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"Your not going to that Danganropa shit!" He says, suddenly picking the otherup to hold him tightly. "i-Ill kill the bastards that made you think this is okay!"

"N-no one! I started watching cause of my b-boyfriend, Shuichi..." he muttered, "I mean I dont like all the murders but... the hope it brings is really important to me." He explains, "it... makes me think that even someone like me could end up bringing hope to others some day! Besides I... I dont have anyone except my boyfriend who would care even if I ended up dying... and he auditioned as well."

"Theres not gonna be another one," Akira says, suddenly moving quickly to barge into the deadpool Lance's part of the tower. "MURDER! NOW!"

"Woah hold up! What's going on?"

Keith sets the kid down in a chair. "Tell him!"

"T-tell him what?!"

"About the danganropa bullshit!"

He tilts his head, "I dont know what you're so mad about..."

"How about the fact where I come from people are forced into that shit, and I know for a fact its wrong! How long until people are forced into it huh!? How long until everyone stops caring about kids getting killed, oh WAIT IT APPARENTLY ALREADY HAPPENED!"

"I i-" Kokichi starts tearing up, "I-I'm s-sorrry..." he shakes his head, "I agree b-but really i-its not so bad..." he shakes, paralyzed, "P-please stop yelling!" He cries out, clutching himself tightly.

Akira curses, starting to try to apoligize before he has to dodge a charging keast who climbs in Kokichi's lap to nuzzle him. "Its okay baby! Keast protec. No scary noise." Keast guves his strongest purr and huffs at the other keef and dad lance.

"Ahh-!" Kokichi breathes in sharply, "w-what are you...?

"I'm keast!" He yips, tail wagging. "I love you baby!"

Lance looks between Keith and Kokichi, "Okay okay, start from the beginning. Tell me everything and why you need me to kill someone."

"In his universe theres apparently a show you sign up for where you CAN ACTUALLY DIE AND PEOPLE FUCKING LIKE IT!" He curses, fists clenched tightly. "So we kill the bastards in charge.

"Alright, where do we start," Lance grabs a bag, stuffing his Katana's in it quickly.

"Im thinking the keith that appeared at our place is from there......" he looks at the kid with Keast. "Why dont you two come with us, stay with my boyfriends?"

He looks down, "Here? But... I dont even know where I am..."

"New york city. Thats keast, about as harmless as a kitten.....I think.....come on," he says, picking him up again.

"Alright let's get on killing these people, any ideas where to find them?" Lance asks

"Like I said, lets ask that other keith." He carries Kokichi over there, keast following close behind.

Keith is alone doing a workout in the exercise room, currently doing sit ups. He looks up seeing them arriving, "...uh hey..." he mutters

"Hey we need to get to your universe to help some people, think you can help?" Akira asks, impatient to get there.

"Wait what do you mean?" He asks, brow furrowing, "who's that?" He stares at kokichi

"That little shit storm you experienced was apparently a TV show, that this kid wanted to be on." He says, looking at Kokichi. "What IS your name anyway....?"

"K-Kokichi Oma..." Kokichi muttered

Keith stared, "Wait what the fuck. You're telling me all that shit was a TV show!? Look I don't know what you're talking about but what I went through was real." He glares.

Kokichi stumbled out of the closet and looked around the futuristic apartment building before spotting Keith, he stared and backed away in shock, "Ah- who are you-? Are you one of those guys who kidnapped me...?"

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"Your not going to that Danganropa shit!" He says, suddenly picking the otherup to hold him tightly. "i-Ill kill the bastards that made you think this is okay!"

"N-no one! I started watching cause of my b-boyfriend, Shuichi..." he muttered, "I mean I dont like all the murders but... the hope it brings is really important to me." He explains, "it... makes me think that even someone like me could end up bringing hope to others some day! Besides I... I dont have anyone except my boyfriend who would care even if I ended up dying... and he auditioned as well."

"Theres not gonna be another one," Akira says, suddenly moving quickly to barge into the deadpool Lance's part of the tower. "MURDER! NOW!"

"Woah hold up! What's going on?"

Keith sets the kid down in a chair. "Tell him!"

"T-tell him what?!"

"About the danganropa bullshit!"

He tilts his head, "I dont know what you're so mad about..."

