#mandatedmischief

[truthplayed]

Steps to Separate Fiction From Reality

@mandatedmischief​   ||   Traumatic Ramifications 

        One week since the end of the killing game. . . one week since everyone woke up from the virtual hellscape. . . one week since the class of 78-B were expected to return to their daily lives.  To actually assume that any of them were mentally capable of such a feat should be unheard of, yet Hope’s Peak instructed it so.  Shuuichi didn’t even bother to entertain such a futile attempt — not when the memories of his former life came crashing down mere moments after regaining consciousness.  Well, more like the missing memories of the past six months; all of Shirogane’s tall-tales were full of lies, but none of them even approached the fact that his friends during the killing game were in reality his classmates at Hope’s Peak Academy.

        So many memories, some clashing with each other viciously, it was almost enough to give Shuuichi a migraine.  No matter how much he holed himself up in his room would the divide between fact and fiction merge in his mind.  Well, not by himself at least.         He still wasn’t ready to attend any lectures, but Shuuichi got up one morning before classes began to wait outside the dorm room of a certain individual — hopefully speaking with him would lead to some sort of insight.  A gentle yet rapid three taps against the door would signal his arrival; to say he wasn’t nervous would be an understatement.  Playing with this brim of his cap, he could only stand around in anticipation for Ouma to open the door.

[mediioxumate]

@mandatedmischief <3′d for a kaito!

Kaito shows up to the dining hall after his morning jog, seriously hungry and ready to start his day. Typically, he has a few minutes to himself before the other morning people begin filtering in. Today, though, Kokichi is perched at the table, alone in the room, and Kaito is immediately on the defensive.

“What are you doing up?” He asks cautiously, squinting slightly at his classmate. So much for a peaceful breakfast, huh?

[moralitycheck]

@mandatedmischief​ ASKED: "Hmm... no running in the halls, huh?" Kokichi starts grinning. "Oh, then I guess I shouldn't do... this!" And immediately there he goes, setting off a glitter bomb with in front of Kiyotaka's face and immediately sprinting down the hall. What a brat! (MandatedMischief here, hello~)

⊰ 💯 ⊱

                  "Y-You---!!”

                  For once in his life Kiyotaka wasn’t crying out of being overwhelmed by his emotions. The tears flowing from his eyes and running hot down his cheeks were due to a physical response; no matter how much he swiped at his face with his crisp white sleeves the burning in his eyes persisted. Through all his rapid blinking and weeping he could still see that the glitter had gotten everywhere --- into his hair, all over his face, down the front of his shirt and even into his shirt a bit if the itching around his neck was anything to go by. The shorter student’s antics simply could not go without punishment, or without at least a proper scolding by a member of the Public Morals Committee such as himself for so thoroughly disturbing the peace, but his determination was all for naught. Try as he might, Kiyotaka simply could not catch up to him.

                  Being blinded by glitter certainly wouldn’t stop him from trying, but all his efforts earned him were bruised shoulders from smacking hard into the wall every few metres.

                  "K-Kokichiiiiiiiiiiiiii---!!”

                  "Th-This is... Unacceptable...!! Come back here at once!! It stings---!!”

[truthplayed]

There is a crudely wrapped gift for Shuichi, waiting for him just outside his doorstep. It's packed full of sweets and chocolates, and has copies of a vintage murder-mystery novel series. (MandatedMischief, Kokichi is being a shy dork he does this to everyone)

        It was around noon when Shuuichi decided to return back to his room; so far his morning had been pleasant, exchanging greetings with some of his peers and obtaining a new book that he has yet to read.  His plans for the afternoon were simple: enjoy some solitude along with a nice novel and no further worries.           Yet when he arrived to his door, a messily-wrapped present was laying in wait.  Not many people were aware that it’s his birthday today, so the suspect list was limited, but Shuuichi still collected the gift and transported it to his room before opening it.

        And what an intensive present it was!  While he wasn’t an avid fan of sweets, he still enjoyed them on occasion, and today was no exception.  As for these books. . . they were a series he hasn’t heard of before.  Shuuichi read the synopsis of the first title as he popped a chocolate into his mouth ( dark chocolate with strawberry creme, an excellent combination ), and he made himself comfortable in his recliner.  His previous novel will have to wait for another day.

As well as his investigation.

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