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It was late at night, and Junko Enoshima was bored. Like the kind of bored where you start debating whether throwing yourself down a flight of stairs would at least make things interesting. That kind of bored.
She picked up her phone, the bright screen illuminating her face in the dimly lit room.
"Shit..."
2:47 AM.
Junko groaned, flopping onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was she supposed to do at this hour?
Everyone was probably asleep well, except for the people who actually had lives outside of their bedrooms but she doubted they were doing anything fun either.
She huffed, rolling onto her side, her fingers idly twirling a lock of her own hair. Then suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. Or rather a someone.
"Hm… Kyoko."
A lazy smirk curled on her lips as she thought about the ever so stoic detective. Would she even be awake this late?
Maybe.
she probably had some dead guys case file spread across her desk or was lost in thought about whatever mystery she had shoved up her sleeve.
Junko grinned.
Kyoko Kirigiri was cold, fierce, and as fun to mess with as a cat who didn’t realize you were holding a spray bottle.
Conversations with her barely felt like conversations more like interrogations that you weren’t supposed to enjoy but somehow did anyway.
Poking at her for a little while sounded way more entertaining than lying here doing nothing.
With that thought, Junko sat up and stretched, letting out a yawn before glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Black lace bra matching underwear.
She snorted.
Probably not the best outfit to go wandering around in. Not that she cared what people saw her wearing, but if she was going to Kyokos room, she’d at least pretend to have a shred of decency.
Junko rummaged through her drawers and threw on a pair of small shorts and a white T-shirt.
Comfortable enough.
Satisfied she ran a hand through her hair, gave herself one last glance, and headed out, locking the door behind her with a soft click.
Now… where the hell was Kyoko’s dorm again?
She walked down the dimly lit hallway, tapping her chin as her eyes scanned the numbered doors. A few minutes passed before her gaze landed on a familiar one.
"Ah."
She strolled up to it, raised a fist, and knocked quiet, but loud enough to be heard.
And now, she waited.
On the other side of the door, kyoko sat at her desk, piles of cases and files scattered around her.
She was immersed in paperwork, the kind of work that wasn’t exactly thrilling but necessary. It was the sort of task she’d rather not be doing at this hour especially with everything else weighing on her mind.
The knock on the door didn’t startle her it wasn’t the first time someone had come to interrupt her late night routine.
What did catch her off guard though, was the timing. Who would be awake at this hour? she wondered.
And why on earth would they be knocking at my door?
For a moment, Kyoko considered ignoring it. After all she was part of a deadly killing game. Who’s to say the person on the other side wasn’t wielding a knife, ready to ambush her?
The knock came again, this time a little louder, a little more frantic.
Kyoko sighed. I shouldn’t answer it, she thought but... curiosity gnawed at her, as it often did. Against her better judgment, she unlocked the door and peered through the crack, her gaze sharp as ever.
Standing there wearing her usual cheeky grin, was none other than Junko.
“… Junko?”
Kyoko blinked, still a bit disoriented, wiping the remnants of sleep from her eyes.
“Hey, Kyoko~” Junko chirped, her voice annoyingly chipper for someone who should’ve been long asleep by now.
Kyoko eyed her up and down, trying to decipher why Junko, of all people, was standing in her doorway at such an ungodly hour.
There was an unsettling energy about the girl, and Kyoko wasn’t sure if it was from her usual chaos or the fact that Junko was actually awake at this hour.
“... why are you here?” Kyoko asked, her voice still edged with confusion. “It’s almost three in the morning.”
Junko’s smile only widened, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m kind of bored,” she said, shrugging dramatically.
Kyoko’s eyes narrowed, and the frustration she’d been holding back all night began to show. She interrupted her work her important work because she was bored?
“Aww, Kyoko, you look so mad,” Junko cooed, tilting her head in feigned innocence. “Why’s that?”
