breathing, not wanting to move too much and get cut. With a soft hum, she dragged it lower; Makoto’s eyes squeezed shut, not trusting himself to watch without flinching. All the energy rushing through him right now had given him a semi even if he was scared out of his mind, and he heard a choked groan rise in his throat as she dragged it over his length, giggling softly to herself as he did his best to stay still despite how badly he wanted to just try to get away from her.
“Snip snip snip—” She broke off on hysterical laughter at the noise he made, moving the scissors away from him, closing them—he heard the sound and it made him wince—and then she placed the tip of them underneath his balls and gently pressed up. He made a sound unlike any he’d ever made before, his heart thudding right in his ears as he opened his eyes and looked down at her, her grin euphoric. “You know, some people would pay out the ass to have an ugly bitch cut their balls off! Don’t worry though, I would only do that if you pissed me off!” She dragged the tip over the inside of his thigh; he bit down hard on his lip, the skin there far too sensitive, making it feel way too good—he didn’t want to be into this but his body was going to react regardless. “And you’re being such a good boy right now, staying so still! Ahhhhh, you look so totally adorable when you’re scared… Oh, fuck it, that’s enough foreplay!”
She abruptly took them away again, sitting the scissors down on the shelf besides the shampoo. Without hesitation, she draped a leg around his waist, her hands squeezing down on his shoulders as she pushed himself up—Makoto tried to help steady her as she wrapped her other leg around him and impaled herself with him.
He groaned as he felt how wet she was, and she laughed, her eyes frenzied and her hair plastered to her body as the water continued to rain down. “Come on, don’t freeze up on me now!” This position was terrifying—he didn’t want to slip and send them both to the ground, but she didn’t seem fazed by it at all, moving her hips up and down with an energy that didn’t even seem humanly possible.
His head still throbbed from being hungover and all the anxiety from the scissors made it hard to even process what was happening, let alone contribute in any way that was more than trying to hold her steady, but she seemed to be enjoying herself regardless, making several loud sounds with various vulgar declarations the likes of which he had never heard before—she started moving faster, and it was so hard to breathe, she felt so good around him and something about the way she was looking at him made him feel so—
Her nails dug into his shoulders deep enough to draw blood as she screamed, her walls spasming around him as she came—part of him wanted to rub her clit but he focused instead on keeping them standing as she rode him out, having a difficult time discerning if the wetness on his thigh was from her or the shower.
“Ahhhhh….” After one last little bounce, she finally stilled, letting out a long sigh. For a second, it was almost nice—she looked so content and at peace, like someone who wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. And then she said, “Well, shit, now I’m even more fired up than a terrorist shopping at Build-A-Bomb Workshop!” With surprising ease, she got herself down from him, landing evenly. “Come on, come on~!” She grabbed his hand and led him back to their room, not seeming to mind that they were getting water everywhere—he'd ask if they could dry off, but he really didn’t want to push his luck.
He had no idea how much stamina she had, but he was pretty sure he was in for a long day. It wasn’t the first time he’d missed class because of work, and since Hope’s Peak wanted them to develop their talents first and foremost, he logically knew it wouldn’t be bad, even if he couldn’t help but fear doing anything that could look bad at the school he didn’t feel like he really belonged in.
Of course, it was pretty hard to worry about school too much when a serial killer was practically flinging him onto the bed. Immediately after he’d settled down, she was on the floor looking beneath the bed. “What what what? How are there no toys here?!”
Logically, he knew he shouldn’t, but he was so used to doing whatever he could to give his clients what they wanted that he said, “Sometimes there are some in the vending machines…”
“My my my?! How many times have you been to love hotels, huh? Wait, don’t answer that!” She was grabbing Toko’s clothes off the floor and getting into them despite the fact that she was still drenched; the dress immediately got wet, and yet, she did not seem to even notice as she searched for where Toko had left her wallet; when she finally found it, she said, “Alright, stay right here! I’ll be right back!”
Makoto watched her leave with enough energy to pull a carriage. He moved his wet hair out of his face and told himself that surely the selection in the vending machines wouldn’t be large enough to be worth worrying about. He’d never actually bought anything from one before, as usually these types of things were planned in advance and he brought whatever he was supposed to, but he was sure it would be fine.
However, it was taking quite a bit of time for her to come back. He was beginning to worry she’d gotten herself in trouble when suddenly the door opened and she came in carrying too much shit for him to even get a good idea of what all she had. She closed the door with her foot and moved to set everything down by the bed; Makoto wanted to peek over but something told him it might be better if he didn’t know.
