Komaru? But how?!

There wasn't time to register who she'd bowled into. Kyoko felt herself flung from the serving cart and heard a shriek from the woman it'd crashed into. She supposed she should be thankful that woman broke her fall: otherwise, Kyoko would have landed breasts-first on the cold tile.

Instead, Kyoko found herself in a pile on the floor for the umpteenth time that day, this time with the familiar Komaru Naegi, who she'd met earlier. The ordinary student was rubbing the top of her brown hair gingerly, but quickly recovered to look at Kyoko with shock in her green eyes.

Kyoko felt their breasts pressed together, her chest against Komaru's shirt, and she was well aware the hall was probably enjoying the double treat of seeing Komaru's panties and her own bare bottom. In spite of that, she didn't struggle from her position. She simply stared at the woman under her naked body, dumbstruck.

Komaru, for her own part, quickly looked energized and chatty. "Oh my God! Aren't you Kyoko Kirigiri, the detective my brother's into?!" She took her phone out of her skirt pocket and immediately began snapping photographs of Kyoko's naked body. "I don't know what's going on, but I've gotta let Makoto know his girlfriend is into some really **** hobbies!"

Even in light of this, which ought to have been a new nightmare for Kyoko, she simply stared, her eyebrows gradually lowering as pieces slid into place in her mind. She studied Komaru's cute but plain face more carefully.

"Okay, I hit send!" Komaru giggled. "Well, uh, different strokes for different folks, as they say! I have a friend with some pretty, uh, crazy hobbies herself... I just never imagined-"

"Shut up," Kyoko suddenly told her sharply. She looked back at the people watching them. Even more students were gathering, but the detective found the one she was looking for: Shuichi had arrived and had begun the task of awkwardly working with Leon to apprehend the still-addled Nagito and take his knife. "Shuichi. Leave Nagito and get over here. Nagito, the show's over, so stay right there."

While Leon chuckled and quipped that the show seemed pretty damn far from over, Shuichi gulped and did what he was told, seeming unable to deny Kyoko's order now that she was in crime-scene-organizing mode. Still, the young man kept his face rigorously turned away from Kyoko's naked body as he approached, determined not to get caught on camera staring at her.

"Undo the cuffs and put them on Komaru, Shuichi."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Shuichi and Komaru herself asked in unison.

Kyoko only sighed. "Shuichi... Use your head a little. And if you can't do that, just unlock these restraints and I'll lay it out for you. I need this woman handcuffed immediately, though."

Shuichi gulped nervously. He seemed eager to go along with it if it meant he'd finally understand what was happening, but something was still stopping him. "Kyoko!" he asked, loud enough for the hall (and anyone recording) to hear him. "Do I have p-permission to look at your naked body in order to unlock the cuffs, m-ma'am?"

The naked detective rolled her eyes. "Yes, sir," she replied pointedly.

Gulping once again, Shuichi slowly turned his eyes to Kyoko and began undoing the handcuffs.

While the rest of the hall went relatively quiet, seeming to understand they were about to see something even more incredible, Komaru alone protested from her position pinned underneath Kyoko. "What kind of kinky roleplay is this?! Get offa me, Kyoko! And you, bagboy, don't you dare put handcuffs on me! I'm really not into thiiis!!"

Kyoko lifted her body, and before Komaru could so much as move, Shuichi took the step to handcuff the girl's wrist to his own, preventing her from running away. While that was happening, Nagito, the culprit apparent, approached the gathering, holding his hands up, turning them over, and smiling briefly to show he wasn't a threat. His smile immediately fell, however, as he looked at Komaru with disgust. "Well, I guess this is on me for getting my hopes up, after all..."

Komaru looked at the three weirdos looming over her without understanding, chuckling in disbelief. "Is this a prank? I'm about ready to hear this is a prank... l-like some kind of hazing ritual for students who don't attend this academy-"

Kyoko interrupted. "Oh, but you do attend this academy... Tsumugi Shirogane." In a flash, the detective used the newfound freedom of her arms and snatched Komaru's hair by the ahoge antenna. She pulled on it, hard. It resisted at first, then came off as a wig, allowing Tsumugi's own blue hair, which had been held by a net, to fall around her head.

The true culprit maintained Komaru's look of shocked disbelief at the crazy students around her for a few seconds... then, slowly, her face morphed into the distressed, round-eyed look of another student entirely. "What... how did you... b-but..." Tsumugi seemed to be trying to decide what to ask first. Finally, she settled on one question. "Kyoko, you're naked! What, are you just going to sit there interrogating me, naked?! You're supposed to be plain embarassed!"

