Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

4.13 - Triggering

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

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"Prairie-"

"No."

"Please don't be angry with me, I just-"

"Five."

"I'm sorry I made Kiibo turn down the sleepover. Look, even Kiibo warned me you'd be angry if you found out, but I already did it and I can't take my actions back-"

"So I should forgive you for babying me again since it's over and done with? Wow, your logic is flawed," I grunt, arms and legs crossed in an irate display that Rantaro winces at from where he stands. He tries to step forward, but I reach behind me and grab another pillow from my bed to launch it at his face.

He steps back after it hits him, bangs and hair messy from how many I've thrown at him thus far. Although he makes an effort to try and catch most of them, they all more or less still hit him since he catches them when they make contact. If they weren't pillows, maybe he'd put more effort into catching them...

Or maybe he's just that clumsy of an oaf.

"Stay back, you lying wart!" I snap, reaching back and feeling my temper spike just a little when I realize I've exhausted my supply of ammo. I go for the next best thing- my slipper from my foot. Rather than throw it at him, I yank it off my left foot and stand up from my bed. "Actually, y'know what? Get over here!"

Rantaro backpedals at that, dropping the pillow in his hands to hold them up to defend himself.

"Isn't this going a little too far-?!" He asks, turning and racing away from me when I bolt to try and get in a good few whacks. My slippers are soft and plushy, not exactly a painful deliverance of justice on a silver platter...but at least it makes me feel good when I eventually corner him by my shower and start whacking him over and over. "Okay! Okay, I worded it badly, but I get it! You're thinking, 'if he did it just now, he'll do it again in the future'. I had a lapse in judgment and I'm sorry!"

I stop attacking him with my slipper.

...

"If you wanna make it up to me, just make sure you're there to help me bake later," I eventually say, causing a sheepish expression to cross his features as he looks up at me from the defensive position on the floor he's taken. Oh yeah, he's not escaping that one by any metric. I expect him to comply entirely. "You have to stay with me during the entire baking process. No breaks without permission, no extending said breaks to unnecessary long periods of time, no leaving early or sneaking off, got it? If you break my rules, I'll be mad at you forever!"

He forces himself to nod.

"Oh, and!" I say, pulling my slipper back on and scurrying over to my dresser where I've stowed away something I put together with needlework while hanging out with the girls last night after Kiibo left. "You have to wear this during the baking process."

As soon as I turn and reveal the garment...Rantaro, simply put, blanches with a pale expression. As soon as he sees the frilly rose colored apron with an iron on graphic embroidery reading "Cooking Mama", I can see his compliance die out in an instant.