Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

4.12 - It Can Be Our Little Secret

A/N: The above art is my own work and for my own use only! The new remastered Sprite! :D

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I open the dormitory building doors and rush inside from the cold, the chatter to my teeth having returned during my rush to get back inside where I'm sure Kirumi wouldn't be (hopefully). Looking up, I can see my room door open from the lower floor, making me hurry to meet the others up the steps.

"I'm back!" I say, jumping in and closing the door behind me after taking a headcount of the group in my room. Tenko, Himiko, Angie...and myself.

Maybe I should have invited Maki along too? But...

"Where's Kiibo? Is he grabbing something from his room? Like his, um...charger?" I ask curiously, taking a moment to glance back over my shoulder to make sure Kiibo isn't about to leap out from the shadows to call me a robophobe.

"He's momentarily waiting in his room! After all, he can't be allowed in here while you're changing into your pajamas," Angie explains with a grin, surprising me when she suddenly stands and walks over to undo the bow of my shawl. Without warning she begins pulling at my belt and coat, making me yelp and jerk back in panic. My back presses flat against the door while I watch Angie giggle brightly to herself.

"W-What are you doing?" I ask, dodging her lunge towards me so I can dash behind Himiko's seated form. She snags my jacket sleeve, prompting me to wrangle myself out of it and look to the visibly unbothered red head that's simply watching the chaos unfold. My eyes meet hers just as I get my arm free of my jacket. "A little help here?!"

"Nyeh...I can't get up...I napped for too long today and no one came to wake me up on time...no one around for me to sap mana from..." Himiko answers lazily, rubbing one of her eyes as I stare at her incredulously.

Seriously?!

I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel Angie capturing me by throwing her arms entirely around my waist. My nerves spike, making me squeal a little at the ticklish sensation that arises when her fingers curl against my sensitive waist.

"Come on, Angie, give her a break. She's been through a lot," Tenko comments, busy with making one of the sleeping pillows fluffy. Sadly, she doesn't look like she's about to get up and come to my rescue either.

Angie's hands climb up my waist to grab a hold of my suspenders and pull, prompting me to grab her wrists so she looks at me. She's still giving me that endearing yet weird smile of hers.

"I-I don't need help undressing myself, Angie. You don't need to start ripping off my clothes!" I exclaim heatedly, desperate to relax her energy so I can reclaim my hands and rub the warmth collecting at my cheeks.

Despite my obvious discomfort, Angie giggles more and tries to pull at my suspenders again, up until I spin away from her to grab my jammies and dash behind Tenko next. She finally seems to be done with cozying the sleeping area, so she grabs hold of Angie as she passes to halt her in her tracks.

"But we must ensure your comfort! After the night you've had, I'm sure you're stressed!" Angie says as I toss my dirty clothes to the other corner of the room away from us.

"No offense, Angie, but...why do you care?" I can't help asking, even though the better part of me is insisting I simply appreciate it without questioning her. Still, it ends up slipping out. I have to know why it feels like Angie's constantly flip-flopping between disliking me and also being...concerned about me? Is she faking one of the two? Both? Furthermore, why would she be doing it all in the first place?