Alright, so I came across a prompt on tumblr about a Naegiri fanfic where Naegi and Kirigiri go to a restaurant, and when the waiter gets his order wrong, he shouts, "You've got that wrong!". Well, I've decided to fill that prompt, and put a bit of a darker twist on it. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and this will be a multi-chapter fic. In addition, I'm still doing my FMA story, so updates will be posted whenever. Cover art source: www. zerochan 1549445 by SubaruSumeragi.

Disclaimer: To my utmost despair, I do not own DANGANRONPA.

Two years. It had been two long years since they left their cage and earned their freedom. For every day they could not remember, another was lived outside those tightly bolted doors. From that first step they took into the future, into their newfound destiny, they were filled with the strongest hope in the world. It was that ceaseless feeling that overcame despair, time and time again. However, there was only a single question on Kyoko Kirigiri's mind: just how long would that hope last? She could feel it, in the air, in their hearts, that this hope was fading fast. Why? Because their most hopeful person, deemed even the Super High School Level Hope, was beginning to fall away. None of them knew it but her, and for the second time in her life, she was scared. Scared and alone with the boy who had saved them all. Togami, with Fukawa in tow, decided to part last winter, while Hagakure and Asahina decided to head west. And for such a long time, she hadn't even spoken of, nor thought of them. But it was now, as her Hope was fading, that she needed them the most.

Chapter One

It's just us in this small world.

Kirigiri walked down the cold boulevard as she could feel winter's chill along her jawline. She adjusted her green scarf, pulling it over her mouth and neck to feel its warmth. She could see people passing her by, not having a care in the world. For that, at least, she was glad. Caring about nothing is far better than despairing over everything. Her hair flowed in the breeze as the soft kiss of Jack descended on her ears. She sighed as she turned the corner, fishing in her pockets for a key. She approached the dark, mahogany door to her-… to their little apartment. She sighed again as she turned the handle and opened the door.

The room was dark as it was cold. She cursed softly to herself as she adjusted the thermostat, the room gradually growing warmer as she could almost feel her wallet empty. She put down her bag as she opened the door to the open room of their apartment. To her chagrin, it was even darker in there. She flicked on the lights as she took off her coat and scarf. "Makoto? I'm back from… the post office…" she looked around the room, the boy not in sight. With a roll of her eyes, she opened the bedroom door, to find him sitting alone in the dark, again.

"Makoto…" she sighed as she turned on another light. "Why are you sitting in the dark? We aren't that strapped for cash." For a full eight seconds, he doesn't say anything, almost as though she had never spoken. Suddenly, he perked up, turning around at the second call of his name. He turned to see worried eyes upon him. "O-oh… Hi, Kirigiri…"

"Makoto. I've told you already, stop calling me that. You aren't asking to borrow lunch money or saying hi to someone you don't know… it's Kyoko to you." She wrapped her arms around him, and held him tightly.

"S-sorry, Kyoko… I just keep forgetting…"

"And one more thing. Stop sitting all alone in the dark… it makes me uneasy." She held him a little tighter.

"Y-yeah… sorry again…" he said softly as he returned her embrace. They sat there in silence for a solid six minutes, content with only holding each other, content in the silent passion they shared. Kirigiri, with a peck on Naegi's cheek, stood from her place beside of him, and made a move to adjust the thermostat.

"Like I told you, Makoto, we aren't strapped for cash. You don't have to sit there and freeze." To her surprise, it was already set to warm… had she already adjusted it?

"Sorry, Kyoko… I didn't really notice that it was so cold in here…" Naegi averted his eyes.

"You don't have to apologize, just… make sure to keep yourself warm. January isn't exactly the warmest month of the year, Makoto. I'd hate to think you'd catch cold just by your lack of perception." She turned to look at him as she closed the thermostat. "You're smarter than that, aren't you?"

"Y-yeah, I guess so… sorry for worrying you."

"Stop apologizing" she said stiffly.

"Oh! Sor-" she glared at him in that Kirigiri kind of way. Almost undetected, but present and fierce.

She averted her gaze, tangling a gloved, dismissive hand in her lavender hair. "I hate it when you apologize like that... It makes me feel like a bully. Like we aren't on the same wavelength. A sorry every now and again is fine, but… stop being so apologetic, Makoto. You did nothing wrong."

