In the hands of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

At that moment, Peko's eyes bulged out of her head... her master was crossing below. She recognized him by his shaved, platinum blond hair and the fancy suit he was wearing, even during the school day, with a coat swung over one shoulder. Sweat dripped from her body, a combination of nervousness and exhaustion, as she watched the young boy pick up the phone, which was lying so obviously in his path he couldn't help but see it. "What a fuckin' awful phone case..." he remarked immediately, not appreciating Nagito's taste. "The screen's all cracked to shit like somebody's been beating it with a sledgehammer... Whose even is this? Who could be unlucky enough to drop their phone this damn much?"

It was all over.

He'd turn it on and see the picture still displayed on the screen, of her, naked, red-faced, mounting Nagito and showing her ass to Gundham.

"I was better off as a tool... a tool can't die of embarrassment..." she thought to herself, feeling her heart pounding in her throat.

"The fuckin' thing won't even start up! What a piece of shit! Seriously!" Fuyuhiko swore, tossing the thing over his shoulder like a piece of trash.

Peko, for the first time today, felt a genuine smile light upon her face. Tears of joy rolled down... no, up her cheeks, given that she was currently hanging upside down by her legs over the railing. Whether Nagito had intended to or not, he'd created ultimate hope from ultimate despair. Even the cat in Peko's arms seemed to be meowing peacefully now, tired out by all of the day's play.

...

"What the fuck is that smell?" Fuyuhiko asked no one in particular, sniffing loudly. "It smells kinda like... The reek of that guy that's yelling about shit all the time, or that meat-eatin' tits-for-brains, after she does about a million laps around the school."

Peko suddenly felt the double agony of knowing that she was about to be spotted and also that her master had just called her sweat stinky. It was a harsh thing for a boy to say about a girl who likes him...

"Escape! I have to escape!" Peko thought to herself, her pupils dilating with a mad sense of desperation as she began to pull her body up towards the balcony. With her nimbleness, she nearly did...

But not quite...

"What the fuck...?!" Fuyuhiko gasped; his jaw suddenly dropped as he saw a girl's sweat-slick, ridiculously overqualified and erotic ass hanging above his head, completely bare and so thoroughly exposed that he could even see their pussy. Whoever it was, their butt quickly disappeared out of view. "W-Wh... What the fuuuuck?!"

With an expression like a snarling demon, Peko grabbed up her bag and began using it to cover her nethers again, with the cat meowing loudly from inside it as it was jostled to and fro. She sprinted madly away from the balcony. She was going to find a sword and kill Nagito... or Gundham... or maybe everyone in the entire school!

"Damn! Wait till Peko hears about this! Maybe I shouldn't tell her though... she'd be kinda pissed if she knew I was lookin' at some girl's butt..."

Her bare feet skid to a stop again, huffing with exertion, as a helpless smile overtook her face and tears streamed down her red cheeks. He hadn't realized who he saw! There was still a God... or a Buddha... or whoever it was that watched over swordswomen during their trials... after all! She cried while gently hugging the bag containing her mask and the troublesome Kuromaru, who purred dizzily. All that was left to do now was think of where to go next... and stay far away from that balcony and that hallway where she'd nearly met her master.