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“Alright, since you practically begged me to help test out your new invention, you could at least tell me what it is,” Kokichi said, somewhat strained.
This was the fourth time in the last seven days that Miu had dragged Kokichi to her dorm room for help with her inventing schemes, and while Kokichi typically found humor in her variety of contraptions (and swear words), he wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with the recent trend of becoming her lab rat.
“First of all, I didn’t beg you for help—”
“Yeah you did.”
“—And second of all, you’re going to want to be a part of this.” Miu looked back at Kokichi with a wide grin, and added, “I’ve specifically designed it so sadsacks like you can get your V-card punched quickly and stylishly!”
Kokichi grimaced as Miu led him into the room.
He had had plenty of time to get used to Miu’s… interesting room arrangement; Surprisingly enough, the room was full of bits and pieces of different machines and blueprints, more reminiscent of a mad scientist’s lab than a sex dungeon like some might guess (though he didn’t dare look under her bed or in her nightstand… some things were better off a mystery.) The only available space to sit was on her bed, so he did. Kokichi watched impatiently as Miu locked the door and shuffled around the room, huffing as she looked for something.
“Don’t tell me your klutzy ass forgot where you put the invention,” Kokichi said.
“Don’t get your pretty red and yellow-striped panties in a twist— aha! Got it!” Miu said triumphantly, and held up…
…
“A pair of glasses? Really?” Kokichi said flatly.
“Not just any glasses,” Miu said, holding out the eyewear to Kokichi. “These glasses are specially engineered, one-of-a-kind, Iruma brand Romance Simulation Glasses! Or RSG if you’re too lazy to say the full name.”
“Romance simulation glasses?” Kokichi said, trying not to let his curiosity shine through as he picked up the specs, “What the hell does that mean?”
Miu merely huffed, and said, “Try ‘em on and see.”
Kokichi stared at the glasses hesitantly. The name sounded harmless enough, and he doubted Miu had the guts to do anything intentionally harmful to him, so without further hesitation, he slid them into place, blinking as his eyes adjusted.
He looked around the room, not sure what had changed. Everything seemed normal. Was he being tricked?
“Miu, what are you trying to—” He started, and trailed off, eyes widening behind the lenses at the sight before him.
He could see Miu as clear as day, letting out an annoyingly smug cackle as Kokichi froze. Surrounding her were small lines of text, each describing her physical assets with a series of numbers and signs attached to them. (Unsurprisingly, her chest was “+100”, not that Kokichi had any interest in that sort of thing. Also, he’d rather die than be caught staring at Miu’s boobs for absolutely longer than necessary.) There were also two small bars in the upper right field of his vision; One with seven hearts, three of which were pink; The other with three Xs, none of which were pink.
“Miu, what is this? It’s like something straight out of a video game!” Kokichi said, too awed to mask his excitement.
“As if! Video games aren’t nearly as cool as those bad boys,” Miu said proudly. “Those glasses rely on the latest in technology to scan vital statistics, body language, and even neurological patterns!”
“These glasses can read minds?!”
“N-not so loud!” Miu said, startled, and wrapped her arms around her abdomen. “They can’t read thoughts or anything, j-just general emotions… and… stuff…” She trailed off. “The hearts and Xs on the corner are meant to represent relationship status and overall satisfaction of whoever you’re talking to.”
Kokichi adjusted the frames on his nose.
“So… hearts are good, Xs are bad. Got it.” He paused, and then added, “You only have three hearts right now. What happens if I reach seven?”
Miu perked up again, and let out a hearty laugh. “Ha! The hearts are a scale of how close to bangin’ the other person you are! Three hearts means we’re close friends,” She said, and without giving Kokichi time to refute her claim, added, “And seven hearts means whoever you’ve got your eyes on is ready to do the dirty!” She laughed again, and finished, “Too bad you could never get me to seven hearts. A scrub like you will never get to experience the joy of having these knockers in your little gremlin hands!”
“Yeah,” Kokichi glanced at his fingernails, speaking in a bored tone of voice, “I’m not even near the vicinity of straight enough to want to touch your balloon tits.”
A moment of silence.
“You’re gay?”
Kokichi stared at Miu for a stretch of several seconds, before bursting out into laughter.
“Oh my god, did you really not know? Come on Miu, that’s the one thing I couldn’t lie about even if I wanted to!”
