Poor tomoya,seeing how he LITERALLY had panic attack upon of using Kou(they deserve better) as shield to block the guns.It make me wonder what trauma he suffered during his childhood.
I am so glad,Akira was there comfort him.Honestly,I am getting to point where Idc whether they are friends or lovers.They deserve each other.
As another school day wrapped up, Akira decided to invite Katsuhiko with her to the gym. Normally, she went alone, considering Katsuhiko was always busy. However, since he did have some free time, he decided to spend it wisely by accompanying his girlfriend.
Once at the gym, Akira got her setup and started doing her usual reps. Katsuhiko was more passive, mainly there in case Akira needed something. Admittedly, he was just watching Akira work out the entire time. The gym was pretty quiet... kind of boring, honestly.
Abruptly, Akira gets a genius idea.
"Katsu!"
Akira calls out, getting her boyfriend's attention.
"Could you help me out here?"
The purple-haired streamer was on the ground, with the intent to do sit-ups. To do them properly, she needed someone to hold her feet down so they wouldn't move.
Seeing nothing wrong with giving her assistance, the white-haired debater went up and did as he was asked. He was impressed by how much Akira could do in just one rep.
As she finishes up, she takes the opportunity. With one final sit-up, she sneaks Katsuhiko a little kiss on the lips. This caught him off guard, so much so that the poor guy had to pause and evaluate what happened.
"Something the matter? You look a little... red."
Akira mused, pushing some hair out of Katsuhiko's face.
"You know what you did."
He utters in contempt (to the best of his ability, aka, not at all) while Akira just sits there, smiling like she didn't absolutely nothing wrong.
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[AkiKatsu week created by my friend Star on the DrHD discord server!]
Tomoya: (calling Akira on the phone) I'll be sure to keep in touch!
Akira: (on the other end) Oh. By the way, Tomoya. Can I tell you something?
Tomoya: (confused) What?
Akira: (sing-song) Tsundere service!~
Tomoya: (realizing that his Tsundere Akira fantasies are coming true)
Akira: (in the most deadpan voice possible) Don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm worried about you or anything. But if you don't come back, I'll never forgive you.
I can tell someone is gonna cry. (If nobody cries I will, so I will be right)
Akira stared at it with a horrified look on her face. What the fuck. This-This wasn't supposed to happen. "Aaah... Aaaaah!" Chiemi let out in fear, her legs trembling. Yumeo clicked his tongue, looking away with a pained expression.
"...No..." Akira whispered, her vision slowly getting blurry. She was frozen in shock, she couldn't react properly. What? What kind of bullshit was this? What the fuck?
DING DONG BING BONG
"Everyone, it pains me to announce that a body has been discovered. Please, report to the kitchen."* Kou's voice was heard from the speakers. That made Akira snap back to reality.
Because, in the kitchen...
Was the body of Tomoya Morita, who had been drowned in the sink.
"TOMOYA!!"
Yumeo and Chiemi flinched when they heard Akira shout. The purple haired woman ran to Tomoya's body.
"TOMOYA!! T-Tomoya, come on, wake up, this is not funny!!" she pleaded as she shook the therapist's body, her voice filled with fesr and panic. This might have been the third time they have seen her like this. The first time was when Kou announced the killing game, and the second one was when the motives where announced.
"A-Akira..." Chiemi whimpered, watching the pathetic and unsuccessful attempts of the Internet sensation to try and wake up the therapist.
"No... Tomoya, come on..! Y-You told me... You told me we were all gonna escape! You told me no one would kill!" Akira cried out, a desperate smile on her face as her hands were set on the brunet's shoulders. "Y-You said... you said you loved me..!" she whispered the last part, tears streaming down her face. But Chiemi and Yumeo heard it perfectly. They could only watch as the Internet sensation cried, pathetically attempting to wake up the very mucn dead therapist as the others slowly entered the kitchen.