Calm down at his dorm room

Y-yeah... of course. He already bought some time. Now Makoto just needed to use that time to figure things out. He had been feeling flustered and confused all day, he just couldn't believe all that had happened to him in just the past few days. A ****, a killing game, and now some freaky game of hypnotic triggers...! He needed a breather... and maybe a shower, too.

Releasing a sigh, Makoto stepped out of his second shower that day. It was relaxing, at the very least. He tried not to focus on any of the day's events while he washed himself but... he couldn't keep himself from thinking about Enoshima... and her... bending over...

Makoto shook his head rapidly. O-only because it was odd behavior!! He wouldn't let this perverted game of Monokuma's get to him... not that he even understood the point of it all...

Taking and releasing a deep breath, the boy changed back into his clothes before sitting on his bed. "Okay... so... to review:" A manga-style replay of the events so far flashed in Makoto's mind. "After breakfast, Kyoko told me where to find Junko. For some reason, she followed me there and watched what I was doing... I was just lucky to end up causing the trigger before it got bad..." Makoto pressed a finger to his lips, "Speaking of Junko... it seems she has some secrets of her own... I wonder why she had..." His mind once again flashed to her undergarments. "Erm-! That tattoo is what I mean."

"Mhm, mhm. That's about the short and long of it, I'd say!"

"What-?" Makoto jumped in his seat, Monokuma had managed to sneak in while he was focused. "M-Monokuma?! What are you doing in here?!"

"Bah...! Don't be so rude. I was just dropping by for a friendly chat~ You clearly aren't smart enough to figure this out by yourself. You haven't even checked the trigger yet!" Monokuma responded in his usual tone.

"Huh?" Oh. Oh right! Makoto had unlocked a trigger for Junko... 'Skimpy Fashion' or something... He pulled out his monopad to figure out a bit more.

Junko Enoshima's Triggers:

• Skimpy Fashion (Passive): As I'm sure you'll... eventually agree, Junko will begin to dress like any good Fashionista should. Easy on the eyes, hard on the crotch! She will feel more comfortable and happier the lewder and revealing her outfit is, and the opposite for the more stuffy and concealing outfits. She also won't mind any wandering eyes or stiffening cocks. Touching her, however, may still be an issue.

Makoto felt a heavy blush over his face as he read it. "Oh... that... that explains a lot." "Uh-huh! Uh-huh! A lot of people would DIE to see that model-bod, you must feel so grateful to me! Now you get a nice piece of eye-candy, any time you want. Think of the fapabilities! No, forget eye-candy, more like... eye-cake!" Monokuma began panting as if he was in heat. "Great! Now I'm horny AND hungry!"

Makoto decided it would be a waste of his time listening to Monokuma ramble. Now that this was in effect... would people be suspicious of a fashionista with an... exotic fashion sense? He was still very worried about Kyoko tailing him earlier. What was she up to?

Then, he heard a knock at the door.

"Makoto? Are you there? Kyoko said you were acting off today. Are you sick?" He recognized the voice immediately. It seemed like Sayaka had decided to pay him a visit. He set down his monopad and stood up. Monokuma stopped doing... whatever he was doing and turned his attention there as well, a mischievous look on his face.

"Oh, you had better let her in. It'd be awful suspicious if you pretended not to be here, right?"

That was weird... but correct. Makoto didn't know what to do. Something felt off about that look, but he didn't have time to interrogate the bear to find out what.

Makoto made his choice, he . . .