Grab her hand

Makoto instinctively grabbed her hand before she could turn away. It was her right hand... it felt... odd. Like there was something on it.

Junko got flustered, dropping a shirt she had been clutching in her hand... Then she looked furious. "What the hell, creep?!" Her high-heel boot slammed down onto Makoto's foot.

"Ow! Owowow!" The boy yelped as he gripped onto his injured foot. Junko was surprisingly strong, and it hurt a lot. As he looked up, Makoto expected Junko to be screaming. Maybe a hard slap to the face?

...but nothing came.

Her face was blank. Her body, unmoving. It was like she was a statue. Then she spoke.

"Action Successful." Junko spoke monotonically, completely different from her rage mere seconds ago. "Passive Trigger Unlocked: Skimpy Fashion. Estimated Clean-up Time: 3 Minutes."

Had it worked? "What was that?! Junko? Hello...?" He waved his hand in front of her face, no response. There was no way she would just... stop being mad, right? So what Monokuma had said was true? 3 minutes. That wasn't a lot of time... though there wasn't a lot that Makoto needed to do, either.

He examined Junko's body, trying to move her to the position she was in as he entered. Junko was very cooperative, even stabilizing herself as she was pushed. Makoto, however, noticed she had quickly moved her hand behind her back after he let go in favor of his still aching foot. He was reminded of his earlier observation and decided to investigate while he could get away with it.

"Huh?" There was a weird... tattoo? It was covered pretty heavily with foundation, but if you rubbed at it, it was clear as day. He wasn't sure why Junko had this... or why she cared if anyone saw it. Some embarrassing old mistake? Makoto wasn't optimistic about getting answers to his questions right now though. He realized the 3 minutes he had were almost up, so he stepped back towards the entrance.

The door was cracked, and he could see a blank, purple eye staring back at him.

"K-Kyoko?!" Makoto covered his mouth after accidentally shouting out Kyoko's name. What was she doing here?!

"This could've ended so much worse if anything happened to go wrong..." He scolded himself, he couldn't get scared if he was going to save people with this power...

With not enough time to remove Kyoko from the scene, much less get her to not freak out about 'teleporting', Makoto had to pretend like he hadn't noticed her as Junko blinked back into consciousness.

"Oh! Hiii Makoto!" Instead of messing with her hands, Junko bent over and picked up the shirt she had dropped. Naegi found himself with a nice, long look at her panties. They were plain and black. Makoto thought it was odd for the ultimate fashionista to wear such boring underclothes... "This job is soo dumb; I don't want to look through all this junk... did you need something?" She hopped back up, as if nothing happened.

"D-did she not notice??" Makoto's head was once again confused. "Oh- Um..." walking up to her again, this time he felt... less awkward, for obvious reasons. "I was wondering if you'd like to hang out later. I mean... I thought I should get to know a few of my classmates..." LESS awkward. It still felt weird.

Junko snickered to herself. "What? That's all? What a cute proposal, Makoto. I don't see why not. I doubt the teddy bear is going to have a change of heart, and I'm so booored here!" She ran a finger through a bit of her hair as she continued. "So! Your room, later today?"

Oh. That was easier than Makoto thought it would be. Even though it wasn't actually his original goal here, he was happy to hang out.

"O-oh! Yeah, of course!"

"Well, if that's all... I'll get back to my 'laundry duty'... ugh..." Junko Enoshima made her boredom explicitly obvious.

Makoto made his way out of the room. He couldn't help but pause as he touched the door handle. Somehow the door was silently closed when he wasn't looking and once he opened it Kyoko was nowhere to be seen. That was... a lot that just happened. Now Makoto needed to figure out what he planned to do next...