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fumiko nodded, walking over to the stuttering detective and taking the plushey from his hands softly. she looked at it in silence, almost pouting as she stared at the black and white object.

“i can... keep it?” she confirmed, looking up at shuichi. her expression changed from almost being sad to overwhelming joy as she hugged the whale. she buried her face in the soft material and just stood there for at least 15 seconds before lifting her head out to reveal her wet, red face. maybe it was because she couldn’t remember the last time she had a stuffed animal, maybe it was because it came from shuichi, or perhaps it was her lack of sleep; regardless, she was standing in front of shuichi, hugging a stuffed killer whale, and sobbing.

“it’s- so- cute— i- thank you! thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou—” she ran into shuichi’s arms, putting her forehead on his chest and continued to cry with the gift in hers. more words kept falling out of her mouth, but it was all muffled, unintelligible noise. a few minutes pass before she pulls herself together, sniffling as she stepped back a bit.

“...yeah.” she said, eyeing the caramels he had in his hand. fumiko didn’t want to take them if it meant letting go of the other gift he’d given her. she didn’t specify which dorm she was going to, shuichi’s was just her default.

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on the way back to his room, fumiko stood so close to shuichi that she’d unintentionally caused him to put his arm around her neck. as soon as she felt the air from outside hit her skin, she remembered that she still needed to shower. squeezing the plush a little tighter, she spoke up, “shuichi?”

once she had his attention and they stopped, her face flushed a bit, “um- i’ve gotta take a shower still and- i mean, i-if you want me to i’ll do it in my room but, uh,” she paused for a moment, embarrassed about what she hadn’t even said yet, “i was wonder- i was wondering if i could use yours instead...? it’s just that- well, with everything i-i’m... i’mscared...” the last part came out as more of a weird squeak than anything comprehensible, and she looked down at the pavement they stood on, skin getting redder for no apparent reason.

“i was also wondering if i could- if you’d let me— i-if you’d be, um, okay with...” she took a deep breath and started again, “ificouldsleepinyourclothesagain— theywerejustreallycomfy a-and soft and—”

fumiko continued to mumble things into her stuffed animal, unintentionally muffling her voice. when she finally stopped talking, she peeked up at shuichi to see his reaction— she wasn’t sure what to expect, it wasn’t like she found herself in this situation very often. well, before her life at this school began, since she seemed to get herself into these types of situations with shuichi all the time now.

(WAAAAAA IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT I HAD FUN WITH IT TOO FHEJFNFNWHGT AND DONT WORRY ABOUT THE WAIT UR GOOD SHDNNSHFBRH)

Somehow, by some incredible statistic, Shuichi had managed to catch everything Fumiko had said, despite it being an unbelievably difficult thing to do.

Shuichi's eyes widened as his face flushed simultaneously, whatever he had been expecting her to say, that had been the last thing on his mind.

"U- um, my clothes?" He spoke as if there was someone else she could've been talking to, but there really wasn't, and there really couldn't be; thank god for that. Everyone had already been asleep, and despite the school not having a single clock on its walls, it was obvious that it had been late enough for no one to be awake at that hour.

He never really thought his clothes would be something Fumiko would actually prefer sleeping in, he had never thought of his uniform as exceedingly soft or comfortable, but maybe that was because he had been living in them for the duration of their stay in the killing game.

"Of- of course!" Backpedal, Shuichi! You sound too eager!

"Um, I mean," He lowered his voice subconsciously, eyes darting all over her face before settling on the plushey (yeah we just spelling it like that now-). "I can't see exactly why, but, yeah, sure...! I just.. Want you to be comfortable." That, and the fact that Shuichi had adored the way she looked in his clothes.

Shuichi had still been extremely flustered and nervous about the usage of his shower, from Fumiko — it's not like he hated it, why would he hate it? Did he like it? Well-

Yes- Maybe- No, it was because he was a stupid little virgin emo boy who had no idea how to manage his feelings —

"Y- Yeah, you can- you can shower in my room, it's- it's just a shower after all, haha..." It was much more than that, well, to Shuichi at least.

Shuichi paused for a second, a nervous smile faltering off his face as his heart-eyes lingered on her from the side of his peripheral vision. Is it really okay to be that criminally cute? A small, silly part of him felt like she was guilty of a dangerous crime and should be arrested.

What was the crime you ask?

Calling him stinky- Stealing his heart.

After forcefully pulling himself out of his daze, Shuichi suddenly stammered over his words, feeling as though it had been hidden in a large pile of wet sand. "U- Um, oh, we're here!" Shuichi hadn't noticed how quickly they had got there, probably because he had been daydreaming of Fumiko- tired.

Shuichi fumbled with the doorknob, gasping silently to himself as he realized he left the door unlocked. Thank god everyone had been sleeping, he thought to himself in relief.

As he brought out another goddamn replica of his signature uniform, he called out as he occupied his hands. "I... Feel like this may be a bit backhanded to say, but please don't hurt yourself in the shower...!" Shuichi wouldn't be able to do anything if she did— well, technically speaking, he could, but he shouldn't.

Shuichi opened his bathroom door, attentive eyes scanning the bathroom for any nasties or secrets that he may have left in there for Fumiko to see, setting the clothes down on the sink table(what is it called-) as he thankfully hadn't caught any.

"Um, I can take the toy for you as you sh-" Just say it, you coward. "Shower. If you want." He held his hand out to take it from her.