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May mini-event
05/10 Charity Auction
On Monday morning, each glass case in the auditorium has been fitted with a small scanner similar to the one on the vending machines, at which one's PDA can be pressed against to bid a chosen number of merit points. Bidding is open all day, discouraged during class time and so the bidding rush happens at lunch and after school until closing at 5:45 when students are set to start leaving for home. Bids are anonymous while in process— or, as anonymous as can be while staring daggers over your friend's shoulder daring them to outbid you— but the winning bids and bidders are posted at the front of the auditorium at the end of the day.
Among the list are:
Among the list are:
| Item One free investigation by the Ultimate Detective Handmade blanket One free consultation with the Criminal Consultant Sick backflip lessons Self-defense lessons Studying sessions Boyfriend with Hajun Yeon for a day Pair of carved wooden birds Boyfriend with Natsume Sakasaki for a week GameBoy Color with Power Quest, Monopoly, and Pokemon TCG Nerf gun Cursed chalk Dinner with the principal Body-chan (not actually listed as Body-chan) | Winning bid 25 20 20 10 10 10 40 20 40 35 25 15 40 99 | Winner M Arisu G Tanaka M Arisu N Handa T Sato Y Ueno C Kudo R Arata C Kudo S Ishigami N Yashiro H Arisu S Ishigami K Ouma |
Body-chan
Rights to the body belong to Kokichi. The case as a whole cannot physically be moved away from the wall or out of the auditorium, and the lid will not open unless he taps his PDA, screen unlocked via fingerprint, against the sensor. He does not have to open it today, or even after time is up at the end of the week and the body and case will be removed if yet unclaimed— as long as the body has been in the case, it has never changed from appearing to be at the brink of death.
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I said compared to the people who didn't show up. [Even if the embarrassment hasn't left his face, he still manages to shoot Ouma a Look.] There's one other person who cares about you more, still... I don't need to spell it out for you who it is, do I?
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I've had a rough night, y'know. So don't waste my time just hinting at things.
[Maybe you do need to spell it out. Because as smart as he is, that's not something he lets himself think about. It's an express lane to disappointment.]
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The second reason is that in that moment he realizes Ouma doesn’t know, and all Hinata can think is, Oh.]
...Alright, then.
[This is probably a situation that calls for a lot more delicacy than Hinata is about to use. But he doesn’t even give himself the chance to overthink it.]
The one that cares about you the most is Saihara. And because he cares about what happens to you, I care about you, too.
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A beat, like he's giving Hinata a chance to say something else – a qualifier or a denial or whatever – and then his response is cool and unimpressed.]
What makes you think that, huh? Has he actually said that to you, or are you just interpreting things however makes you feel better? Hinata-chan's a nice guy, so I bet you want everyone to get along, riiight?
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If he's reacting in this way, it has to mean something, right? It's something too important to ignore.]
Everyone getting along is nice, but thinking that everyone will is naive. [For a second, he wonders if what he's about to say is enough - what if he doesn't believe Hinata, or finds it lacking? But it was enough to give him the conviction to talk to Ouma, so maybe it'll be enough for him too.] As for Saihara... he's a person that runs on logic. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that. And maybe you do know him better than I do, knowing him from before this place. [His voice gets a little quieter with his next words.] But I've never seen him drop everything as fast as he did when he saw that message. Not for anybody.
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Unfortunately, they're also similar in their mental blocks when it comes to things like this, even if the causes are different. Sure, he can tease and flirt and joke endlessly, but ultimately it's all harmless because it'll never go anywhere. He's plenty aware of how much people dislike him. The best he can hope for is being memorable.
Another brief pause, and then he heaves a sigh, wearing a bored, almost annoyed face.]
Sooo you're just interpreting things however you like. Jeez, I shouldn't have told you that lie back at the meeting. I didn't think it'd turn you into a shipper...
[ can't believe hinata ships saiou smh ]
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Aren't you the one interpreting things how you like, now? That's twice already that you've assumed romantic feelings, you know.
[Kind of might say something, maybe.
His argument feels shakier now that Ouma's tried to strike it down... But he's held onto less for far worse circumstances. He's never seen Saihara move that fast before; the image of him jumping up is still burned into his brain, and Hinata lets that give him strength now.]
It feels like you're insisting pretty hard about something that I'm apparently just reading too much into.
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However off-balance he was before, it seems like he's gotten back into his groove. He affects a surprised expression, poking one of his own cheeks.]
Ehh? Of course I'd assume romantic feelings with this cute face! I'm super popular, y'know!
[Yeah, right. He doesn't even bother waiting for a reaction before giving up on that one, dropping the cute schtick and rolling his eyes.]
But that's a lie. You're just easy to mess with. Seems like you read too much into everything, huh?
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It's not the first time somebody's said I'm easy to mess with... I guess there might be something to it.
[There is. He just hates it.]
Sometimes I wonder if you aren't lying when you say something's a lie. [It's something he says offhandedly, sighing as he rubs the back of his neck, but part of him wonders if it's possible. It's not the first time he's thought about it.] How the hell am I even supposed to tell?
[It kind of drives him up the wall sometimes, but... He supposes he should expect that sort of eccentric behavior out of an Ultimate; it's the reason he's cat-herding his class half of the time.]
That aside... would it really be such an awful thing if I were right?
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(And maybe there's some tiny part of him, detached from the current conversation, that genuinely is. This guy is more perceptive than Kokichi had given him credit for. It'd be interesting...y'know, if he weren't using it to prod at giant raw spots.)]
So stubborn... [ gosh shippers sure are determined ] Fineee. It'd be sooo nice! Who wouldn't want a loser like that clinging to them? That's just what I need in a place like this!
[The sarcasm is heavy and biting. At least, that's what it sounds like. We don't need to be second-guessing the truthfulness of every little thing he says.
Kokichi shrugs grandly, bloodied hands spread wide.]
So what about it?
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[Up until that point, his voice has been something somber - but then he shoots Ouma a half-grin, part snark and part self-deprication.]
But that's just some lame advice from the guy who looks into everything too much, right?
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He doesn't like how deep this guy hits. It reminds him eerily of Shuichi – Shuichi at his most determined, in those moments when he was really trying to make some kind of connection, effort beyond what any of the others ever bothered with. It'd be thrilling in that same way, if Hinata wasn't set on picking at wounds Kokichi's been ignoring in hopes they'd heal up on their own.
But he's ready for it now, at least. He accepts the blow with an unwaveringly bored expression, killing the mood of Hinata's protag moment a bit with an idle attempt on Kokichi's part to blow his long bangs out of his face. He lets Hinata say his piece with an almost indulgent air, all fine fine whatever, and after the finisher he gives it a moment to settle. Then he flashes Hinata a smile in return, cheery and bright and utterly empty of sincerity.]
At least you're self-aware! Silver linings, right?
[A patronizing lil pat on the shoulder, careless of the blood on his hands or the fact that he has to reach up to manage it.]
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He sees the blood there, and for the first time a genuinely upset expression flits across his face. Hinata never really had a thing about blood before; doctors were never an issue or anything growing up. And he can still stomach seeing it, during the times that he has to, but having it on him-
Breathe. Ouma's alive, it's fine. In reality, that moment doesn't last even a second, so Hinata rolls his shoulders back as he scoffs.]
Well, you won't listen to me any other way, will you? A silver lining only you benefit from.