Talk to her?

"Hey, Toko!" Makoto really didn't know what to say in this situation. And that probably wasn't the best thing, of all of them, to say. Because Toko nearly fell of her chair with fright.

"M-M-Makoto!" She squealed, shoving the book into her chest to cover it from view. "What are you doing here?!"

"It _is _a school library, for all the students. I was browsing," he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"S-sure you were," Toko was beet red, "You p-probably just came here to laugh at me... being on my own... all, 'L-look at this lame pig sitting in the library by herself, isn't she j-just a loser?"

"What? No! No, not that at all! I was just... wondering... uh..." Makoto trailed off, suddenly discovering he didn't know which word to use next. Toko was glowering at him, accusatorially.

But then he had a sudden idea. Makoto had no clue if it was going to work, or if Toko was going to react well to it at all. The fact that she would still remember a failed attempt stuck out in his mind.

But ever more pressing to Makoto was that he needed to do this if he wanted to stop the killings from starting. He sighed, and took the risk.

"I was wondering if I could... uh... have my book back..."

"You were... what?" Toko glanced down at the book she was holding, then back up at him. Then down to the book, and then back up to him. Book. Him. Book. Him.

Then her eyes went wide and her face turned even redder.

"Y-You were reading this?!" She demanded. Makoto laughed sheepishly, "What the- what - how- what sort of d-degenerate are you, reading something like this? I bet you just can't wait t-to try some of these... these _things _out on all the girls, hell, I bet you do already, with that Kirigiri girl and your maid."

"No, I haven't done anything with either of them!" Technically, that wasn't true, but was Makoto about to announce that to the entire library? Yeah, absolutely not.

"W-w-whatever!" Toko snapped, brandishing the book at him, "J-just take this piece of trash and get out of here!"

And Makoto Naegi was thus winded by the impact of the Most High-Brow Pornography Kyoko Kirigiri Could Find making sharp contact with his chest. He stumbled, grunting with pain, as Toko strode out of the room.

Or, at least, tried to stride out of the room. There was no way Makoto could let her leave.

"Toko, wait!" He grabbed her wrist.

"U-unhand me!"

"Weren't you reading it too?" Makoto demanded. Toko went silent and stopped moving, staring down at the floor.

"It's not fair of you to get mad at me over something you were doing as well," he told her, "I heard you, you were getting quite invested."

"I-! Uh, how could you-!" Toko looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Makoto could feel the way her pulse jumped from his hold on her wrist. "D-don't s-s-say it out loud like that, you make me sound like- like that f-fat pervert with the fanfiction."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with admitting you enjoy something, so long as it doesn't hurt anyone, right?" Makoto rubbed small circles on her wrist with his thumb, trying to be comforting. Toko tensed, and he quickly stopped. _"Did _you enjoy it?"

He could practically feel the heat emanating from Toko's face. Her pulse jumped again, and he felt a pang of sympathy for her, especially for the fact that Kyoko was quite literally just standing there, hearing this too. But if he was successful, nobody would remember this. And Toko, Kyoko, and everyone else would be safe from whichever monster got off on watching them kill each other.

"I-I-I..." Makoto was worried Toko was about to start hyperventilating. But then she, staring firmly at anything but him, spoke."The characters were h-horrendously written," she said, divisively, "They had n-n-no redeeming qualities at all,_ _the heroine had absolutely no agency and was s-such a boring little strumpet, I wanted to rip her hair out, I would b-barely consider the prose passable, so many useless adjectives, but that didn't matter, I suppose, considering there was barely even a plot at all. I don't know why the author bothered with a plot at all, it was clear that they were only looking for an excuse to just write chapters and chapters of horrifically described sex, honestly, the fact that this got published in the first place is an insult to the l-literary craft!" Makoto couldn't help but laugh a little. When her snobby little jabs weren't aimed at him and his friends, they were actually quite endearing.

"But..." It was as if Toko suddenly remembered her previous embarrassment, as it flooded back with even greater intensity. "I... d-did enjoy it. I did..."

"Oh?"

"I bet you think I'm a p-pervert, huh?" Toko looked sharply up at him. "A d-d-disgusting, _filthy _girl who likes disgusting, filthy things, don't you?"

"What, no! I don't think that at all!" Honestly, Makoto wasn't actually that surprised by it, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I did too." A bold-faced lie on that last part, but whatever. "Believe it or not, people don't particularly want to spend all their time antagonising you."

"W-what would you know!?" Toko snapped, and Makoto sensed he'd entered onto a touchy subject. Best that he try to get this all back on track.

"Just... I'd like to know that you'd be able to trust me, is all."

"Hmph! That's what all men say. They always w-w-want something out of you! But..." Toko sighed, "I might... be _open _to the possibility... o-one day."

Her eyes flicked slowly up to him, expectantly. Makoto took her hand properly.

"I don't want anything from you. Honestly, I just," It was now or never. Makoto needed to take the risk. He stepped forward, close enough to Toko to realise how surprisingly long her eyelashes were, how pretty her eyes actually were. "I just want to make you feel good."

It sounded a little corny, but it got the message across well enough. Because Toko jumped back, panicked, which wasn't exactly the intended result.

"W-w-what the h-hell are y-you playing at!?"

"Hey, hey, calm down, I'm not playing at anything." Makoto took her hand again. Toko stared at it. "I just... I think that you should do more things that make... you happy, you know? I just want to help," he said, "If you'll let me."

Makoto prayed to every lucky star he could find that Toko wouldn't run on him. She stood there, completely silent, saying nothing, but not pulling away, either. Her eyes were wide, her brows furrowed, she stared at him. Makoto held his breath.

