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hope u get run over

Hoping is all well and good, but ultimately, it gets you nowhere. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Get in your car and run me the fuck down instead of waiting for others to do your work for you, you coward. You lazy fool.

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Stumbling upon shaky legs hadn’t been the way that Shuuichi expected to spend his day. Apartments lined upon against each other within a city alight with activity scarce resembled the place that Shuuichi came from originally – overwhelming amounts of buildings and streets faced him upon leaving what looked like a rather modern home, along with a cellular that he didn’t remember placing within his pocket. Obviously he needed to find his way to the island’s services so he could have some idea of where he was going; he knew that the cellular could probably provide a map, but it was different from hearing it in person. Especially disorienting was the given size of the damn place, nothing like the dome whence he came simply yesterday.

Fact of the matter was, aside from a letter of address, Shuuichi had no clue where he managed to wind up. He knew he had a roommate, at the very least, and he knew he was in some kind of program, but that’s about all he managed to glean and those were simply from observation. Everything else about this wasn’t so familiar to him, and it shook him to his core. So well he’d grown accustomed to a morning announcement waking him and fellow students that he did not expect to be anywhere else. It especially disoriented him given that he remembered seeing buildings and skyscrapers and cities galore, and all of them had been…well, collapsed to ruin. Not. Well, like this.

He sighed, and stretched as he made his way along the sidewalk, determining that the only that he’d manage to get answers was going to seek them out for himself; standing around in one place would hardly grant him the divination that he needed to determine his purpose here. His brain rattled within his head like sand, absolute mush and falling to pieces as nothing around him made any sense with what he observed before. It made sense of the fact that his body hardly felt like his when he walked, lumbering along concrete as if he was dragging a weight behind him.

Said weight became lead quickly within his stomach as taking his eyes off the pristine white lining the ground led to him seeing white of another kind… Specifically, white of a uniform, and of a uniform he never thought he’d ever see again outside of where he found it half-way flushed. Even more shocking to his system and freezing him in place, his breath caught in his throat, was the owner of said outfit, standing there in front of him.

And you know, decidedly not beneath a hydraulic press.

No way. Shuuichi had to be imagining things, right? He saw the video for himself! Had a whole trial around it, even! Multiple times did he watch that slide come down. Multiple times did he see the spill that it caused. And not once did he see the man in front of him, not once since the video was released. And yet. And yet.

“Ouma-kun?”

This is all wrong. This has to be all wrong.

He’s still... adjusting, as it were. To being able to breathe again. To being alive. To having a body that hasn’t been reduced to paste. It feels so unreal, unnatural, despite him having lived this way before. Maybe it’s because he knows it shouldn’t be happening? Waking up in a strange place is certainly disorienting as well, but it’s not a new experience, and nothing like realizing he’s not dead after all. Not when he can still remember dying.

He tries to shake that out of his head for the time being, though. Now’s not the time to be focusing on that. He needs to inspect his new surroundings. He’d already thoroughly examined his apartment - much nicer than any place he’d ever lived before, with an added bonus of a cool mask and a bottle of his favorite soda. He’s set out to explore the rest of the city, but a voice calling his name stops him before he gets too far.

“Saihara-chan...?”

He’s surprised Saihara would even want to talk to him, after everything he’s done. Even if the plan he’d died for had failed... there’s so many other things to dislike or even hate him for. (He has no way of knowing if his plan succeeded or not, and in truth he would have preferred to speak to Momota first to hear it from him, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“You’re here too, huh? Congratulations!”

who are you?

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@lumnessence​

Ah, his favorite astronaut! (The only one he knows. Whatever.) Considering their last meeting - both how it ended and how he got a little too real with Momota in trying to get him to play along - it’s with a bit of hesitance that he decides to say anything. However, simply speaking to him wouldn’t be much fun. And it seems he hasn’t noticed him yet...

Ouma moves to sneak up behind Momota. When he’s just close enough... he jumps on his back and screams.

“Boo!”

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@harxmakis​

Of course the first person he sees upon being revived is the last person he ever wanted to see. What he remembers most vividly is red eyes brimming with what he thinks was hatred, or perhaps simply a love of violence. He can never understand someone like her and he never wants to. Despite his distaste (he will never call it fear) though, he can’t help but stir up trouble.

“Harukawa-chan?”

“Oh, geez, who invited you?”

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Welcome back to Koi, Kokichi Ouma

You shall be roomed in Cappuccino Apartments. Unfortunately, we’ve not found a suitable roommate at this time. You have nothing for the city to take! Lucky you! Your welcome package contains king horse mask, a bottle of p*nta and a book filled with things to lie about!

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