“So all those times when I called you a twink, they were true?!” Miu asked, dumbfounded.
“Actually, I’ll have you know I’m a daddy dom,” Kokichi said blankly.
“Bullshit,” Miu looked away, seeming to recover from her earlier shock. “There’s no way a little twerp like you could have gotten nasty with anyone, especially not like that.” She smiled then, not even remotely innocent, and added, “But, as a favor, since we’re close friends and all, I’ll let you keep the glasses. I’ll know how well they work when you show up to class covered in hickeys!”
Kokichi tapped his chin in mock-thought.
“Gee Miu, that’s really kind of you. I’m sure there’s absolutely no ulterior motive for you to give them to me.”
“Ha! I get to watch you flounder around trying to get some dick and act as my personal test subject. That’s really all I’m trying to get out of this.”
Kokichi slid the glasses off of his face, blinking when the imagery was no longer there.
“You know, these might just be cool enough that I can ignore those last few sentences and keep wearing them,” He said, and asked, “Do you have a case for these?”
Miu hummed happily as she retrieved a small case from the cluttered desk and tossed it towards Kokichi.
“Just try not to break ‘em too quickly.”
Kokichi accepted the case, put the glasses inside, and prepared to leave, but not before he heard Miu clear her throat. He turned around to look at her. She was wearing an unreadable expression, but her hand was outstretched, balled into a fist. Kokichi glanced at her hand, then to her face, then to her hand again, and after a decision, raised his own fist to knock his knuckles against hers in what he would later deny was a fistbump.
Kokichi decided to officially begin testing out Miu’s invention the following day. It was a rainy Thursday morning, and thankfully he’d had the foresight to ask about the case, lest they accidentally get destroyed in the rain. Once he stepped into the pristine hallways of Hope’s Peak Academy, he did a quick double-take, and slipped the glasses on. There was still another half-hour until classes began, but he figured that getting onto campus relatively early would mean he could avoid information overload if the glasses picked up on the stats of too many people.
As he wandered to his classroom, he glanced around, his eyes never settling on one student too long. Most of them had no hearts or Xs colored with them; Complete strangers. One or two actually had an X colored in, and he vaguely recognized them as unfortunate victims of his previous pranks, though there was nobody particularly noteworthy to bump into.
At least, not until he literally bumped into someone, nearly knocking them both to the floor. Kokichi let out a quiet “oof” and flinched, only opening his eyes when he heard a familiar voice saying “Are you okay— wait, Kokichi?”
Kokichi opened his eyes, and immediately grinned upon seeing the face of who may have sort of kind of possibly conceivably been his huge fucking crush.
“Shuichi!” Kokichi said, quickly adopting a fake pout to mask his happiness, “Did you really not recognize me? I thought our friendship meant something to you!” He then proceeded to wail, shedding crocodile tears… which started smearing on the lenses of the glasses. As soon as he noticed them, he took them off to wipe them clean, the tears ceasing almost instantly.
“I’ve just never seen you in glasses before,” Shuichi said hesitantly.
Kokichi took the opportunity to observe Shuichi as he flustered.
Shuichi’s stats took a moment to calculate; Most importantly, he had three hearts filled on the bar in the upper right; Did that mean he considered Kokichi a close friend? That was a thought for later, and Kokichi made a mental note of it. For the numbers surrounding him, his stomach was at “-4”, which Kokichi assumed meant Shuichi was somewhat hungry. His biceps were both at “+55”, his eyes were at “+90”, and his lips were at “+25”... wait, shit, they were moving.
“...are you hearing me?”
Kokichi blinked at Shuichi, and shook his head.
“Sorry, I was totally distracted by that huge cowlick on your head!” He said cheerfully, earning an exasperated expression from Shuichi in response.
“That’s always been there. I was asking… why are you wearing glasses?”
Shuichi tilted his head slightly- not in judgment, but in curiosity. It was a cute look on him.
On the one hand, Kokichi thought to himself, Shuichi probably shouldn’t know about the glasses. I can’t reveal my newest trick just yet. But on the other hand… it would be fun to see his reaction to them. And it’s not like I’d need to tell him the whole truth about them, right?
After a moment of thought, Kokichi decided that his best option was to...
→Lie about the glasses
→Tell the truth about the glasses
→Blatantly flirt and see what happens
→Other (comment)
POLL CLOSED ON 8/4/2018!