"How about the fact where I come from people are forced into that shit, and I know for a fact its wrong! How long until people are forced into it huh!? How long until everyone stops caring about kids getting killed, oh WAIT IT APPARENTLY ALREADY HAPPENED!"

"I i-" Kokichi starts tearing up, "I-I'm s-sorrry..." he shakes his head, "I agree b-but really i-its not so bad..." he shakes, paralyzed, "P-please stop yelling!" He cries out, clutching himself tightly.

Akira curses, starting to try to apoligize before he has to dodge a charging keast who climbs in Kokichi's lap to nuzzle him. "Its okay baby! Keast protec. No scary noise." Keast guves his strongest purr and huffs at the other keef and dad lance.

"Ahh-!" Kokichi breathes in sharply, "w-what are you...?

"I'm keast!" He yips, tail wagging. "I love you baby!"

Lance looks between Keith and Kokichi, "Okay okay, start from the beginning. Tell me everything and why you need me to kill someone."

"In his universe theres apparently a show you sign up for where you CAN ACTUALLY DIE AND PEOPLE FUCKING LIKE IT!" He curses, fists clenched tightly. "So we kill the bastards in charge.

"Alright, where do we start," Lance grabs a bag, stuffing his Katana's in it quickly.

"Im thinking the keith that appeared at our place is from there......" he looks at the kid with Keast. "Why dont you two come with us, stay with my boyfriends?"

He looks down, "Here? But... I dont even know where I am..."

"New york city. Thats keast, about as harmless as a kitten.....I think.....come on," he says, picking him up again.

"Alright let's get on killing these people, any ideas where to find them?" Lance asks

"Like I said, lets ask that other keith." He carries Kokichi over there, keast following close behind.

Keith is alone doing a workout in the exercise room, currently doing sit ups. He looks up seeing them arriving, "...uh hey..." he mutters

"Hey we need to get to your universe to help some people, think you can help?" Akira asks, impatient to get there.

"Wait what do you mean?" He asks, brow furrowing, "who's that?" He stares at kokichi

Kokichi stumbled out of the closet and looked around the futuristic apartment building before spotting Keith, he stared and backed away in shock, "Ah- who are you-? Are you one of those guys who kidnapped me...?"

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"Your not going to that Danganropa shit!" He says, suddenly picking the otherup to hold him tightly. "i-Ill kill the bastards that made you think this is okay!"

"N-no one! I started watching cause of my b-boyfriend, Shuichi..." he muttered, "I mean I dont like all the murders but... the hope it brings is really important to me." He explains, "it... makes me think that even someone like me could end up bringing hope to others some day! Besides I... I dont have anyone except my boyfriend who would care even if I ended up dying... and he auditioned as well."

"Theres not gonna be another one," Akira says, suddenly moving quickly to barge into the deadpool Lance's part of the tower. "MURDER! NOW!"

"Woah hold up! What's going on?"

Keith sets the kid down in a chair. "Tell him!"

"T-tell him what?!"

"About the danganropa bullshit!"

He tilts his head, "I dont know what you're so mad about..."

"How about the fact where I come from people are forced into that shit, and I know for a fact its wrong! How long until people are forced into it huh!? How long until everyone stops caring about kids getting killed, oh WAIT IT APPARENTLY ALREADY HAPPENED!"

"I i-" Kokichi starts tearing up, "I-I'm s-sorrry..." he shakes his head, "I agree b-but really i-its not so bad..." he shakes, paralyzed, "P-please stop yelling!" He cries out, clutching himself tightly.

Akira curses, starting to try to apoligize before he has to dodge a charging keast who climbs in Kokichi's lap to nuzzle him. "Its okay baby! Keast protec. No scary noise." Keast guves his strongest purr and huffs at the other keef and dad lance.

"Ahh-!" Kokichi breathes in sharply, "w-what are you...?

"I'm keast!" He yips, tail wagging. "I love you baby!"

Lance looks between Keith and Kokichi, "Okay okay, start from the beginning. Tell me everything and why you need me to kill someone."

"In his universe theres apparently a show you sign up for where you CAN ACTUALLY DIE AND PEOPLE FUCKING LIKE IT!" He curses, fists clenched tightly. "So we kill the bastards in charge.

