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Kokichi walked out of his apartment and locked the door with a flourish, a bright smile clearly plastered on his face. Today was his big day - he only had one chance to do this. He placed a casual hand in one of his pockets and began fiddling with the scarf that hung loosely around his neck. It was a habit that he’d acquired over the years as a result of his anxiety. It wasn’t something he could help and people around him didn’t really seem to mind so he tried not to worry too much about it. It was just one of those quirks that people have right? That’s what Shuichi said anyways.
Kokichi sighed, and after making sure that the scarf was exactly in the centre of his signature DICE uniform, he let his other hand rest by his side. As he walked, he thought about other things that Shuichi had said.
“It’s just one of those quirks that people have, right?”
Kokichi looked up to see Shuichi smiling at him tenderly.
“You’re not a freak Kokichi, everyone has little habits like that. Do you remember my emo hat phase? I used to constantly adjust it so that I wouldn’t have to make eye contact with anyone.”
Kokichi laughed as he remembered the amount of jokes that he’d made about Shuichi's so-called ‘emo hat’.
“So don’t worry too much, okay? I love you and that will never change, no matter how many weird things that you do.”
After they’d both graduated from Hope’s Peak Academy, Shuichi had suggested that they move in together. It was a decision that he was grateful that he made every day - he wouldn’t be who he was today if it wasn’t for his beloved Shumai. Shuichi always blushed whenever he’d use that nickname, so he’d make sure to only use on the most special of occasions.
People raised their eyebrows as Kokichi strolled by, not to his surprise. Standing at a mere 5’1”, Kokichi was the last person that you’d expect to be a leader of an organisation with over 10,000 members. A black cape swirled around him as he walked and a black and gold hat bearing the signature DICE logo rested on top of his unruly purple hair. He gave off a sort of bright energy as he walked, like his confidence was oozing into the air around him.
As he approached DICE headquarters, he stared at the two people standing outside of the building, Diamond and Queenie. They looked up abruptly and immediately started waving to their leader.
“Boss!” Queenie called from the other side of the road, her ponytails being messily blown around.
Kokichi stuck one of his signature poses, placing a finger at an angle over his lips and changing his expression into a smirk. Diamond and Queenie were two abandoned siblings that he’d found whilst recruiting the earliest members of DICE. They were some of his closest friends that he considered to be family and had stuck by him throughout the years, despite all of the crazy stunts that he’d pulled.
Kokichi broke into a slight run as he crossed the road, his cape fluttering behind him. He couldn’t wait to tell them what he’d planned for today. Everything had already been prepared, it was going to be-
His thoughts got cut off by the initial shock of what happened after.
He was only there for a second, maybe even less than that, before he was hit with such force that he was knocked to the ground. The impact that he felt as his body hit the rough stone ground was so strong that he instantly began to black out. His vision became hazy and the voices around him seemed distant, like they were fading out into the distance, into some empty nothingness filled void. A squeal from the car’s wheels as it sped away from the scene and Diamond and Queenie’s desperate pleas for help were the last things that he heard before his consciousness faded away.
“Somebody help! Please!”