Thread: Danganronpa 2.5: Return To Hope's Peak Academy (Athene & Potter-kun)

Kyoko Kirigiri , Aoi Asahina , Akane Fujitora Nagito would be greeted with a new face. An unfamiliar one at that rate, which made it all the more odd. Not that the situation wasn't already, but now it obviously added a new factor into this mystery. The woman was tall -- even a bit more so than Nagito himself. Maybe one to three inches at most, but it was probably a first for him. Given the difference, it was easy to assume she was anywhere from five foot ten to six foot two very likely favoring the latter range, or somewhere near it. Flowing red hair cascaded down the lone woman's back, stopping at about the half-way point. The sounds, it turned out, were from said woman repeatedly punching and kicking a respective punching bag. Were it converted into a human body ... they would be lucky to breathe properly. What was likely the chest and sternum areas were heavily beaten, definitely bruised. The bag was lightly swaying, and it was fair to assume she had been going at this for quite some time given the sweat pouring down her body and labored breaths passing her parted lips. Better all be gone now ... she muttered, wiping several beads away from her forehead before finally allowing her clenched fists to fall at her sides. Slowly, she turned on her feet, starting to leave the gym and get a shower in ... And felt her eyes briefly widen before chuckling as her crimson eyes found Nagito standing nearby, let alone armed. I see. You finally done hiding and knocking me out the cheap way, huh? Or ... no. Cowards stay cowards. They also had a different ... feel, aura even, around them. So ... you can't be .... fuck! Then I still don't even know that ?! Urgh .... fine. So then ... who the fuck are you? Another 'forced guest' or whatever the hell constitutes being forced to remain in Hope's Peak Academy? Just in case he was wondering if she'd seemed to trail off at a wrong time or whatnot, the red-haired woman's head shook from side to side. I'll give my name and talent out. Just not now. I'm not really a lady as far as mannerisms go, so the 'ladies first' proverb doesn't apply to me. Although she wasn't expecting Nagito to still come and rush at her - simply because she took the more diplomatic approach over aggressive - the young woman kept herself mentally prepared. Should he run and try to stab her, she would be ready to fight back, no matter how tired and sore her muscles and joints were. .. Hajime? The sudden hold on her hand caused Aoi to turn, confirming it was at least the same man she'd left with. The gesture was ... confusing. Very unexpected but ... nice. Gentle. Reassuring somehow. When he explained why he had so abruptly intertwined his hand with her own, she slowly nodded in understanding. Yeah. I ... had my own share of painful moments. Her teeth latched onto her lower lip as Aoi felt her brain immediately go right to the first - and, for her, worst - flashback Sakura. That hadn't even been a murder. No, she took her own life, which made it that much more painful. Granted, it was an interesting loophole that Sakura mustered the strength and courage to take her own life just so no one had to commit a murder. But ... it was still so very wrong. Fucked up in its own rights. No! she inwardly scolded herself, I'm trying to cut down on donuts! Don't tempt yourself to go binge eating them! Thankfully, Hajime gave her a reason not to think on that flashback very long. An offer was extended, one that made her smile and return to her much more happier mood. Sure! I'll ... have to see if this captor was generous enough to provide clothing. But yeah! I can do that after we look around for a bit more! Her head tilted as Aoi curiously added, Can you even swim, out of curiosity? I have known a few people who were never taught so ... making sure that won't be an issue. Or, alternatively, I can help out if that is the case. Kyoko flashed Makoto a sly smirk. Well, I'd hope no one would deem this a full-fledged blessing . It's ... not quite that, per se. An interesting way to earn a vacation from Byakuya, no doubt. Otherwise, though, nowhere close to a blessing of any kind, no. Still, what we've agreed on is true. The chances to be alone and intimate are very much appreciated. Her own set of crimson painted her face as Makoto lightly but quickly guided her back against the wall. She chuckled softly, staring down while trying to ignore her rapidly beating heart. ... This was, admittedly, something she had also wanted. But they really had to get to work especially before anyone walked in on them. So ... she came up with a compromise. A little , she agreed, making sure Makoto heard the very heavy emphasis on her response. Licking her lips, she leaned forward, giving Makoto entry inside and began deeply making out with him. Soft moans resounded from the detective as she held Makoto's body close against hers, helping her breasts push up more against her lover's chest. ... Maybe she needed this ore than she realized. Scratch that, she definitely did. Kyoko had never felt so desperate, so wanting in all their time they'd been together. Now, a very small part of her was legitimately concerned they may end up taking too long with what was meant to be a temporary indulgence in the more intimate moments of life. But ... she would worry about that fear if any good reasons arose, be it hints people were coming this way or if it did begin feeling like too much time was ticking away.