(S)exposition and Hope.

Makoto’s sleep was interrupted after feeling a sudden pressure on his diaphragm. He attempted to move his limbs in vain only to find then entangled soft yet muscular flesh. The more he struggled the tighter the grip around his body. Light snoring filled the room.

“Mnnn.” A slight sequel of discontent was emitted as he turned his body. Finally with enough determination, he discovered the intruder's identity, Aoi Asahina. His heart nearly stopped as he drank her in. That content look on her face as if nothing could worry her, her long brown hair framing it, and the light snoring. It was hard to remember at times that Hina was just a sweet person and not the spastic amazon. Then his eyes drifted downward taking note of the lack of coverage.

Heat encompassed his body as he freaked out trying to escape her bear hug. Guilt started to take its hold. “Makoto! Makoto Calm down your just having a bad dream babe!” he had woken here up. Jesus, why did he mess everything up. Her fingers glided through the hair on the back of his head and some of the panic subsided. None of this was real. All of what Asahina was doing was a lie programmed into her due to his stupidity. She wasn't happy. She didn't know him. Yet her kindness soothed him. All take and no give. Makoto made up his mind.

“Better?” she asked tentatively but not budging an inch on letting go. He turned “A little bit yeah. Hey Hina I know this sounds dumb or mean but I'm having difficulty remembering… things. Like our relationship. Can you jog my memory?” she scanned him with a concerned look which slowly turned to a mixture of hurt when she saw his sincerity. “I guess I really did hurt you bad huh. Okay I’ll start from the beginning” she scooted him into her lap head firmly between breasts

_Vanilla exposition with a dash of NSFW you can skip starts here_

“ I had been training for one of my many sports clubs at the local park. A day like any other except I forgot to warm up and in the middle of my cross country training, I managed to break my leg and right wrist. I was helpless and alone in the backwoods and the pain was unbearable. In tears I blacked out from the pain only to be woken up by you car- er well more dragging me back.” her hands roamed his body but her voice had a waiver to it. She eventually reached his boxers and started playing with the hem snapping it against his skin. Mixed signals reached Naegi’s brain.

I got an ambulance and healed up for a couple of months, and you visited. I was sent to physical therapy and you encouraged me. When I finally got back into swimming you cheered me on. You helped me with my brother, with my classes, even my problems. At first, I thought it was pity and that you’d disappear when you realized I wasn't some weak flower to nurture. But still, you visited.” her hand went beneath his boxer's fingers lightly ghosting over his growing member. Everything was soft and sensual. One might even call it loving if a bit perverse.

“And then I got scared. You weren't like everyone else who thought I was a spaz or wanted me for my body, or even only liked me for my talent. So I asked why. And cute small lil you responded ‘because your Hina’. No grand reasoning, no confession of love, you were just nice because you're nice. And that was that I fell for you. For weeks I tried to tell you how I felt but you just refused to get it.” her finger fully wrapped around his manhood and feet pushed his boxers down. A steady rhythm began which was nearly much for him. His nails lightly traced over her uncovered legs. A slight coo escaped her.

“Someone’s pent up. I’ve been a bad girlfriend this week. Just let go and relax. I'll finish up real soon.” tears were filling his eyes from the mind-numbing pleasure. “So eventually I cornered you, we made out, I asked if you wanted to go on a date, we made out, I asked if you wanted my boyfriend and we made out some more. I may have done a few things out of order, But still, you accepted me. You're my best friend and lover Makoto. And every day with you is a dream.” She shyly turned her head away from him and puffed out her cheeks. This would have melted most people's hearts if her hands were not ravenously milking him of life. The poor boy was a red-faced mess being dominated by his fake girlfriend.

And then all was white for Makoto. Sound sight and feel blended into a tapestry of sensation indecipherable to lesser beings. When he could finally make out his surroundings a sleeping sound came from overhead. Ashaina's hands were clean save some drool “I think I found a protein supplement replacement while we are here. Of course, I’ll have to put you back on the diet.” Then night moved onward.

__ Exposition end__

Makoto was satisfied in more ways than one. He had a clear target for his hormones who loved him even if her memory was wrong. He could face monokuma’s challenge now and could give Aoi the boyfriend she deserved. He opened the door to a bright future. *Thud* “my glasses, I can't see without my glasses” then the sound of a splash of water. Makoto looked to see two girls outside his door Toko who was missing her glasses, Kyko who had a glass of water on her head balanced perfectly. “Are you all alright?!”Junko sped onto the scene only to slip on the wet ground bowl into Makoto landing perfectly to look into his eyes they stared at each other and once more her expression went blank much like Aoi. a cacophony of monotone voices rang.

“Passive Trigger Unlocked: Pretty in Pink”

“Passive Trigger Unlocked: She’s a Tramp”

“Active Trigger Unlocked: all Dolled up”

“Clean up time 5 minutes,” they said in unison before going still

Makoto lifted Junko up and placed her against the wall, walked back into his room, and locked the door.