Feeling Fashionable?

Makoto wished that he could've seen more with Toko. Or seen more of Toko. Both were good. But, push come to shove, he had the priority of stopping the killings, and he had to make sacrifices for that.

"So, where to now?" Kyoko asked, adjusting her dress. Makoto thought about it, and his thoughts wandered to the image of Junko in the shower. Did she really enjoy showing herself off that much? Maybe that was why she became a model, but Makoto imagined that must've been inconvenient.

Get Her to Wear Something Revealing. There was no rule written that said he couldn't use her trigger... maybe this would be easier than he thought.

Opening his bedroom door, he pulled Kyoko inside.

"What are you planning on doing?" She asked.

"Monokuma?" Makoto called out, and the bear in question rose out of nowhere.

"Naegi? What can I do for you?"

"Do you keep any spare clothes anywhere in the school? Like, costumes and stuff?"

"Oooh!" Monokuma crooned, "Trying to get some triggers, are we? I bet it's Junko's one, am I right or am I right?"

Kyoko stared at them. Makoto pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're right."

"Well, well, well, it's your lucky day, Naegi! I'll let you in on a little secret," Monokuma rummage through his... actually Makoto didn't want to know where he kept things, and pulled out a key.

"Tadaaa! It's a magic key! This'll get you into a special room on the first floor, which will contain all your horny roleplay needs. No need to worry about measurements, it's all been accounted for. Have fun!"

Monokuma tossed the key to Makoto, and vanished. The key bounced out of his hand, but Kyoko caught it before it hit the ground.

"You're not as dextrous as you could be, Makoto." Kyoko handed the key to him.

"Thanks. Let's go check it out."

They realised quite quickly what Monokuma meant when he said measurements had been accounted for. The room was full of clothing racks, each one with a pixel image of each of the girls included in the game. Kyoko's was down the far end of the room, and Toko's was closest to him. It made Makoto think of how she was in the library. But there was no way he could get her to wear anything on the rack. He doubted he could get her to change clothing at all.

"Hey, you can go look at your clothes rack, if you want," Makoto told Kyoko. She nodded, calmly, and walked to it. Makoto went to Junko's one, in the dead centre of the room. The less revealing clothes were at the front. Not to say that they weren't revealing at all, but the ones at the back were barely anything. There was also a separate section for swimsuits. It made Makoto think of Kyoko's task.

"What exactly are you looking for?" Kyoko asked, from the far end of the room.

"I've gotta make Junko wear something revealing. I just don't know how revealing is revealing enough."

"Hm,"

Makoto looked through the swimsuit section, but nothing jumped out to him as particularly of interest. He moved back, and saw it.

It reminded him of one of Sayaka's idol outfits. It was essentially a two piece, a short, periwinkle tennis skirt and a low cut, midriff top that tied at the front. It wasn't too much, but Makoto kinda liked it. The thought of Junko in it, it wasn't too unbearable. Makoto pulled the outfit off of the rack, and went to Kyoko.

It was funny, because she mustn't have heard him approaching. When Makoto turned the corner, he found her holding a swimsuit of her own, staring at it, considering. It was a very simple lilac bikini, high waisted and fairly modest. Makoto, quite suddenly, got an idea.

"You can try it on, if you want to."

Kyoko jumped, turning around to look at him. Her cheeks were a little pink.

"Oh, Makoto, I didn't see you there."

"I think it'd look good on you," Makoto said, "If you want to wear it, you should."

Kyoko stared at it, biting the tip of her thumb, "It's not exactly the type of thing that's appropriate."

"No one will see it but you and me. Don't worry, if it's what you want to do, give it a go."

Kyoko looked around the room, "There's nowhere to get... changed."

"You can do it here. I'll give you some privacy."

Makoto turned, and headed to the edge of the aisle. Makoto knew he shouldn't turn around, but as he heard the sound of cloth hitting the floor, all he could picture was how Kyoko would look right now. It felt too perverted, but he couldn't get the thought out of his head.

"Makoto?" Kyoko quietly asked, "I'm done."

Makoto turned and looked at her. Kyoko was standing a little awkwardly, but she seemed confident enough. Even satisfied. She was still wearing her gloves, but nothing else. Her muscles were very slightly defined, and her skin was pale with lack of sunlight. The bikini top gave her a surprising amount of cleavage, and Makoto had to stop himself from staring at it. He felt the blood come to his cheeks.

"You look good," he said, walking towards her. He wasn't quite sure what to say, words were seeming to fail him, "You look... really good."