Kyoko wasn’t mad not exactly but the irritation was starting to build. “I’m not mad. Just... confused,” she corrected, taking a breath. “You came here because you're bored?”
“Mhmm~” Junko hummed, her tone mischievous, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “is that such a crime?”
Kyoko crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, studying junko’s expression carefully. Of course it’s not a crime, but it is ridiculous, she thought, but she held her tongue for the moment.
Kyoko sighed, a slow exhale as her shoulders relaxed.
“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised that you came here for such a... stupid reason,” she muttered. looking down at the floor for a brief second. Then she raised an eyebrow.
“What exactly do you expect me to do about it?”
Junko tilted her head with a playful glint in her eyes. “Hm... i don’t know. I was thinking we could hang out.”
Kyoko raised an eyebrow. “Hang out? At three in the morning? You expect me to believe you just want to... hang out?”
Junko's smile only grew wider, if that was even possible, as she leaned in just a little bit closer. “Aww, Kyoko. You wound me,” she teased, her voice dripping with sweetness.
“Is it so hard to believe I want to spend some time with you? I mean, we’re both stuck in this mess together right?”
Before Kyoko could respond, Junko brushed past her with a speed that left her no room to react. She stepped into Kyoko’s dorm uninvited, making herself at home in a way that was completely Junko.
“What do you think you're doing?”
Junko flopped onto Kyoko’s bed as if she owned the place, “Oh, you know, just... hanging out,” she said, her tone a little too nonchalant.
“C’mon Kyoko, don’t be such a downer. You’re always so serious. You need to relax a little Have some fun for once.”
Kyoko stood there, hand still gripping the doorframe as she watched Junko make herself comfortable. Her sharp eyes narrowed even more.
“I don’t have time for ‘fun’ Junko,” Kyoko said coldly, her voice carrying a bit of a warning. “There’s more at stake than whatever twisted game you’re playing.”
Junko just giggled, unfazed by Kyoko’s serious tone. “Oh, I know I know,” she said, rolling onto her back. “But that’s exactly why you should take a break! You’ve been all work and no play lately, don’t you think? You deserve some entertainment.”
Kyoko didn’t respond right away. She stood there fighting the urge to slam the door shut and get back to her cases.
But somehow, despite the annoyance gnawing at her, there was a small, reluctant part of her that found Junko’s presence... oddly compelling.
Maybe it was the way Junko managed to be both infuriating and captivating at the same time.
Or maybe it was the fact that, in this game of death, in the middle of all the chaos maybe just maybe she needed this more than she cared to admit.
With a sigh, Kyoko closed the door behind her and stepped into the room.
“Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms.
“But you’re going to have to earn my attention.”
Junko propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I’m sure I can manage that.”
Kyoko wasn’t so sure, but for now, she would play along. After all its not like she had anything better to do at this hour.
And maybe, just maybe, there was something about Junko that made the night a little less... empty.
Kyoko walked back to her desk, her guard up. She watched as Junko wandered around the room, poking through her things with an almost childlike curiosity. She knew it wasn’t the worst thing Junko could be doing, but Kyoko couldn't shake the feeling that it was just the calm before the storm.
"Soo… Kyoko, what are you working on?"
Kyoko didn’t look up, still focused on the case files sprawled out before her. "Trying to figure out the whats behind this place," she replied, her voice cool and calm, though there was an underlying tension.
Junko crossed her arms behind her back and leaned closer, her body moving dangerously near Kyoko’s personal space. With a dramatic tilt of her head, she propped her chin on Kyoko’s shoulder the proximity making Kyoko stiffen just slightly.
"Hmm, how... smart," junko purred her breath tickling Kyoko’s neck.
Kyoko's gloved fingers rubbed her temples, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She couldn't tell if she was more annoyed or just uncomfortable with Junko’s sudden closeness.
"What do you actually plan on doing here?" she asked, trying her best to keep her voice steady, though the underlying irritation was palpable.
"I told you, I just wanna hang out," Junko chirped, her grin widening.
