The world was filled with utter despair. I was unsure of what to do after Junk Monokuma killed my parents. I needed to do something. Just like my idol, Haiji Towa. Haiji Towa was the leader of the Resistance. I always wanted to join but I was far too young. I mean, not that young, but too young, I guess. He was so sexy but he was 22 years old. I was only 6 years younger than him, at the age of 16. Haiji had claimed he liked his girls young, so I guess I wasn't an option. Until one day...
I was a scavenger, and talentless. I ran through the streets of the city half-naked in a shirt made of scraps and a skirt made of flesh. I wasn't very attractive. That didn't matter. I was trying to hide from the monsters. My only weapon was a pencil, as my talent I thought I was supposed to have was the SHSL Illustrator. I loved to illustrate books because illustrations were cool and fun to do. One day I found an abandoned Walmart. I went inside and got a fresh pair of new clothes and hot Nikes not sponsored. Then, I went back to the garbage can where I sleep, which is sad, and left my old garments.
Then I was back on the run. I was jumping around like a monkey trying to avoid the ball monokinis. I couldn't fight anymore though, so I quivered up into a ball of fear on the street. Suddenly, a figure appeared. Not another monokuma! I thought with fear in my eyeballs. Then I recognized the figure by his slick jawline and greasy hair. It was him! It was really him! Haiji Towa has come to my rescue. I always saw Haiji as a hero but I knew others thought he was a coward and a freak. But I was different. Haiji strutted up to the ball monokumas. He smacked one and then Komaru was close behind him. Komaru used her powerful megaphone hacking gun.
"Are you okay?" Haiji extended a hand to me. I uncurled and smiled. It was truly him.
"Yeah, just a little scraped up." I stood up, and my realization of what I had stolen from the Walmart clicked. I was wearing such a revealing outfit! The skirt was way too short for my own good! I threw my hands down to my waist to cover. Haiji looked away realizing how awkward the situation was. It was tense. I noticed how tense his legs were and imagined his tight buttcheeks. I blushed.
Komaru spoke up, Toko hidden behind her. "What's your name?"
"Y/N" I answered quietly. I soon also noticed I have practically a crop top on. Haiji stepped back, with each step his cheeks clapped. I pretended not to notice all the cake. "What about you guys?" I asked, even though I knew who they were by heart.
"Haiji. Haiji Towa. Behind me, these fine ladies are Komaru and Toko." His lips were thin and crusted but with each word they looked beautiful. I smiled and blushed, clearly he noticed how flustered I was. I held my hands together tightly. "Would you like to come with us? I'm part of the Resistance. We're against these evil monokuma beasts." He held out his hand once more, his gentle, soft fingies looked so nice. I placed my hand in his and I was pulled closer to him. I soon noticed one of his arms was broken.
"I'll happily join you and the girls." I felt so nice close to him. Finally, my dream was coming true. I was with Haiji Towa. Kinda.
We, as a group, walked off. Komaru led the way. But soon as night fell, I could feel that we were lost. "How about we split up?" Suggested Toko nervously, she touched her braids with her sweaty hands.
"Sure. Sounds good. The secret entrance to the secret base has to be around here somewhere, right?" Komaru said with hopefulness.
Haiji took a moment to answer. "Yeah," he murmured eventually, "Toko, you go with Komaru, and I and Y/N can go our separate ways together."
I felt my face redden at the thought of being alone with Haiji. What would we do together? "Okay," I said. Haiji and I slip off into the night together. We turned many corners silently. Eventually, Haiji broke the silence with his beautiful words.
The first thing he asked was, "How old are you, Y/N?"
"I'm only 16," I replied quickly.
"Months or years?"
I stood there with a dumbfounded look on my face. Then I felt silly. He was probably joking. But maybe he liked me, but that's impossible. His preference is everything BUT me. "Years," I laughed.
Haiji didn't laugh. Perhaps he was serious. "That's cool." We kept walking. "Are you alone? Like, out here?"
"Yeah, my parents were killed by Junk Monokumas. It was tragic, I guess. I've learned to move on though, fight and fend for myself."
"Wow," Haiji looked at me, his eyes shining with the moonlight and perhaps a layer of grease. He pushed me against the wall behind me. I felt his breath on my neck. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down. "Be quiet." He whispered. Could this be really happening?
Suddenly an army of monokumas walked by us. Oh, that's why. I heard their footsteps trample the ground, robotic and loud. Haiji held me close, but I was careful not to damage his cast, I was worried about hurting his poor wittle bwoken arm. After several minutes the monokumas passed. Haiji stood up first, then I followed. He looked me in the eyes, holding my face in his hand. It was soft. I was frightened. Was he going to kill me? I blinked. Haiji pulled his hand away.
"Sorry just checking for scratches." I was blushing again, gosh. He could totally tell. I touched my knees together nervously.
"Haiji, I'm... I'm scared." I began to whimper slightly. Haiji touched my shoulder and I looked up quickly. His face was confident. Surprisingly, confident. He reassured me with a hug. My fat boobs touched his cast. Good thing the hand was broken so that he couldn't feel it.
As we pulled away, I looked him in the face. "Haiji, I gotta admit something. I think I might... have feelings for you. But I think I'm too old." I whimpered. Haiji bit his lip. He took his hand and brushed the strand of hair in front of my face to the side. His eyes glimmered with piss at me.
"Y/N, you're perfect for my standards." He grinned and we leaned in for the smooch.
