Requested by @Fransthemacthmaker. I tried to keep it realistic and I just want to say that if I portrayed being bipolar wrong, I'm extremely sorry. Kind of angsty. Also I'm still not ure if DRV3 has a canon arcade room. Enjoy!
Fic title: That Could Be Nice.
Y/N's POV
I was fine. I was okay. It was going to be fine.
I was locked away in my room, writing as usual. My talent? The Ultimate Unlucky Student. Bet you didn't see that one coming, did you?
Despite my talent, I was going to be okay.
I smiled at what I'd written. It was less a story, more a diary entry. It was still nice to read. Positive vibes, am I right?
My mood was weird. Too hyper. Not hungry despite having not left my room for the entire day. Not even remotely tired despite fear keeping me awake at night. What was I even scared so much those nights ago? Sure, Rantaro and Kaede died, but nobody would kill me, with or without my talent.
But I still locked myself away. Weird.
I closed my book and traced the cover with my fingertips. Y/N L/N, diary. The pages were almost full.
I looked at my locked door. Eh, no harm in leaving. I had words, vocal verbal words, that I had to get out of my system anyway. I'd be fine. It'd all be okay.
I took an umbrella since I could hear the rain outside. Nobody would be out, probably, apart from a few oddballs who liked the rain. So, not overcrowded but with a few people here and there. Perfect.
I left my dorm with the door unlocked, barely even thinking about it as I strolled to the arcade room. Anything to get the energy out.
Then, a familiar face poked his head around the corner of the school's main entrance door. "Hey hey hey!" He greeted. Kokichi Oma, the SHSL Supreme Leader and a great human being, despite his... odd, nature.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked.
Kokichi looked at me confused. "What did you say? Speak slower."
I went a bit red for a second. I forgot just how fast I could talk when I was in a better mood than usual. "I just said 'hey, how's it going?'."
"Oh, it's good." He smiled. "You?"
"On and off." I shrugged. "I'm going to the arcade room, want to come?"
He pondered the offer for a sec. "Why not? Sure, it's not as exciting as a killing game, but it'll do."
Kokichi fell into step with me as I put down my umbrella and swung it at my sides. The arcade room was empty, so I immediately ran to the DDR machine and went to get a coin to put it. Then I realised that I forgot my purse. I sighed.
"Here." Kokichi handed me a coin and put his own coin in the other machine. "If I win, you owe me."
"Ha! Try me, Oma!"
3rd Person POV
They chose the hardest song in the system. And Y/N, despite her talent, aced it.
Kokichi, however, had two left feet.
It was pretty funny; Kokichi flopping around and cursing up a storm (worse than Iruma) and Y/N not even focussing on the machine and acing it perfectly.
Kokichi huffed and said. "Fine. Guess I owe you a Panta or something." He was smiling, though. "Maybe we should get a bite to eat? I haven't seen you leave your room all day."
"Is the great Kokichi Oma worried about little old me?"
"Pfft! Don't flatter yourself." He scoffed defiantly, still smiling. "I guess I'll leave you be then. See you later, Y/N."
Then, Y/N really did get unlucky that night.
Y/N's POV
I felt awful again. My highs were so... dumb. They gave me breathing space, sure, but they lead me into a false sense of security. I didn't want to leave my room tomorrow. I was going to die, and I deserve to. I was just some cocky show-off with no flirting skills at all. I'd die alone at this rate.
I suddenly felt so hungry and thirsty. So tired. So... scared. There was no better word for it. Fear had cocooned me and swept me away from myself.
Then, there was a knock.
I opened the door to find Kokichi Oma standing there. He was holding a knife. A bloody knife.
"Yeah, I need a favour."
I rubbed my eyes. "No. Not now. I'm struggling."
Kokichi's eyes were wide. "Y/N, I'm begging you. I didn't kill someone. Look. Just look."
There was a deep knife wound on his shoulder. And in his stomach.
"I don't want to die in such a useless way. I don't want to be boring." He whispered. "Please, Y/N, don't let me die."
I was obviously hating myself. I didn't deserve Kokichi, I didn't deserve anyone. However, I'd hate herself even more if I let Kokichi die like this.
I rubbed my eyes again and took the knife. "Okay, who did this to you? If you die, I need your answer right now."
I was fumbling around for a first aid kit. Of course it was a killing game so there wasn't one. Time to improvise.
"It was..." a cough racked his whole body. He winced and his legs buckled.
"No, no, don't die on me." I demanded, "Not today, not any day, just... no. Not right now."
"Maki. I don't know why, maybe she was sick of my lying or something... She left me to die and so I stumbled over here." He coughed heavily again.
I took a bandage and started wrapping it around his stomach, ordering him to lie down. I just felt so... tired. The stress was unbearable. "Kokichi... Oh God, why now?"
Kokichi's attitude changed. "Come on, don't cry. Not in front of me."
Was I crying? I barely even noticed. The stress had crumbled my walls and now I was panicking, hating, upset with myself and everyone, even Kokichi.
I tried desperately to pull myself together. Kokichi needed me, and I needed him.
Kokichi looked over at me desperately. I turned to him. "Right, we can do this. Hold your hands over your abdomen and shoulder and shoulder to stop the bleeding and whatever you do, do not fall asleep. Stay awake at all costs. Judging by the depth of the wound it needed to be stitched up.
"Okay, I'm going to take the bandage off of you and sew up your wound."
"Y/N, take deep breaths. I trust you." Kokichi said.
"You're just lying so that I help you faster so that you can fuck off!" Y/N barked angrily.
"Y/N, that's not true. Please, calm yourself down for a sec." Kokichi clutched his stomach harder. "Breathe. I trust you'll help me. I trust that you know what your doing, in a good state of mind or not."
I drew a deep breath and started threading the thread through the eye of the needle, my hands shaking violently. I did feel a bit calmer now. As badly as I hated myself, I had to try for Kokichi.
I started stitching up the wound, the blood barely bothering me in my dazed and depressed state. Kokichi helped me wrap the bandage around him again and I started cleaning his shoulder wound.
"It's okay." Kokichi promised. "Thank you. I wouldn't be here without you."
I didn't reply.
"You don't like yourself much, do you?"
Again, no reply.
Kokichi sighed. "I think you're pretty great, y'know. Not boring, at least. I... I want to repay you for helping me by helping you. Would that be okay?"
I turned to look at him. I nod slowly.
"That could be nice."
Word count - 1307.