"Yes," Kyoko responded, her tone laced with skepticism, "but I don’t feel like you just... wanna hang out. I feel like you’re going to do something. Something Im not exactly sure of."
Her sharp gaze flicked over to Junko, assessing her as if trying to dissect her motives.
Junko raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised for a moment before the mischievous glint returned to her eyes. She took a dramatic pause and then, with mock offense, pressed her hand to her chest.
"Wow, Kyoko, do you think I came here to... kill you?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned shock.
"No." Kyoko responded coolly, her voice unwavering. "I just don’t see the point in coming here to simply hang out with me. you must have some other motive right?" Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, studying Junko for any flicker of a tell.
Junko blinked a few times, clearly amused. "Oh my, Miss Kirigiri, are you implying that I came here..."
She trailed off, her smile turning more sinister as her hands started to creep up Kyoko’s shoulders.
"To have naughty relations with you~" Junko finished, her voice dripping with playful wickedness.
Kyoko’s eyes hardened, but she maintained her composure. She felt Junko’s hands begin to press a little too close to her neck, and, with a barely audible sigh, she slowly peeled one of Junko’s hands off her shoulder.
"That’s also not what I’m saying," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of irritation and disbelief.
"Just... out of everybody else here, why me? Do you find me too stubborn, and that’s what you’re getting at? Or are you just that obsessed with me? do you need an excuse to constantly be in the same room as me?"
Junko’s grin widened, clearly relishing every second of this. "Oh Kyoko, always so sharp,"
"You know, I think you might be right... Maybe I am obsessed with you."
Her gaze flicked over Kyoko, her eyes tracing the lines of her body, a mischievous glint still dancing in them. "You’re so serious, so composed. So... boring," she added with a teasing tone, knowing full well how much it would irritate Kyoko.
Kyoko stood her ground, her gaze unwavering. "I don’t care about your... obsession, But if you’re really here just to mess with me, you’ll get nowhere." She shifted slightly, turning to face Junko more fully.
"I don’t play your games Junko. Not in the way you want me to."
Junko stepped back with a dramatic flourish, her hands raised as if surrendering, but the devilish smile never left her lips.
"Ooh Kyoko~ you’re no fun. But I guess that’s why you’re so fun to mess with." Her voice dropped to a more teasing tone.
"You’re all locked up, aren’t you? A beautiful, intelligent little ice queen."
Kyoko didn't flinch, not even as Junko stepped closer once more, her presence almost suffocating. "I’m not a puzzle, Junko," Kyoko said, her voice low but sharp.
"And I’m not someone your going to break. Not with this."
For a long moment, Junko simply studied Kyoko, her grin never wavering, eyes sparkling with mischief. Finally, she let out a soft, almost disappointed sigh.
"Tch, you really are hard to crack."
Junko flicked her hair over her shoulder, stepping back fully now, her posture languid as if she were bored with the whole thing.
"I guess I’ll have to find other ways to get to you."
Kyoko didn’t respond, but she felt a small, almost imperceptible shift inside her annoyance, yes, but also a growing curiosity.
Junko was unpredictable, a whirlwind of chaos wrapped in the guise of a fashionable, manipulative young woman.
It bothered her more than she’d like to admit, but there was something about Junko’s antics that intrigued her.
The way she always seemed to be playing some kind of game, constantly pushing Kyoko’s buttons in ways no one else could.
Junko gave her one last teasing look before turning toward the door. "Well, I guess I'll let you get back to your boring cases. But don’t think I’m done with you yet, Kyoko."
With that, she flounced out of the room, her steps light, her laughter lingering in the air.
Kyoko watched her leave, her lips pressed into a thin line. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
The annoyance still lingered, but so did a strange curiosity. What was Junko up to?
And more importantly, what was it about her that kept pulling Kyoko in? Even if she wouldn’t admit it aloud she had a feeling she was going to be seeing a lot more of the young fashionista.