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[locallockerstalker]

"What the fuck," he whispered, the swear being foreign on his tongue. A soft look of disgust plagued his face, but he couldn't bring himself to run. He was scared, but reasonably so.

...Someone's Here...

You had been out doing who knows what, when you eventually passed by a more sketchy part of town. Maybe not a great idea, but then you heard laughter coming from a dark alleyway. Just quiet giggles at first, but then it eventually evolved into manic, jittery laughter. By this point, your interest had been piqued, so you decided to take a look inside the alley, and what you saw... was shocking.

There was a young man in a straightjacket, covered in blood. He was wearing a mouth guard, presumably to protect someone from biting and spitting. One half of his face was adorned with a black mask and a distinct red eye mark, while the other half contained only a red eye that seemed out of place on this man. Once you had noticed all this, the laughter suddenly stopped as an eerie, sing-song voice called out to you.

"Come out, come out, wherever you areeeeee~" he cooed, standing up, curiously without the use of his arms. His movements all seem very whimsical and creepy, purely because he never even tries to use his arms for this, as any sane person would. Without warning, he suddenly begins heading for you. What do you do?

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(( Feel free to ignore, interact if not tagged, or ask for your tag to be removed! Mods that play Kokichi or Kotoko on any blog in any capacity, please DNI! All sprites by me, do not use!! ))

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@medium-saihara @askmikan-tsumiki @sillylittledetective @locallockerstalker @little-miss-succubus @mikado-sannoji (I couldn't remember the URL of your new blog :'3) @ultimate-name-not-found @ask-ultimate-fashionista @ultimate-aikido-master @tsumugishirogone @maki-the-assassin @rich-bitch-togami @human-monokuma @ultimate-aikido-master @ultimate-rider @unknown-ultimates @kurokuma-gang @wafflebot-masters-redemption @the-friendly-entomologist @ask-miu-iruma @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @ask-an-ultimate-despair @paint-and-mirrors and anyone else!

[locallockerstalker]

Flick. They instinctively pulled out their knife and pressed it to Ouma's neck. Their fingers struggled to situate on the trigger of the pepper spray, breathing raggedly. It took him a moment to suck it up and spray, lips pressing together in pity. "I-I said I'd use it, s-sorry..."

...Someone's Here...

You had been out doing who knows what, when you eventually passed by a more sketchy part of town. Maybe not a great idea, but then you heard laughter coming from a dark alleyway. Just quiet giggles at first, but then it eventually evolved into manic, jittery laughter. By this point, your interest had been piqued, so you decided to take a look inside the alley, and what you saw... was shocking.

There was a young man in a straightjacket, covered in blood. He was wearing a mouth guard, presumably to protect someone from biting and spitting. One half of his face was adorned with a black mask and a distinct red eye mark, while the other half contained only a red eye that seemed out of place on this man. Once you had noticed all this, the laughter suddenly stopped as an eerie, sing-song voice called out to you.

"Come out, come out, wherever you areeeeee~" he cooed, standing up, curiously without the use of his arms. His movements all seem very whimsical and creepy, purely because he never even tries to use his arms for this, as any sane person would. Without warning, he suddenly begins heading for you. What do you do?

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(( Feel free to ignore, interact if not tagged, or ask for your tag to be removed! Mods that play Kokichi or Kotoko on any blog in any capacity, please DNI! All sprites by me, do not use!! ))

-

@medium-saihara @askmikan-tsumiki @sillylittledetective @locallockerstalker @little-miss-succubus @mikado-sannoji (I couldn't remember the URL of your new blog :'3) @ultimate-name-not-found @ask-ultimate-fashionista @ultimate-aikido-master @tsumugishirogone @maki-the-assassin @rich-bitch-togami @human-monokuma @ultimate-aikido-master @ultimate-rider @unknown-ultimates @kurokuma-gang @wafflebot-masters-redemption @the-friendly-entomologist @ask-miu-iruma @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @ask-an-ultimate-despair @paint-and-mirrors and anyone else!

[locallockerstalker]

His lips pressed together in thought. "Cuddles," he said firmly after a moment or so. "I-I really like cuddles, so I g-guess that would be what I'm most excited f-for. They're nice and warm, make me feel wanted."

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

Saihara's breath hitched, lips pursed together as his eyes danced around the area, surveying his best escape method. Gently wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, the boy grabbed a can of pepper spray from his bag, brandishing the tall can.

"St-Stay away! I have a weapon and I'm n-not afraid to use it!" What a lie, Saihara could never physically harm someone, even for their own safety. Digging around in his pocket, his hands landed on the hilt of a pocket knife, thumb grazing the switch to flick it out as he prepared to show it off if necessary.

...Someone's Here...

You had been out doing who knows what, when you eventually passed by a more sketchy part of town. Maybe not a great idea, but then you heard laughter coming from a dark alleyway. Just quiet giggles at first, but then it eventually evolved into manic, jittery laughter. By this point, your interest had been piqued, so you decided to take a look inside the alley, and what you saw... was shocking.

There was a young man in a straightjacket, covered in blood. He was wearing a mouth guard, presumably to protect someone from biting and spitting. One half of his face was adorned with a black mask and a distinct red eye mark, while the other half contained only a red eye that seemed out of place on this man. Once you had noticed all this, the laughter suddenly stopped as an eerie, sing-song voice called out to you.

"Come out, come out, wherever you areeeeee~" he cooed, standing up, curiously without the use of his arms. His movements all seem very whimsical and creepy, purely because he never even tries to use his arms for this, as any sane person would. Without warning, he suddenly begins heading for you. What do you do?

-

(( Feel free to ignore, interact if not tagged, or ask for your tag to be removed! Mods that play Kokichi or Kotoko on any blog in any capacity, please DNI! All sprites by me, do not use!! ))

-

@medium-saihara @askmikan-tsumiki @sillylittledetective @locallockerstalker @little-miss-succubus @mikado-sannoji (I couldn't remember the URL of your new blog :'3) @ultimate-name-not-found @ask-ultimate-fashionista @ultimate-aikido-master @tsumugishirogone @maki-the-assassin @rich-bitch-togami @human-monokuma @ultimate-aikido-master @ultimate-rider @unknown-ultimates @kurokuma-gang @wafflebot-masters-redemption @the-friendly-entomologist @ask-miu-iruma @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @ask-an-ultimate-despair @paint-and-mirrors and anyone else!

[locallockerstalker]

"N-No! I'm...'m fine, Ouma-san..." He murmured, glancing down. "I'm okay, 's okay..." His lips parted as he repeated himself, rubbing his eyes gently.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."

@the-real-kokichi-ouma

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.

[locallockerstalker]

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

⸸ POOR, POOR BOY

You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.

The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.

This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.

@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.