Almost immediately, she was crawling up next to him again; she was holding something, he could tell by how her hand was clenched, but it was too small for him to tell what it was until it was pinching down on his nipple. His breath hitched at the rush of pain, watching as she put the second heart-shaped nipple clamp on. It wasn’t the first time he’d had them on before, and these didn’t have vibrators attached so it wouldn’t be nearly as intense as previous experiences. Regardless, he was still on-edge for what would come next, but instead of getting another toy she leaned down and started sucking on his left nipple.
His eyes squeezed shut as he whimpered; her tongue was soft and warm, contrasting with the cold of the clamp, and she was giggling in her throat but giggling wasn’t the right word for her laughter because “giggling” implied something that didn’t sound deranged; the vibrations from her voice added to the stimulation, and he couldn’t help but rub his thighs together for even the slightest bit of relief. As much as he didn’t really want to enjoy doing this with an infamous serial killer, everything she was currently doing just objectively felt good.
Though he wasn’t sure how much longer that would last as she suddenly removed herself from his chest with a wet pop, making an amused little cooing sound as she looked down at him. “You’re just so cute! Ahhhhhhh, I just want to rip you into adorable little pieces and make a dildo collage with them!” Makoto made an uncomfortable little noise as she grabbed his legs, propping them up by his hips with an unsurprising amount of force.
She leaned down and Makoto instinctively tried to close his legs as he was expecting pain, but she just kept them pinned to the bed as she pressed kisses along his cock for a few moments, then took his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head with far too much speed and pressure— it didn’t take long for him to become fully aroused, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to control his breathing.
Without any warning, she removed her lips—he just barely had time to register the feeling of the cold air against his damp skin before he felt her dragging sloppy kisses down lower while she roughly moved his hips up higher, her nails scratching his skin as he made some embarrassing sound when she pressed her lips against his entrance.
He didn’t have time to brace himself before she was forcefully shoving her tongue up his ass—he made a sound like he’d probably never made before, his head spinning and his blood pumping in his ears. He’d never felt this mixture of fear combined with arousal and pleasure—he was expecting her to do something violent without warning any second now, but what she was doing currently actually felt so good, her tongue ravishing his walls in this messy, ravenous way that was unlike any of his previous experiences doing this kind of thing.
He couldn’t help but make soft whimpers that caught in his throat, one turning into a yelp as she abruptly moved a hand from his hips to his cock, taking him in a gentle grip for a moment before starting to stroke him off at a breakneck pace—he cried out loudly, his hips bucking as his thoughts drowned out from the overstimulation. The next time her tongue scraped against his prostate he was done for; he heard the embarrassingly loud sounds he was making but couldn’t even feel ashamed as his mind blanked out from the bliss of being touched this way. She didn’t stop until every last drop of cum he had was splattered on the back of her hand, at which point she abruptly tore herself away from him with such speed it almost gave him whiplash. “Kyaaaaah, look at how much there is!” She licked the back of her hand. “Awwwww… It’s not refreshing like blood is! Disappointing!”
Makoto was already breathing heavily, opening his mouth to politely ask her not to kill him, but before he could get a word out she was squealing and tackling him to the bed, and now he was grateful for all these hideous pillows because she had enough strength to crack his skull against the bedpost if she wanted to. He wanted to thrash away because he was scared she was going to cut him now given what she’d just said, but without hesitation, she moved to wrap her thighs around his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to shove his face right against her soaked cunt. “Come on, come on! This is what they pay you for, isn’t it?! Prove you’re worthy of me sparing you, kyahahaha!”
Makoto took one second to breathe in deep through his nose, practically inhaling her scent as he held his breath to start what he hoped he would be good enough to pull off; at first his movements were short and precise, the tip of his tongue exploring her outer folds as she yanked tighter on his hair. He whimpered from the pain in his scalp but didn’t slow down, rolling over her clit with his tongue while she violently grinded into his face, her juices smearing all over him as she made sounds that were a cross between moaning and laughter. When her nails started digging into his scalp, he finally thrust his tongue into her opening, feeling her muscles immediately clench down around him as she sighed heavily, sinking her full weight down on him as he tried his best to stay calm and just focus on the moment instead of worrying what might happen next.
