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Make no mistake, I’m a sociopath.
God, that sounded evil. Let’s rewind a little.
I grew up all over Japan. House after house, restraining order after restraining order. Everything kind of blends together.
If the chances of being picked were 50/50, I somehow landed on it like eight times.
So by the time I was fourteen, I’d moved through seven different foster homes and attended six different academies.
After a while, you stop seeing the point in telling the truth anymore. Sharing your deepest, darkest secrets with your best friend?
Yeah, can’t relate.
But then one year, all of that almost changed.
For the first time ever, I found myself in a foster home for two consecutive years, going on three.
And then I, like… became an Ultimate and cute a month into high school, so “people hitting on you” social leverage was really awesome. The popular people would talk to me all the time.
AND THEY WERE JUST STUPID.
Like, they never had anything to worry about. Never left out, never alone.
And when I think about it… all the thinking I’d ever done was when I was alone.
I was nice about it, and I thought I’d always be nice about it. Finally in one place to build a steady school life.
AND THEN LIFE SAID FUCK THAT.
The piece of shit gamer son of the foster home caregiver got everyone evicted for pirating breakbeat mixtapes.
It’s not even good music.
Anyways, the caregiver was crying while packing up moving boxes, and that’s when she told me I was being moved to a new foster home.
And I just got settled!
I said, “FUCK YOU, I’m living with a friend from my school. He’s just a neighborhood down.”
I put the boxes down and went over.
Knocked on the door and…
BOOM.
A gunshot.
My exploitative best friend killed himself.
I walked in…
The floor looked like a whole-ass video game. Just blood everywhere.
And get this, his suicide note was stuck to the fridge with a Cookie Monster magnet.
All he wrote on it was:
“Kokichi’s fault.”
I’m Kokichi, by the way. Hi.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM?!
Maybe I missed his club sports game? Some men are so into this revenge-suicide thing.
But whatever.
It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters…
I got picked to go to Hope's Peak Academy.
Foster homes, academies, friends.
All the same fates.
But I always said that while leaving.
This time…
IT’S ON ARRIVAL.