june catch-all [open]

[trialbyliar]

Who: Kokichi Ouma and whoever wants to bother him this month
When: Throughout June
What: Catch-all!

((OOC: Tidy lil place for all Kokichi happenings this month. Feel free to throw your own wildcard starters at me, or hit me up OOC @ tinybro or orbynit#4811 if you wanna plan something specific! I might add general open starters to this later, I just wanna get planned shit going first.))

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[unsurely]

[ Sometimes, you're in the 2-C homeroom after everyone's left for club or their other activities, just puzzling over your homework for tomorrow in peace and quiet. And sometimes, what breaks that peace is a series of muffled noises overhead, like something pretty heavy scrambling around through the ceiling. Or maybe the students in the homeroom above this one are moving something...? It's hard to tell, what with the layer of drywall distorting the sounds -- but it's enough to have Shuichi looking, interrupted enough from his studies to pay attention around him. ]

Whoa...!?

[ He almost yelps out loud, a strangled response that's only choked back in his throat partway through and then covered up by the louder crash of the tile as it crumbles across a desk. A cloud of dust rises quickly into the air, and even past the forearm he managed to lift by reflex, it stings at his eyes and he stops to cough. Somewhere in the middle, he realizes, he stood up without meaning to, and the pen falls from his fingers to roll across the floor. He barely minds it right now, rushing closer to the gap he can see in the ceiling.

And then, there's the familiar figure climbing out. ]

O-Ouma-kun!? What in the world are you--

[ The very next moment, he sees it -- the flash of red from the other's clothes, though it isn't that clear in motion so as to pinpoint what did it. But there's still only one possibility that stands out. ]

Y-You're injured!?

[ It's enough to have Shuichi run over the rest of the distance, fueled by sheer panic as he reaches to help Ouma not fall from the desks once he lands. It isn't an elegant process -- just one hand on whatever he catches of the other's back, and the second scrambling hurriedly to grip fabric around his arm, or maybe act as a lifeline for Ouma himself to grab onto if he can. The only thing he can think of, really, is not letting him fall; the rest can come after. ]

[trialbyliar]

[He'd been hoping for an empty room. Apparently he isn't that lucky.

Kokichi's righting himself from his rapid tumblr out of the ceiling crawlspace when there's suddenly someone in his personal space, a hand grabbing at his arm making him wince as it jostles the new injury. And looking up, an expression of horror briefly crosses his face. Apparently, he is in fact the most unlucky person on earth, because this is the last person he wanted to run into right now.

It's not about avoidance or anything like that. Shuichi's immediately fussing and Kokichi can't even appreciate it, eyes darting up to the hole in the ceiling and ears straining for any sign he was followed. He still sees nothing, but his worst fears are confirmed anyway when one of the ceiling tile shards suddenly whips through the air at them.]

Shit–

[Kokichi ducks to dodge it, blindly grabbing at Shuichi to try to tug him out of the way as well. And then he's moving, no time to respond properly or check if Shuichi's alright. He grabs the other's hand and bolts for the door, dragging the detective along with him.]