Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

4.13 - Triggering

"No," he flat out responds.

I cock my head to the side, lowering the garment with a curious stare. He said it so quickly...maybe I need to reiterate the gravity of his mistakes.

He grunts when I toss the apron at him with a smile, the snot-green haired teen fumbling to catch it with an expression of extreme distaste as he stares down at it. It looks like he's trying to burn it with his glare.

"It's okay, you can give it some more thought. Your pride or your integrity- you can choose which to sacrifice. If you sacrifice your integrity though, don't expect me to be very nice. Until then, I'll treat you exactly how you want me to. So!" I clap my hands together for a moment and reach out to whirl him around. He's stunned, but hardly can do anything since I'm already pushing him towards the door and swinging it open. "Get out of my room, dirtbag."

Rantaro stumbles as I give him a shove out, turning around one last time with the apron at hand.

"Prairie-!" He tries to say moments before I slam the door shut on his attempts.

"Don't 'Prairie' me!" I shout from the other side of the door, locking and turning to rest my back against the surface with a heavy sigh.

Now that he's gone...I feel a surprising wave of exhaustion roll over me. I have to admit, it was nice still seeing him even though he's upset me. Now that he's not here anymore, I can't help but feel tired and somewhat apathetic.

Maybe I should have told him about my panic attack last night? And the...Kirumi incident?

And yet, the thought only brings about waves of embarrassment. There's some level of shame bringing up the fact I had a freak out in my sleep at the time- especially since I know what it might result in if I tell him in particular about it or Kirumi's new attempt. He might vindicate himself of his beliefs and go back to the overprotective Rantaro that tried to control me into playing everything safe.

Now that I'm thinking about it though...he at least came here to see me about the topic of intimidating Kiibo out of sleeping over even though he could have gone the Kiibo route- denying it every which way since I don't actually have proof it was him. Granted, it's obvious it was him, but he could still deny it and pretend he had nothing to do with it, so owning up to it is a nice fact.

Still, I think I'm going to keep it to myself for now. Tenko and Kokichi are the only ones that know I've had a panic attack, and they haven't happened often enough to cause alarm. Both only saw one panic attack each, and I've managed to get a hold of myself thanks to repeating Kokichi's tips in my head until it's all I can focus on during one.

It's annoying to be thankful for his help for any reason , but I try not to think about it so much. At least Tenko has proven herself to be just as helpful- so I can run to her if something like his happens again. I doubt she'd tell anyone this was a thing, considering she acted like she normally would upon waking up- what with being focused more on Himiko and dragging her-

...

Anyways, I finally start changing out of my jammies and into my warm ultimate outfit.

I'm out of my room in record time, steeling myself for morning breakfast with the intense characters of our group. Just thinking about having to talk and respond to them if they ask me something is already making me even more exhausted, and I haven't even done much. Well, other than chasing Rantaro around, I guess. I suppose I'll just have to take today easy, even though I need to practice singing, get the baking with Rantaro done, and-