"Thanks," Kyoko smiled, but she smiled like she already knew it. Makoto was face to face with her now. Fate was handing this to him on a silver platter. He needed to take a risk.

He took a deep breath, reached up, and grabbed Kyoko's breast, through her top. Kyoko's eyes went wide.

"Makoto..."

She froze.

"Action successful. Trigger unlocked: Lie Detector. Cleanup time, one minute."

There wasn't much Makoto could do in terms of cleanup, unless he wanted to try and put her clothes back on in one minute. And the thought of Kyoko catching him holding her clothes while she was in a state of undress, with no memory of how it occurred, was a little terrifying. Instead, he took a look at his handbook for whatever Lie Detector meant.

Lie Detector (Active): When asked, Kyoko will be completely honest about everything she thinks and feels on a subject. She will also partake in the action she honestly wants to do.

(3) Kyoko Kirigiri - Get her to participate in a trigger with another girl (She must partake in the exact action). Cannot be done using a trigger. (Blue).

Makoto had a feeling that would be interesting to see how getting that trigger played out.

"Makoto?" Kyoko suddenly asked, making him jump, "What happened? Why am I wearing this?"

"Right!" Makoto said, unsure how to explain it, "Well, we were looking for clothes for Junko to try on, and you decided you wanted to try on the bikini."

"Huh, I don't remember it," Kyoko said, thoughtfully, "Makoto, I seem to be having gaps in my memory. Does it have something to do with the tasks you've been given?"

Makoto wasn't sure if he should explain it to her. He wasn't sure if he knew how. Instead, he decided to change the subject.

"What do you think of the bikini?" he asked. And then, he remembered the trigger, "Tell the truth."

"Oh!" Kyoko said, looking at herself, and smiled, "I really like it. I like the colour, and I like the way it looks on me, even though it's a little revealing."

Makoto smiled back at her, "Good, I'm glad you do. But I think we should get going, now. I'll let you get changed."

"But, uh, there's one more thing I want to do," Kyoko said, reaching behind her.

And Makoto could do nothing but stare, as she unclasped the top, and let it fall to the floor.

"Wh- wh- wh- Kyoko, what are you doing?"

Makoto made an effort not to look any lower than her face, definitely not to expanse of bare chest just below it. He'd seen her topless before, but her taking her top off for him unprompted? That was something else. Kyoko didn't make any move to cover herself, instead, she crossed her arm under her chest, making her tits all the more obvious.

"Be honest with me," Makoto said, happy that he could get a genuine answer out of her.

"I want you to look at me," Kyoko said, "I want you to look at me like... I don't know. Like you want to see more of me."

Kyoko was quite a shade of pink. It spread down to her collarbone, and Makoto couldn't help but trail his gaze down there. Only, he didn't feel as guilty about it this time. He thought, perhaps, that maybe this was what Kyoko wanted him to do.

He drew closer, close enough to feel the heat emanating from her. If he moved just an inch close, her chest would be up against his shirt. He realised what she wanted from him.

"Kyoko," he murmured, "I do like looking at you." there was very little space between them. He could feel Kyoko's breath as she exhaled. Makoto lifted his hand, and cupped her left breast.

He could feel her heartbeat, like a drum maintaining a rhythm it would impossible for Makoto to match. He pressed closer to her, and Kyoko's breath hitched.

"I think you're really pretty," he told her. He was close enough to kiss her. But Kyoko suddenly pulled away.

"I, um, I'm sorry," she said, crossing her arms, "I don't think a relationship is a good idea, not in these circumstances."

"Oh, I understand, don't worry," he quickly said, "I can't... with the things I have to do. Anything other then... well... sex, it's off the table."

Kyoko reached for her shirt, "Well, Makoto, I believe we have a task for Junko to complete. I'll get changed, and we can leave."

"You're right, you're right. I'll give you a minute."

Makoto left her to get changed, but Kyoko called out to him.

"Hey, Makoto?"

"Yeah?"

"You know something about the memory gaps, don't you?"

Makoto flinched.

"W-what gives you that idea?"

"You changed the subject, when I asked you about it."

He didn't think Kyoko would notice that, the amnesia and the clean up times were making him feel too secure. Makoto needed to stay on his toes.

"I-I-I" He knew he couldn't lie to her, "I do. When we're done with Junko, I'll tell you everything."

"Alright," Kyoko said, "Let's go."

She appeared, dressed as she normally was.

"Shall we go to Junko, now?"