Her heavy taste flooded his mouth; breathing the best he could, he focused on trying to devour her with the same ferocity she’d had earlier. He usually would be a bit more precise and focused, but he was trying to do what he thought she would want, and given the rapidly fluctuating pitch in her moans and giggles, he was doing a decent job at it. His tongue explored every inch of her relentlessly as her thighs squeezed down around his head and her hips rocked into his face erratically; he used one hand to rub circles over her clit with his finger, the other running up her thigh—he panicked for a moment when his fingers accidentally brushed over scar tissue, but instead of being upset she was squeezing down around him so hard it genuinely hurt and the noises she made pierced his ears as she violently rode his face through her orgasm.
He didn’t let up, letting her get overstimulated in what he was about 85% sure was what she’d like; she was frantically cooing as his tongue passed over her g-spot, his hand trailing up over her hip to squeeze her ass, his nails digging into her skin and she was screaming again, her thrashing against him so violent he was pretty sure his face was going to be bruised by the time they were finished.
His entire face was soon soaked from how hard she’d came; his chest was starting to ache with the desire to take in real air, but he pressed on, intent on going until she seemed satisfied. He tried to keep altering his approach, not wanting to bore her—this time, he kept fucking her with his tongue but now he put way more pressure down on her swollen clit, rubbing frantically as her screams rose in pitch and she released onto him again. Ignoring the ache in his jaw, he continued, letting go of her ass to gather up some of the liquid dripping down her legs on his fingers, then moving his hand back down, sliding his finger in her ass while she yanked on his hair so violently white spots danced in his vision; he did his best to keep pace with his finger and tongue and soon she was cumming yet again.
It went on like that a few more times until her thighs finally loosened on his face just as she yanked him by his hair away from her. “God damn! I guess I am glad I didn’t kill you!” She laughed maniacally as Makoto took deep gulps of air like he’d been about to drown, which, to be fair, wouldn’t be far off from what had just happened. He hadn’t even caught his breath when she continued, “Wow, I’m actually almost out of energy! We better make this go out with a bang, kyehahaha!”
He was too tired to even be disappointed that she wasn’t completely worn out yet. “What would you like?” He wheezed out, moving a shaky hand to wipe off his mouth.
“It’s a surprise! But I’ll give you a really obvious hint—just because I’m not going to kill you doesn’t mean I don’t get off watching pretty boys writhing in pain!” She sang the words with a moan, and Makoto was honestly not as scared as he probably should have been, as if he’d already gotten so used to this that it no longer fazed him like it would have before.
He got on his hands and knees like she told him to while she reached over for whatever it was she’d gotten from the vending machines; he stayed still without looking back, but he recognized the sound the flogger made as it moved through the air, so a moment before it made contact he knew what was going to happen.
As the pain ripped through him, his body reflexively jerked forward, but he managed to keep his position even as he looked back, wondering just what the hell kind of stuff they put in the vending machines here. He was greeted with the sight of Syo’s grinning face as she held the ugliest pink and red flogger he had ever seen, and now he watched as she whipped him with it again; he let out a sharp cry, his eyes squeezing shut as she went over the same spot she had the first time, and she cried out, “Yes yes yes, just like that! You look sooooooooo cute, kyahahahaha!”
He did his best to stay still with each hit. Sure enough, his mind soon felt foggy the way it did when this kind of thing went on too long; he knew going into subspace likely wasn’t the best idea with her instead of maybe Sayaka (or literally anyone else), but his gut told him that she probably wanted to see that kind of thing and that resisting would make things harder for him. So he let his mind slip, until all that existed was the sound of his cries and the pain each time it smacked against his ass.
When it stopped as abruptly as it started, he didn’t react much. He heard her talking about how adorable he looked in pain, and he heard something about a reward along with the vague sounds of her getting something else, the familiar sound of lube being squeezed out and then he let out a soft gasp as she pressed the cold head of a dildo against his entrance.
This time instead of looking back to see what horrendous appearance the toy he had, he kept his eyes shut, breathing heavily as she giggled, “SO cute! Gyah, what am I even going to do with you!” He hadn’t realized the toy could vibrate, but then she turned it on, and now he let out low moans as she worked it further into him. She wriggled it as she pushed in a way that made him feel like every single nerve inside of him was being rubbed against, and it felt too good for him to resist. He was still moaning when she got it buried to the hilt, and now her hand moved to his cock, her fingers stroking over his length as she began thrusting the toy in and out.
She was speaking in a voice so sing-songy he couldn’t really make out the words, and then she was rubbing her palm over the aching head of his cock; his nails dug into the sheets as his whimpers rose in pitch and volume, and she didn’t stop, fucking him hard with the dildo while talking to him in a tone girls usually reserved for small puppies. When a thrust hit his prostate particularly hard, he was cumming again, his mind blanking out from the overwhelming, overstimulating pleasure; she didn’t let up of course, not even after the last waves of his orgasm had come and gone, and just as he was opening his mouth to beg her to stop she pulled out and let go, dropping the vibrating toy on the bed.
