Find her alone

He learned his lesson, activating triggers in front of everyone. Especially passive ones. Leon chatted on in his ear but he did his best to ignore him, he doubted the redhead would notice. Kyoko was cold, calculated and smart, there was no way she would let him sneak into her room and grab her ass. He had to catch her alone but in a public enough place that her guard wouldn't be up. Eventually everyone but a few had filtered out of the room. Sayaka waved at him.

"Hey Makoto. Um, sorry about yesterday." She giggled. "I'm... I get what you said. And I won't do anything... I trust you."

"Oh, good." He scratched the back of his head. "Hey, Leon, have you talked to Sayaka much?"

"Huh? No, actually. I've been wanting to get to know her." He punctuated his sentence with a wink.

"Hehe, sorry about that. I was kinda rushing when we met. I'm Sayaka Maizono, what's your name?"

"He... He just said it..." He frowned. "Leon... Leon Kuwata. I'm a musician. Maybe we could work together sometime?"

"Oh, uh, hahaha, well... it's not like my company would let just anybody in." She dodged the question so obviously, even Makoto picked up on it.

"Well, maybe they'd let the Ultimate Musician in? I'm sure that's a valid credential." He chuckled.

"You're not the Ultimate Musician. You're the baseball guy."

"You do remember me!?" He groaned. "I-I... I got a guitar, c'mon, you gotta hear me play first."

"Wait, I..." Without another word he rushed out of the hall, Sayaka reluctantly following behind. Makoto sighed. He felt bad dumping Leon on her like that, but he had bigger things to focus on.

He turned to the last person in the room. "Toko, can you help me find Kyoko on her own?"

"What, why? D-D-Do you wanna do l-lewd things to her body!?" She blushed with a sly grin.

"N-No! Wait, why didn't that work...?" He scratched his head. "Oh, uh, Toko you are going to help me corner Kyoko."

"Hah? O-Okay..." She ground her thighs together, getting up. "Girls l-l-like her are s-so confident... sometimes they g-gotta be brought down a peg..."

"Uh, no Toko you aren't going to do anything. Just get me and her alone together. And make sure nobody comes in."

"Mmph... fine." She clenched her teeth. With crossed arms she headed out of the dining hall, Makoto staying back for a few minutes. Once he was sure it was safe, he followed the author out and stayed a fair amount back. Toko peeked in each room they passed, looking for Kyoko on his behalf. Eventually, in the AV room, she spotted her and signalled to him.

"Thanks... now stay outside and keep anyone from getting it."

Now confident he was safe, he pushed through the door and spotted Kyoko. She was standing over a computer with headphones on, seemingly focused on what she was watching. Makoto still made sure to be quiet on the approach, keeping his hand low for the grab. With each step, he was sure he'd alerted her, but she was entranced. He reached out for the grope and--

"Ack--!" He cried, feeling his head slam into the keyboard.

One of her hands was keeping his head down and the other was bending the groper at a painful angle behind his back. "What are you up to?"

"K-Kyoko I can explain...!" He shouted. "Er, I can't but... please hear me out."

"You were eyeing me all breakfast, then you and Toko follow me here?" How she knew that he didn't know, nor how she was so alert with her back turned and headphones on. "Were you going to kill me? Is Toko an accomplice?"

"No! I promise I have a reason! A not-murdery reason!"

Her grip loosened slightly. "Why should I trust you?"

"I..." He had to choose his words very carefully here. Monokuma's one rule was nobody finding out. If he failed here, it would be for nothing. "I have a plan to get out of here, but I can't tell you the way things are. If you learn too much, it's not going to work."

"Why me? How did Toko find out?"

"She didn't... She doesn't know anything. She's just, ow, helping."

Her hands released him but he didn't move right away. "A student opened the second floor single-handedly... Nobody has come forward which struck me as strange."

"I can't... say yes or no."

"Then I trust you." She nodded, stepping back. "As long as you don't kill anyone, I won't get in your way. Do what you need to do."

"Thank you, Kyoko..."

He blushed, walking behind her. With a few hesitant breaths, he reached out and grabbed her butt. Her whole body tensed, but the message came. "Action Successful. Passive Trigger Unlocked: Confiscator. Clean-up Time: Two Minutes." As usual, he checked the pad, happy to have double the time for this clean-up.

Kyoko Kirigiri's Triggers:

• Confiscator (Passive): She will occasionally confiscate 'contraband.'

This time there wasn't a link. As with the other passive, it was much less clear the conditions of the trigger. He had to be careful with her from now on. Whatever was being defined as contraband had to be loose, he assumed. The new challenge then appeared.

(1) Kyoko Kirigiri: Show her your dick. (Red)

That was a step up. "Wait..." Makoto checked the main challenges, seeing he was still only 'slightly hormonal,' the same list remaining. "Crap, I... I still need to do the rest of..." He furrowed his brow having no way to guess how many more he'd need for the next stage. Doing too many more challenges in a day could lead to things getting out of hand fast. He spent the rest of the clean-up period skimming the girls' profiles for any hints. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, unfortunately.

"Makoto? Are you going to do it?" Kyoko asked.

"Oh, well, I um... already did?"

"You..." She frowned, stroking her chin. "Ever since yesterday, I've noticed slight... time loss. Only a minute, I think, but... this is strange."

"Please, don't look into it."

"Okay. Go ahead, whatever's next. I believe you."

"Uh, well..." He blushed, staring at anything but her eyes. "Well, that can wait. I'm not going to do anything else today."

"I understand. I'll go first, we should leave at different times." She nodded at the exit. Before she could reach it though, she called, "Wait. Hand over your hoodie."

"What, why?"

"It violates the Hope's Peak dress code. Give it to me."

"N-No it doesn't. I checked online, this is totally fine. Hope's Peak doesn't even have a dress code."

"Hand it over or I'll take it off you." She grabbed him by his collar. "Now."

"Uh... oh, confiscator... right." He slid it off his shoulders, giving it to her. "Um... sorry about that."

She folded the hoodie and placed it on the desk. "Empty your pockets. Legs apart, hands to your sides."

"Really? Is that necessary?"

"Do you have something to hide?"

"No, I... Okay." He sighed, placing his few Monocoins and the handbook beside his hoodie and assuming the position. She started running her hands along his sides, giving him a few painful prods. After a few runs up and down, she moved to his legs. First, she poked around his socks, then up his calves and thighs, then suddenly, "Eep! Wh-What are you...!" She gave his package a few squeezes. "I-I don't... have anything there...!"

"I guess you check out. Your hoodie will be placed into contraband in the near future. Understood?"

"Y-Yeah, I... I guess." He flushed red, quickly gathering his belongings and hiding his flagpole. She gave him a nod and stepped outside.

"I suppose you think you're terribly clever." The bear giggled, strutting from behind a desk. "You're lucky she was willing to trust you. A few more questions and you would've been disqualified."

Makoto sighed. "I'm winning, Monokuma. Don't bother me until I'm done."

"Jeez, getting your dick touched really made you manly, eh?" He laughed. "I hope you know what you're doing!"

"Go away." He sat down, waiting for his dick to soften. If Kyoko's was this... problematic, maybe not every trigger could help people. Still, he had to do what he had to.