Naegi sat there, a little surprised by her words. With a start and a nod, he spoke. "Okay, I'll work on that… I didn't mean to upset you." She smiled at him, walking closer and putting a hand in his hair.

"You never do." She gave him another peck on the cheek as she crossed the apartment. She made to take off her shirt when the boy behind her made a noise of embarrassment.

"K-Kyoko! Shouldn't I leave first?! T-that's, uhm…" the boy was blushing bright red.

The girl rolled her eyes at him. "Makoto, how many times have I told you. We've been dating for years now. We live in the same apartment. You've seen just as much of me as I've seen of you. I don't get what the problem is."

"I-it's just! We haven't really gotten that far into our relationship a-and… well…"

"If it makes you that uncomfortable, then I'll go in the bathroom."

"N-no, it isn't that… it's just…" the boy was blushing even brighter now, scratching at his head.

Just like Kyoko had been practicing, she took a breath to clear her mind. Okay, so maybe changing in front of my boyfriend might embarrass him a little. I can see where he's coming from, but… aren't boys supposed to like this sort of thing…? I guess Makoto's just that kind of guy, albeit a little strange. I suppose he has a right to be flustered.

"No, I'm sorry. I should be more considerate of your position. It's… nice how you can be so modest. Same old Makoto, I suppose." Regardless, she continued to remove her shirt, deciding to take the rest of her garments off in the bathroom to spare her boyfriend's blood and feelings.

"It's nothing. I'll be out in a minute. " she closed the bathroom door with a thud. Even through their relationship together, the both of them still had trouble understanding each other sometimes. Kirigiri still lacked incredibly in social skills, and resorted to small fits of passive-aggressiveness. Naegi, on the other hand, was as modest and apologetic as ever, still not having too much of a backbone. He was the same old Naegi, unlike the one in the class… In spite of their differences, both of them worked hard to even each other out. Kirigiri practiced breathing exercises to cool off and tried to think from the other person's point of view, while Naegi tried to speak up and not apologize so often. Although they hadn't made much progress in this endeavor, it was certainly a start.

It was then that a thought came to mind. "Hey, Kyoko. Why are you changing, anyway? Are you going out somewhere?" he asked innocently.

"Hm?" she said from the other side of the bathroom door. "Do you think I'm cheating on you, Makoto?"

"W-what?! No! Why would I ever think that, Kyoko?" Naegi's voice was loud and confused from outside the bathroom, and Kyoko couldn't help a small laugh. "I'm only teasing you, Makoto." She came out of the bathroom in a long black dress. "And what's this business of me going out somewhere?"

Naegi couldn't help a blush as she took in the sight of Kyoko in her dress. She was beautiful… unsurprisingly. Because Naegi hadn't let himself forget that from the first time he laid eyes on her.

"Huh?" it seemed that he was a little dazed.

"We're going out together. On a date. We haven't gone out in weeks." She dug into her bag from the 'post office' and pulled out a garment bag.

"And I was lying about the post office. I wanted to surprise you with a gift."

"O-oh…" Naegi blushed harder. "You really shouldn't have, Kyoko. I didn't get you anything…"

"That's the idea." She smiled to herself with satisfaction.

"Eh?"

"You always do those little things just to make me happy… surprise me with a pancake breakfast, that beautiful necklace… and on our anniversary… when you bought me an entire case of gloves. I loved every single pair. So tonight, I wanted to do something for you, something out of the ordinary. Go ahead. Open it."

Naegi looked upon the parcel with mild confusion that soon blossomed into curiosity. He unzipped the bag, and out came a handsome suit, adorned with a green tie.

"It's… wonderful. Thank you, Kyoko…"

"No, I should be thanking you, Makoto. At least… I will when you put it on."

"What do you mean?"

"To be completely honest… I was being a little selfish when I bought you this suit. See, every time we go out to dinner, you… well, you wear that." She pointed to the offending garments, his blazer and, more importantly, his hoodie.

"What?! What do you mean? Is there something wrong with how I dress?"

"Every time we go out on a date, you wear that… damned hoodie…! Even when I go out of my way to get prettied up, you still wear that damn hoodie."

"I don't wear it that often…"

Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? What do you wear to bed then, hm?" She tapped her heeled boot on the floor, waiting with arms folded for an answer.

Naegi frowned as he sputtered. "Uuh…my uh…um…"

"Your hoodie. Your goddamned hoodie." She pointed at the garment with an accusatory finger.