"Alright, where do we start," Lance grabs a bag, stuffing his Katana's in it quickly.

"Im thinking the keith that appeared at our place is from there......" he looks at the kid with Keast. "Why dont you two come with us, stay with my boyfriends?"

He looks down, "Here? But... I dont even know where I am..."

"New york city. Thats keast, about as harmless as a kitten.....I think.....come on," he says, picking him up again.

"Alright let's get on killing these people, any ideas where to find them?" Lance asks

"Like I said, lets ask that other keith." He carries Kokichi over there, keast following close behind.

Keith is alone doing a workout in the exercise room, currently doing sit ups. He looks up seeing them arriving, "...uh hey..." he mutters

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

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There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith was too far down the hall to hear him calling at this point.

Keith shrugs and decides to select it.

Under the file are 2 sets of 2 pictures, and descriptions under them.

The first one is a picture of Lance normally, next to it is a picture of him on the ground in a pool of pink blood and he’s been shot. His expression is wide with fear. There’s information on his age, height, weight, date of birth, and time of death. Under that is a description of his body “The body appears to have been shot, other than that there are no visible injuries”

The second is James. His body in the second picture seems to be in a similar room to Lance, covered in stab wounds and cuts with a slice to his neck. Blood also pools on the ground though it’s much more. His time of death is also not stated, however, the description states “the body was found with lacerations on the arms and legs. Various stab wounds also cover the body. The victim appears to have been killed by a cut to the neck.”

Akira doesn't read any of it, tossing thd device as soon as he sees lance. "Fuck...." he takes a deep breath, reminding himself its neither of his Lances......still fucking awful to see....

Keith was at the door with water bottles. He glared, rushing up to the other with a growl, "How much did you see?" He barks out angrily.

"Calm the fuck down," he says, tense. "One photo that looked like two of my boyfriends, then i tossed it. Dont fucking shout...."

He sighs, thrusting out the bottle towards the other, “Just, forget it. It’s... bad stuff from my past.” He mutters.

"That you carry in your pocket....." he sighs before taking the bottle. "Just.....keep it in your room, I dont want the others seeing....your past is your business."

He frowns, “I didn’t think you would sneak through my shit.’ He mutters, “Guess I never learned my lesson.” He shakes his head, “Look sometimes I need the reminder. Of why... nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” He rubs his neck, grabbing the jacket and device. “I think Im done for today. I’ll be in my room if you guys need me.”

"Its not sneaking!" He argues. "It fell out of your jacket, and I figured if you carried it around it wasn't....well....THAT."

He sighs, "What were you expecting? Look if you want to know we each got a monopad at the start of the killing game. Whenever someone died, we could organize our evidence with it. That was the monokuma file, the autopsy. It would be given to us after 3 people discovered a body. It became habit to have it on me... we needed it for everything. And I don't need to explain it any further than that." He glared before leaving the room.

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith was too far down the hall to hear him calling at this point.

Keith shrugs and decides to select it.

Under the file are 2 sets of 2 pictures, and descriptions under them.

The first one is a picture of Lance normally, next to it is a picture of him on the ground in a pool of pink blood and he’s been shot. His expression is wide with fear. There’s information on his age, height, weight, date of birth, and time of death. Under that is a description of his body “The body appears to have been shot, other than that there are no visible injuries”

The second is James. His body in the second picture seems to be in a similar room to Lance, covered in stab wounds and cuts with a slice to his neck. Blood also pools on the ground though it’s much more. His time of death is also not stated, however, the description states “the body was found with lacerations on the arms and legs. Various stab wounds also cover the body. The victim appears to have been killed by a cut to the neck.”

Akira doesn't read any of it, tossing thd device as soon as he sees lance. "Fuck...." he takes a deep breath, reminding himself its neither of his Lances......still fucking awful to see....

Keith was at the door with water bottles. He glared, rushing up to the other with a growl, "How much did you see?" He barks out angrily.

"Calm the fuck down," he says, tense. "One photo that looked like two of my boyfriends, then i tossed it. Dont fucking shout...."

He sighs, thrusting out the bottle towards the other, “Just, forget it. It’s... bad stuff from my past.” He mutters.

"That you carry in your pocket....." he sighs before taking the bottle. "Just.....keep it in your room, I dont want the others seeing....your past is your business."