“Aaaaaaah, look at you~! Does it hurt? Does it hurt?!” He nodded blearily, and she squealed, pinning him down and petting his hair. “You’re soooooooo cute! Your face is almost as pink as the room, ha! Awwwwww, I just want to kill you so bad!” She sighed dreamily, running a hand over his chest and cursing when she felt the clamps still on. She immediately started taking them off, and Makoto gasped out as the cool air hit the pinched skin; they’d probably been left on a bit too long, but he couldn’t worry about that too much as she leaned down to suck on his nipples, tears leaking down his face from how overwhelmed his body was with sensations.
She was sucking on them for so long he didn’t understand how she didn’t get bored, but she must have been doing it to think as she suddenly popped off and looked down at him with a sigh. “Well, even if I want to kill you, I did say I wouldn’t… And if I did, we wouldn’t get to do this anymore! I mean, you’d be such a pretty corpse, but then I wouldn’t get to see you do this!” She slapped his chest and he whimpered again while she laughed. “So I definitely won’t kill you! You’re such a lucky guy!”
“Thanks…” Makoto said, appreciative but also genuinely exhausted. To his surprise, she didn’t get angry, cooing about how pretty he was as she curled up next to him, scratching through his hair. It was oddly peaceful. He hadn’t expected them to have a cool-down period with even a remote sense of normalcy, but this was… nice. Not the worst experience he’d ever had.
He was already coming back into himself by the time she’d held onto him a bit tighter, burying her face in his hair while talking fast; his ahoge must have tickled her nose in a particular way because she was sneezing into his hair, which might have grossed him out if he wasn’t already completely desensitized to most bodily fluids by now.
“Ughhhh…” He heard the familiar sound of Toko’s voice and quickly leaned back; she was staring at him with wide eyes. “Did-I-W-“
“It’s okay,” he said quickly. “Ah, um, are you okay?”
He expected the most overdramatic breakdown he’d ever seen, but instead her face burned as she looked intently at the ugly wall. “…I’m fine. I mean, as f-fine as I can be after reaching the new low of h-hiring a prostitute…”
Makoto tried not to get too hurt. “Hey, it’s really not like that—”
Before he could finish she was looking at him intently. “It’s n-not? So you r-really meant everything you said?”
“Yes!” He sat up straight, meeting her eyes just as intently. “I really do care about you. I just want to be here for you… Please just trust me!”
She sighed heavily, looking away after a few more moments of intense staring. “…Then… I f-forgive you.” Abruptly she turned back to him with a frantic look, “But if y-you tell anyone what we just did I’ll—”
“I would never!” He immediately protested.
She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You’re just… too genuine! It’s overwhelming!” She pushed herself up out of bed, wrinkling her nose as she tried to find her glasses. “I… I f-forgive you, but I need to go home and… think about e-everything, okay?!”
“Of course, don’t worry. Do you need money to get back on campus?”
She stopped what she was doing to put her hands on her ears. “St-Stop talking! I c-can’t handle all of this h-happiness right now… J-Just stay quiet and let me leave, okay? I’ll talk to you b-back on campus!”
Makoto obediently went silent; he didn’t really understand, but he figured he couldn’t understand what a background like Toko’s would do to someone’s headspace. He didn’t say anything as she got dressed and left, finally letting out a sigh as the door closed, leaving him alone. He wanted to give her plenty of time to go back before he left too, so he just laid there, his thoughts naturally quickly turning to worries—worries about how she’d feel once she got back, worries she would tear into Aoi even more now, worries about all of the different things he was trying to juggle and…
He somehow fell into an uneasy sleep, and the next thing he knew, there was loud knocking on the door; as he came to his senses, he heard a surprisingly polite voice telling him he needed to either get out or pay for another night in this room.
Makoto quickly got up, taking a look at the mess in the room and groaning. As quick as he possibly could, he got dressed and did a speedrun of tidying up the place; he knew he was going to be charged for it, but he felt like that was fair after all the bullshit that had happened here.
By the time he got back to his dorm, it was the middle of the night; surprisingly, he didn’t bump into anyone on his way back, a stroke of good luck in these trying times. He was completely worn out, so when he got back, he was almost immediately going to bed—he could eat and worry about everything going on in the morning, but for now, it was nice to be back under familiar sheets and finally rest.