Then, eventually, finally;

"F-fine. T-this better not be some t-trap to humiliate me, because if it _is, _I'll... I'll... I'll kill myself and haunt you forever!"

Jesus, that was a little ****. Makoto looked around. Regardless of if they'd remember it or not, he didn't feel entirely right doing something with Toko where Kyoko could see it, particularly as Toko didn't even know she was there.

He found a corner where Kyoko couldn't see, where nobody could really see what was going on unless they were standing right in it, and lead Toko there.

"I-I-I'm going to warn you, I've never d-done something like this before. But I bet you probably figured that out already. 'Look at this useless v-v-virgin, she doesn't k-know anything, w-what a disgusting mess,' that's what you think, right?"

"No!" Toko's constant barrage of accusations was starting to irritate him. "Just, sit down! Beside me, okay?"

Toko walked towards him with uncertainty, and slid down the wall, next to him.

"What... what do you even want me to do?"

Makoto wasn't quite sure how to proceed. But he knew that he had to be the one to continue. The fact that Toko wouldn't remember any of this was a comfort, however cringy or awkward he was about to be would not be registered.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear (it was greasy to the touch, but he could live with that).

"I want... I would... I... I want you... I want you to touch yourself."

Toko's eyes widened. "W-w-what? N-no! No way, you're just trying to g-g-get me to do something embarrassing. L-let me guess, all our classmates are just... waiting outside to catch me like this, huh? This entire thing was a setup, wasn't it!?"

"It's not a setup! I swear!" Makoto threw caution to the wind, yet again, and put a hand just above her knee, still covered by her skirt.

"Hey..." Toko said, softly, looking down at it, "Wh-what..."

Makoto pulled the fabric, bunching it beneath his fingers. They watched the hem of Toko's skirt slowly creep up her leg.

"See, now we're both screwed, if anyone sees us."

"B-but, that doesn't make it any l-less of a s-s-setup."

Her hem was high enough for Makoto to slide his hand under her skirt. He didn't quite move it yet.

"Toko, if you want me to stop, you need to actually say that. You understand?"

Regardless of whether she was going to remember this later or not, Makoto felt like he needed to draw a line somewhere at what he was willing to do for Monokuma's game. Toko nodded, slightly, but said nothing further, and Makoto slid his hand further up her thigh. Even with leg hair her skin was soft to the touch, and he reached his hand forward, to her inner thigh. She let out the smallest of gasps, then quickly bit her lip.

It wasn't entirely what Makoto needed her to do, but it was a start.

He didn't move further, but he was emboldened by sudden idea. Shifting her braid away, Makoto leant in and kissed her on the neck. Toko's squeaked, her hands rushing to her mouth, and Makoto couldn't stop himself from smiling. The noises she made were too cute, especially compared to the rest of her demeanour.

"W-what are you sm-sm-smiling about?" Toko's voice was muffled and embarrassed, her face beneath her hands glowing.

"You. You're cute."

Toko glowered at him, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "Lies," under her breath, but her flush had spread down to her neck and collarbone, and Makoto decided he wanted to get some more of those noises out of her.

He pushed his hand up further, but at the moment his hand reached skin that was suddenly far less smooth, Toko yelped.

"S-stop!"

And that was _definitely _not the type of noise Makoto was going for.

"Sorry!" He pulled his hand away. "Did I hurt you?"

"I... uh... n-no. I'm fine, I'm f-fine. I'd just, prefer if you didn't t-touch me there, t-that's all."

"Oh, okay."

"B-b-but, I understand what you want me to do..." Toko said, softly, "A-are you sure this is what you want? What if... what if I'm gross, or I s-smell weird, or you hate it?"

"I'm sure. Just trust me on this."

Toko nodded, then shifted. Makoto squeezed himself tighter against the shelf as Toko spread here legs a little wider. Her skirt slid further up her legs, until Makoto could see the pink outline of what could be a scar, but he looked away, definite that this was something he wasn't meant to see.

Luckily, he became far more distracted by Toko's hand reaching underneath her skirt, where his had just been. For a moment, all he could watch was her, as her mouth fell open, and let out the tiniest moan. Makoto felt his heart race at the sound of it.

But then, Toko froze.

"Action successful," she said, "Action unlocked: Pleasure's All Mine. Cleanup time: Two minutes."

Makoto was used to the drill, by now. He took a moment and watched Toko, held in that position, her hand still between her legs, and part of him desperately wanted to see her go further, but he decided against it. It felt off to him, to try and do that.

But leaving her masturbating alone in a school library wasn't the best nor kindest of ideas, either. Makoto pulled her hand away, pulled her skirt down, rearranged her into a far less... revealing position, and decided it was best that he make himself scarce before she came back to reality.

Grabbing Kyoko's hand, he pulled her out of the library. Kyoko followed blindly, completely unaware and completely malleable. They were almost at the dorms before she came to again.

"Huh?" She said, outwardly confused for what was probably the first time in her life. "I thought we were in the library."

"We were." He told her, "The plan with Toko worked. Then we walked back here."

"Oh..." Kyoko said, "I don't seem to remember it."

As Kyoko pondered it, Makoto decided to check his Handbook. He flicked over to Toko's profile, and checked the action.

Pleasure's All Mine (Action): Toko will do anything she personally deems enjoyable or pleasurable at your command, regardless of time and place.

Huh. Makoto didn't know enough about Toko's interests or proclivities to know if it would be of any particular use to him, but it would be convenient to have on hand, he supposed.

He then checked the next action.

(2) Toko Fukawa: Get her to lift up her skirt (Must be done in her current personality)

Current... personality? Makoto really needed to get to the bottom of that whole mystery. But Kyoko was looking at him expectantly for advice, and Makoto figured that maybe it was time to work on some other triggers.