------------------------- Character: Shuichi Saihara Setting: Kokichi's old room. Time taken: 2 hours art by: @Petkins1 PLEASE CALL ME WINDFLOWER -------------------------------------
------------ Yes, there is a story to go along with the art. STORY Taking Kokichi's old jacket into his hands, Shuichi looked around, at the faces of his other classmates, each cursed with their own kind of despair. A despair that the others knew, deep in their hearts. Shuichi's despair, was one that no one could ever understand. One that only came at the loss of someone close. A lover. The person he thought he'd spend his life with. He couldn't take it anymore. He ran out of the trial room, forcing back tears. Shuichi didn't know what would be in Kokichi's room. If it was just a mess, or perfectly cleaned. If he had customized it, or if it was plain, like his. But, he needed dto find it. He needed to be close to Kokichi, though he was no longer on the mortal plane. Opening the door to Kokichi's room, Shuichi stepped in. Kokichi's room was quite comfortably furnished. A beanbag in the corner, with some books on a shelf opposite the beanbag. Checkered blankets were on the bed, and it was made perfectly. Almost like... Shuichi shook his head, unwilling to think about the worst. Shuichi's eyes darted to the windowsill, covered in dark purple pillows, and a velvet blanket. "this is where Kokichi would spend a lot of time... on the windowsill..." Shuichi murmured, smiling gently.. He walked over to the windowsill, and sat on it, leaning his back against the wall. Shuichi put the mixtape that Kokichi had personally made him into the cassette player, grabbed the spare pair of earbuds that Kokichi always had in his room, and started to listen.