"I am, obviously, but I'm not giving you any chance to escape. Right here, we're going to have a breakdown of what you did, and have you admit to it."

"Kyoko, I really did send those pics to Makoto!" Tsumugi yelled with surprising urgency. "Right now, he's probably thinking his girlfriend is pinning down his sister, butt naked in a crowded hallway! I'm sure that must be hard to shrug off even for you, right?!"

"... Obviously. I'll explain everything later-" Finally, Kyoko's momentum did break, as she grit her teeth and grew more red. "Wait a minute. To be clear, I'm not Makoto's girlfriend. We're friends, nothing more."

Shuichi cleared his throat. "Back to the matter at hand... how did you know this was Tsumugi?"

Kyoko crossed her arms in front of her breasts self-consciously, using one hand to play with her long hair. "I'm not eager to go into it in great detail here, but when I started to consider the facts, they fell into place. Detectives don't believe in coincidence; when too many things started going against me, it made more sense to assume someone was orchestrating them."

"Why wouldn't you assume that was Nagito?"

"There were a number of reasons. First, Nagito faked his attack on Monokuma. I could tell because the style of knife he was using didn't match the sawed serration on Monokuma's body. It was more reasonable to assume Monokuma, a robot, was directed to attack himself, leaving Nagito plenty of time to steal the clothes. Having me hunt him down was plenty of motivation for him to agree to do it, because it showcases my talent, Nagito's obsession. When I consider the other person who stood in my way, Tsumugi is the clear candidate. While she acted as a victim-"

"Uh, Kyoko," Shuichi tried to interrupt her, noticing that as the action had started to slow down, a number of students (chief among them the now-energetic Teruteru) were taking the opportunity to get some photos of the interesting scene.

Kyoko ignored him and continued. "She did more than her fair part to embarrass me with an exploding outfit and ridiculous rules. Other people appeared before me later, of course, but she conveniently disappeared from the action after I destroyed her drone. This is because she had to start doing manual legwork. I noticed it first by Leon's unusual reaction in the hall, shocked at my indecency as if he was seeing it for the first time, and now, clearly, by the presence of a second Komaru in a place she couldn't possibly be. When I got to see her face close-up, there was no longer any doubt. For an ordinary student, it would be impossible to disguise yourself as two people as different as Leon and Komaru... but for you-"

"They're not disguises, they're cosplay!" Tsumugi defended pointlessly, holding her one free hand up to point at Kyoko. "And besides... I mean, I picked Komaru because there's no possible reason she should have been at the school! That was a safe pick! This isn't fair!"

Nagito scoffed, putting a finger to his head and looking down on her. "I guess this is why you're the Ultimate Cosplayer and not the Ultimate Mastermind... I expected way too much from you. To put the success of a plan like that in the hands of luck... How disappointing!"

"Grrr... This was supposed to be just plain fun!" Tsumugi whined petulantly, kicking her feet on the floor while Shuichi remained kneeling next to her. "It was supposed to be Chiaki, not you! Why did she have to give you her ticket?! Chiaki would have just stumbled along from one trap to the next, blushing and bouncing and doing all those fun things to watch! She wouldn't do all the boring, annoying detective stuff you're doing now. I didn't ask for that!"

Kyoko had a small laugh at the tantrum. "Life's not fair, is it? In any case, would you like me to list all of the charges against you? Let me remind you that Shuichi is a licensed detective on behalf of the Headmaster of this school. He himself is authorized to hand you over to the police. The actual police."

Tsumugi continued struggling for only a second, then stopped, looking at Kyoko with a suddenly blank expression, still wearing her green contacts that gave her an unsettling unnatural eye color. "Hm? Oh, no. I don't think that's how this story ends. I mean, it could... but that's not really the ending anyone wants, is it?"

Kyoko had a smaller laugh this time, feeling uneasy at Tsumugi's sudden confidence. "What are you talking about? I'm sorry to say, we don't always get what we want."

"Sometimes, in some genres, we do! Sometimes we always, predictably, get exactly what we want." Tsumugi quipped back, now smiling in a strange, unbothered way. "Say, Kyoko. Since you wanna put on your brainy detective hat, why don't we detective this thing all the way to the end? I want you to really think about it."