He frowns, “I didn’t think you would sneak through my shit.’ He mutters, “Guess I never learned my lesson.” He shakes his head, “Look sometimes I need the reminder. Of why... nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” He rubs his neck, grabbing the jacket and device. “I think Im done for today. I’ll be in my room if you guys need me.”

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith was too far down the hall to hear him calling at this point.

Keith shrugs and decides to select it.

Under the file are 2 sets of 2 pictures, and descriptions under them.

The first one is a picture of Lance normally, next to it is a picture of him on the ground in a pool of pink blood and he’s been shot. His expression is wide with fear. There’s information on his age, height, weight, date of birth, and time of death. Under that is a description of his body “The body appears to have been shot, other than that there are no visible injuries”

The second is James. His body in the second picture seems to be in a similar room to Lance, covered in stab wounds and cuts with a slice to his neck. Blood also pools on the ground though it’s much more. His time of death is also not stated, however, the description states “the body was found with lacerations on the arms and legs. Various stab wounds also cover the body. The victim appears to have been killed by a cut to the neck.”

Akira doesn't read any of it, tossing thd device as soon as he sees lance. "Fuck...." he takes a deep breath, reminding himself its neither of his Lances......still fucking awful to see....

Keith was at the door with water bottles. He glared, rushing up to the other with a growl, "How much did you see?" He barks out angrily.

"Calm the fuck down," he says, tense. "One photo that looked like two of my boyfriends, then i tossed it. Dont fucking shout...."

He sighs, thrusting out the bottle towards the other, “Just, forget it. It’s... bad stuff from my past.” He mutters.

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith was too far down the hall to hear him calling at this point.

Keith shrugs and decides to select it.

Under the file are 2 sets of 2 pictures, and descriptions under them.

The first one is a picture of Lance normally, next to it is a picture of him on the ground in a pool of pink blood and he’s been shot. His expression is wide with fear. There’s information on his age, height, weight, date of birth, and time of death. Under that is a description of his body “The body appears to have been shot, other than that there are no visible injuries”

The second is James. His body in the second picture seems to be in a similar room to Lance, covered in stab wounds and cuts with a slice to his neck. Blood also pools on the ground though it’s much more. His time of death is also not stated, however, the description states “the body was found with lacerations on the arms and legs. Various stab wounds also cover the body. The victim appears to have been killed by a cut to the neck.”

Akira doesn't read any of it, tossing thd device as soon as he sees lance. "Fuck...." he takes a deep breath, reminding himself its neither of his Lances......still fucking awful to see....

Keith was at the door with water bottles. He glared, rushing up to the other with a growl, "How much did you see?" He barks out angrily.

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith was too far down the hall to hear him calling at this point.

Keith shrugs and decides to select it.

Under the file are 2 sets of 2 pictures, and descriptions under them.

The first one is a picture of Lance normally, next to it is a picture of him on the ground in a pool of pink blood and he’s been shot. His expression is wide with fear. There’s information on his age, height, weight, date of birth, and time of death. Under that is a description of his body “The body appears to have been shot, other than that there are no visible injuries”

The second is James. His body in the second picture seems to be in a similar room to Lance, covered in stab wounds and cuts with a slice to his neck. Blood also pools on the ground though it’s much more. His time of death is also not stated, however, the description states “the body was found with lacerations on the arms and legs. Various stab wounds also cover the body. The victim appears to have been killed by a cut to the neck.”

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

"Monokuma......hey!" He calls. "Whats this little thing?" He asks.

Keith was too far down the hall to hear him calling at this point.

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

"Yeah, sure." He spots the device, moving to pick it up and look at it.

Keith's name pops up before loading different files. One labeled report cards, the next rules, the other "The Monokuma File", and the last one stated "Evidence Tracker"

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Akira nods. "Thankfully he's immune. Reason we came here is cause some guys fucked him up bad, and he needed better medical attention...."

"Damn..." keith muttered. After a while of trying out the bags he was sweating. He had taken off his jacket and a small device with a black and white bear symbol had fallen out but he hadn't noticed. He wiped his brow, "hey I'm gonna grab some water. You want me to grab you a bottle?"

