Kyoko's clothes come to her.

Wearing Komaru's clothes was starting to sound like a reasonable course of action. For some reason, the idea of appearing in Hope's Peak Academy with the plain uniform of another academy's student seemed demeaning, but it was far less demeaning than doing it in the nude... or, perhaps worse, in Shuichi's underwear.

"Why did things have to get so complicated?" Kyoko mused, crossing her arms in front of her bare chest and staring at the door she'd entered the laundry hall from. "After all this time, I can only assume the pervert who put me through this mess is long gone. I don't suppose he'd be so kind as to walk through that door with my clothes in hand..."

As if on cue, the door she was watching swung open. A figure shouldered their way in, their body largely obscured by the damp bundle of women's' clothing they were holding. Actually, not "women's'" clothing... the leather gloves, the jacket, the long boots, and even the dark, decorated panties clearly belonged to one particular woman, the same woman now gawking at them in disbelief. Kyoko couldn't make out who the newcomer was, but she could tell from the dark coat peeking around the pile that it was the same perpetrator she'd witnessed before.

Nobody was able to say a word at the strange sight, so nobody was able to warn the advancing figure about the tangle of bodies on the floor. Komaru seemed to realize what was about to happen and, making a quick decision, rolled off of Shuichi's body to let him take the brunt of the incoming figure's boot. The poor detective let out a pained "oof!" and the newcomer nearly tumbled as a third body into the pile. If they'd focused on holding their load, they probably would have. Instead, they released the entire wad as a projectile flying towards the original owner, then deftly balanced back onto their heels.

Time seemed to slow as the clothes flew towards Kyoko's face. They were in her reach. Dampness be damned, she could simply put on all of her things and resume her normal, rational, dignified life, putting all of the day's craziness behind her...

The squeak of a boot on the tile of the floor, followed by heavy footsteps, snapped Kyoko back from that dream to reality. She wasn't just some naked woman who'd had her things kindly returned by a passing stranger: she was a naked detective, robbed of her clothes and dignity, and that fleeing stranger was the perpetrator responsible.

So, Kyoko followed her instinct. She rushed headlong into the slap of her own wet clothes around her, grabbing just what she could in her sprint, carefully bounding into the gap between Komaru's body and Shuichi's, then over her fellow detective who was too busy reeling in pain to enjoy the fantastic, once-in-a-lifetime view.

Kyoko wasn't blind to what she was doing. Following the loud footsteps of the perpetrator's boots through the stairwell, the Ultimate Detective was quite clear that she was running butt-naked after a potentially dangerous criminal, and that she had no hope of catching him before he made it to the relative safety of a public space. And, as for what she had to wear...

... She'd caught her gloves, her skirt, and one boot. The boot was pointless enough for her to discard immediately. As for the rest... There was no convenient way for her to put the skirt on mid-flight, so she clenched the fabric in her teeth along with one glove, carefully pulling the other taut with her free hands as she raced. If nothing else, she was going to protect the secret of her scarred hands from any witnesses.

Equipped with the little dignity she could find, Kyoko threw open the door to the lobby where she was sure the culprit had turned, her skirt still held in her bite and determination in her eyes. On the other side of the door...

The culprit stood at the other end of the lobby by the entrance doors, applauding her with a huge smile. "Amazing!" Nagito Komaeda congratulated her, his pale eyes sparkling as he gasped with exertion. He wiped sweat from his forehead beneath his heavy white bangs, then held his hands to his side dramatically. "Just what I'd expect from the Ultimate Detective! It isn't just about your mind, it's your mindset that sets you apart! It's your commitment to the case! I'm thrilled, I really am!" Even though he was out of breath, he seemed too wound up to pause and catch it.

Kyoko continued glaring at him with hatred as she freed her skirt from her mouth and hurriedly stepped into it. With her other arm, she kept her bare breasts covered. "Thrilled, are you? I hope it was worth it, you perverted psychopath."

"Woah, easy!" Nagito replied good naturedly, gesturing with his hands to calm her down as though she had said something unreasonable. "I get 'psychopath' a lot, but 'perverted?' I returned your clothes, didn't I? Even brought 'em to the place I thought it'd be easiest for you to get 'em back. If there was anything I wanted a look at by stealing those clothes of yours, it wasn't your body, no offense. It was your talent! And what incredible talent it is...! Way too good for trash like me," he mused, staring distractedly at one of his hands while he moved the other into his pocket. His eyes snapped back up to the detective, as his grin grew wide in excitement once more. "Say, Kyoko... Are you going to arrest me now?"

"You may be crazy, but at least you aren't delusional. Yes, you're about to be arrested." Kyoko flashed a smile in spite of her situation, determined to project confidence in the face of danger. Ironically, having Nagito as her opponent made her feel more at ease: it was possible to believe this opponent really wasn't interested in her naked body, leaving her no reason to feel embarrassed. "I happen to know a good pair of handcuffs with your name on them. Sorry to disappoint you and that weird fetish of yours, but I don't think I'll have to use much talent to get you convicted."

"Incredible! Those eyes of yours give me shivers! Aah, that talent of yours...!" With a strange look in his eyes, the young man fished out of his pocket what he'd been reaching for: a switchblade, which he quickly deployed, holding it up to the light to ensure she could clearly make it out. His pleasant smile looked out of place under his empty eyes. "I'm looking forward to showing your talent to everyone..."

Nagito's threat hung in the air for a moment before he flicked the blade back with a practiced motion, shut his creepy eyes, and shifted to an apologetic smile. Then, he turned on his heels and bolted for the hall. "Just as soon as you catch me! I hear some voices this way, Detective... You're not going to give up just for having an audience, I assume?!" his voice called back.

"Dammit..." Kyoko clicked her teeth, secured her breasts with one arm, and gave chase.