"But it's so comfortable! I mean… it's all I remember wearing…"

"Take it off." She said bluntly, coldly. Kirigiri-like.

"W-what?! Kyoko, what are you-"

"If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you. I can't stand that hoodie. All the time, it's like you don't own anything else. Sure, wear it outside, wear it to bed if it makes you happy, but I'm not going to go out and buy an expensive dress just to have my boyfriend dressed in that." She pointed again.

"It isn't that bad, Kyo-."

'Take it off!" she was a little more demanding this time, a little more scary.

"B-but, it's so-"Kyoko pounced on him, trying to remove the horribly green piece of clothing from his lithe body. "Hey! Kyoko! What are you doing?!"

She wrestled with him. "I said take it off!"

"No!"

"TAKE IT OFF"

"Okay! Okay! I give, I give!" Kyoko had the boy pinned to the ground by his arms.

"Do you now?" she huffed.

"I do! I do!" She let him up as he grabbed the slightly wrinkled hoodie and took it into the bathroom, closing (and locking) the door behind him. She moved to the couch and sat down, smirking to herself as she crossed her legs.

Fifteen minutes later, she was growing impatient. If a girl can put on a dress in five minutes, why is it taking him so long? A little perplexed, she knocked on the bathroom door.

"Makoto? You… uh… okay in there?" She felt so awkward talking through the door. The bathroom door. Maybe that's how he feels…

"Y-yeah! Just fine, Kyoko! I'll be out in a sec!" he was flustered for some reason, and Kyoko wanted to know why.

What is he doing in there? Did he have to go to the bathroom? Is he…relieving himself?

She blushed a little at the thought, and decided it was best to just wait it out. Unfortunately, another eight minutes passed by. She was tired. "I'm coming in" she said as she grabbed the master key.

"No! Wait, I'm-!"

Mystery solved.

There Makoto sat, on the toilet seat, a flustered mess, his green tie in knots.

"Makoto… is that what this is all about? You could have just asked for help." She walked towards him, getting on her knees to be level with his chest

"Well! I… Well, you see…"

She rolled her eyes. "No need to be embarrassed about it. Actually, I had a different scenario laid out. I had thought you were up to…well, up to something else." Naegi looked at her, bemused. Yet the second her insinuation dawned on him, another blush invaded his visage. "W-W-What?! I-I don't- I don't do that!"

She shrugged her shoulders, apathetic. "I wouldn't know." Before he could respond, she changed the subject.

"Anyway, let's get this tied." She reached out with gloved fingers, undoing all of the knots the boy had made in an effort to correctly tie the tie. Then, it hit her.

"Makoto"

"…Yeah?"

"…Wasn't this already tied? In the ensemble, I mean." Her voice was expressionless as she focused on the task at hand. "This came tied in the package." The boy looked away with mild shame.

" I-I don't know how it happened, but… it just kinda… came undone."

"It was tied so well, too. Nonetheless, it can't be helped." She sat there for a moment, working quickly with her fingers. "There." She tied it tightly, bringing it up a little too tightly around his neck. "That should do it."

"Hn! Y-yeah. Thanks." he choked a little as she tightened it. However, he couldn't find it in himself to complain.

"Ready to go, Makoto?"

"Yeah… where are we going, anyway?"

"Well, I had thought about going to Angel Mort like usual, but I thought we could go somewhere… nice tonight. How about Blue's?"

"Blue's? You mean that high-dollar place?"

"Yeah. It'll be fun." She said flatly as they made their way to the door.

"Well, if that's where you want to go, then I'm all for it." He said as he smiled.

"Great. That'll make things a little easier on my part, you know, without having to use the chloroform."

"What!" his eyes widened a reasonable amount as he seemed frightened with the idea.

"I was kidding, Makoto. " Kirigiri said.

"Oh." He certainly seemed relieved. She grabbed his hand and led him out the door, grabbing her purse and their scarves on the way.

"Well, we should probably get going."

Without a word, the boy was happily dragged along for the ride. It had begun to snow as they walked through the peaceful night. After a minute, Naegi was walking beside of her, his hand hesitantly trying to find its way around her waist. After a moment of trying, and failing, her boyfriend gave up, putting his awkward little hands into his pockets. With a roll of her eyes, Kirigiri grabbed her boyfriend about the waist, leaning on him to share his warmth, as they grew closer to the lamplights of the city scene.

Chapter One

End.