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Akira moves to his punching bag, giving it a few swift jabs. "Unlike with knives its not as bad if you get hit. You want to keep from getting knocked down like in any fight though. One stomp to the head and your fucked. Seen keith do that to some zombies before...."

"Zombies!? Damn..." he mutters eyes going wide

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

"I can tell." He walks over, helping him into a more sturdy stance. "Whenever a fist isn't throwing a punch your gonna want them by your face to protect yourself, got it?"

"Got it." He nods, "makes sense."

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.

He nods, "yeah, thanks they fit good."

"Okay. If it starts to hurt stop," he warns before he starts punching one of them. "You ever fist fight?"

"No," keith admits, "I've only ever really used knives before. "

Keith had been somewhat quiet the last few days. Currently he sat in his room, looking at a picture of a brightly lit classroom with a large group of people. He himself wore a brown school uniform and sulked in a corner with a smile, Lance similarly dressed but without the jacket had an arm wrapped around Keith.

@hungergameskeith

There was a knock on the door before Akira peeked in and waved at the other. "Hey. You gonna keep hibernating in here or wanna come work out...?"

Keith shoves the photo in his pocket, "right- yeah, I'll come." He nods, standing up and walking over to the other

Keith glances at his pocket but knows better than to ask. "You got workout clothes? Shorts and tank top, or go shirtless if you want....."

“I’ve got a t-shirt on and these pants are pretty maneuverable, I’ll be okay,” He shakes his head.

Akira shrugs but nods, motioning him to follow to the workout room in another part of the building. "You ever use this stuff before? The machines."

“Yeah! Tons in flight school,” He nods, walking over, “What do you wanna do first?”

"I like to start and end with the treadmill. You mind?" He asks, starting to walk there.

“Not at all, I could use a run. I got out of shape on that ship,” He chuckles awkwardly, getting on it.

Akira starts his at a walk. "I increase over time to slowly get into it.....anyway you can come here anytime. I try to come daily. The others use it too, though right now their a bit busy. I think trying some new recipe or some baking shit.....I dunno. I get restless with out this though."

“I get that,” He nods, starting the treadmill, “So you like to exercise? What sort of life did you lead before the game?” He asks conversationally, “or was it something you picked up during?”

"I worked whatever job I could to help me and Shiro. Plus.....some illegal hunting." He shrugs. "I was trying to avoid getting pick but.....fuck, this kid that just became old enough was chosen, I couldn't just watch...."

“So you choose to join it huh?” keith sighed, “For me... I was scouted out by Hope’s Peak. Then I just woke up in the killing game on the first day. Before that, I was top of my class at flight school in middle school. We had really rigorous training but... I survived at least.”

"Hmm......I couldn't do it, willingly join some place like that. Sounds too.....uniform, contfolled....." he ups the speed and frowns. "I dont like giving people power over me.....I mean except with certain three someones in bed," he says with a wink.

Keith cracks a small smile, “Yeah, I didn’t like it at first. I hated it, especially the uniformity, I’m sure someone would like it but... it wasn’t my thing. I raised to the top cause of my skill, I was actually a bit of a trouble maker. Though... I didn’t realize how much better I had it off...” He sighed, “Then there was Hope’s Peak and the others, way less strict. We didn’t even have to wear uniforms if we didn’t want to.”

"Always want something.......give bastards too much power and their assholes......"

“Well Hope’s Peak was actually pretty nice, especially under the new headmaster,” Keith explained, “The world wasn’t always screwed up in my universe.”

"Seems supicious in my opinion...." he mumbles

He shakes his head, “They wanted to bring hope into the future. Sure they did some fucked up stuff but after the first tragedy, it all stopped. They made it into what it was supposed to be.” He sighed, “Too bad things got out of hand once again, though it wasn’t the school's fault.”

"I still don't quite trust the sound of em...."

“Yeah well... after what happened I don’t know if they’ll be able to reopen. After all, it was students who caused both tragedies.”

"The bastards shoukd be smart enough not to I'd think." He speeds it up more, getting his pace right before he looks back at the ither keith.

Keith looks down, "yeah... maybe you're right..."

Akira nods, deciding to get off the treadmill for now. "Wanna hit the punching bags?"

"Yeah!" He nods, slowing down before turning the treadmill off, "Why not."

Akira moves to grab them both gloves to use. "Does that fit?" He asks as he gets his on.