It had been an entire week without him by her side, an entire week since they kissed, an entire week since Andro had smiled... She was lost without his hand in her's. It was sure that she wouldn't have lasted much longer... if it wasnt that while she was venturing the corridors of Hopesgate academy she noticed that a previously locked door was now cracked open.
The cosplayer peeked her head curiosly through the door, seeing something quite odd; fifteen hospital beds all in a row, hooked up to life-giving machines. All but a few of them were empty, the forms residing in them were those of her friends, people who she had previously seen die. She hurried into the room, her mouth fell open when she saw one particular person... her beloved partner.
"Viktor..."

He lay there in silence, bandages tightly wrapped around his bare torso. His skin was so pale, it almost seemed white. An IV stuck into his left arm. There was an oxygen mask covered his mouth, something no other unconcious students had.
Viktor looked so peaceful, his eyes closed gently and his chest rose ever so slightly, even with the mask pumping oxygen, he still struggled to breathe in his coma with his left lung punctured.

A tidal wave of euphoria and sadness crashed over her as her eyes met his dishevled form,
"V-Viktor, Honey-" Andro fellto her knees once she met his side, "You're okay, You... You're still in there.." She leaned in, resting her ear ever so gently to his chest... His heart beat was still playing, her favorite song... still on loop. She wiped some passing tears, as she stood up... maybe he wouldn't mind if she layed with him for just a little bit.

In his mind, he sat quietly against a tree. It sat alone on top of a grassy field, its branches dancing in the wind. His pale fingers played with the grass, as his other arm wrapped around his legs against his chest. Viktor had set his shoes and socks nearby, allowing his feet to feel the slowly drying mud and cool grass benathe him. His mind void of all thoughts except a running memory of the last thing that happened before he had died. Viktor could still faintly hear Monokuma's laugh...

The teens now laid next to each other in the bed, there was just enough room for their two bodies to lie comfortably together on their backs. Andro turned her head to watch him, a mixed smile across her glossed lips, she let her hand fall and grasp his, stroking it gently,
"I love you."

In his little world, he felt a gentle sensation in his right hand.
"HAH!" He yelped, shocked by the sudden feeling. "Wh-what the hell?" He asked himself quietly.

She leaned in a bit closer and pressed a warm kiss to his soft cheek, the young couple hadn't even shared a kiss on the lips yet..

Another sensation on his cheek.
"WHAT THE FUC,K?!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and looking around.

"I'm tired Viktor... I think i'm going to rest with you for a while." She closed her eyes.

He continued to look around him, seeing nothing but green grass swaying gently in the breeze.
"Maybe it was just the wind...?"
He said to himself quietly as he settle back down.

Andro frequently slept without dreams, where it felt as if she blinked and then was awake once more. This is what she suspected had happened now... except she wasnt laying in bed, she was standing in a wide open field. She looked around at her odd surroundings,
"What...? Where am I...?"
She hugged her chest,
"Hello?"

He heard a voice and shot back up, looking around even more frantically.
"Who- who the hell is there?!" He cried out, pressing his back to the trunk of the tree.

"Hello?!" She called.

He eyed the horizon and spotted a dark figure in the distance.
"Who the fu'ck are you?!" He called out, lowering and picking up a branchin case he needed to protect himself.

Andro squinted against the sunlight, "What? I can't hear you!" She answered, walking twoards the voice's source.

"WHAT?!" He yelled back, tightening his grip as he noticed the figure walking closer.

"HUH?" She yelled, quickening her pace.

He pressed his back harder against the tree, squinting his eyes, trying to see who was now running towards him.

Once her eyes adjusted, she saw the figure of a young man with silver hair, a green hooded vest hugged loosly to his chest... No, no it could't be- he was in a hospital bed near death, but still, her heart flipped inside of her, and her young lips gasped the name,
"VIKTOR!"

He dropped the stick and then realized it was /her/.
'Oh god, oh god.. No! She can't be here..' He thought, assuming the worst.
"Andro?" He asked, seeing her blue and pink hair in a loose bun, rather then the cat-ear buns.

Heart pounding, she ran faster, only stopping when she was about ten feet away from him, when she stopped and stared at him, her arms and legs shaking terribly. There were so many things she wanted to say. She wanted to yell at him for leaving her alone, she wanted to tell him how much she missed him, how much she loved him. In a moment of sheer brilliance, she parted her lips and said none of the words she wanted to say, instead alll that came out was a hopless, weak,
"Y-Y-You-"
She pointed at him, arm tremblig.

His mind only assumed one thing.
"Are... are you dead too?" He asked. "You.. died?"

"D-Dead...?" She stuttered.

"That's,. that's why I'm here, isn't it? Because I got executed. I'm dead..." Viktor explained, his hand hovering in front of the middle stab wound, the one that went through his lung.
"There's no way I /wouldn't/ have died...!"

Andro shook her head, walking closer to him, now only a foot or so away.
"You're not dead- I'm not dead either."

"No way, of course I am! I-I fell and.. those last few seconds, I saw those three blades, right through me. I. Am. Dead." He knitted his eyebrows."And if you're here... who killed you...?"

She flinched at the memory,
"No! Come here- give me your hand." She held out an open palm.

Viktor hesitantly held out a shaky hand, placing his into hers.

She took his hand and pressed it onto the left side of her chest, staying silent so he could focus on feeling her heart.

"I- Theres no way..." He said, quietly.

She moved his hand off of her chest and then onto his.
"Do you feel it?"

He felt the gentle beat of his heart, steady and constant.
"But- My heart.. It was... How am I alive?!" He questioned.

"I don't know... but I found you in a hospital bed, all bandaged... everone else who 'died' is in tge room too, different beds." She explained.

"Am.. I sleeping? Will we wake up soon?!" He asked, excited.

She looked around, "I dont think you wake up untill Monokuma's 'game' is over..."

"But, I'm only sleeping. So we'll wake up together in a few moments, right?!" he exclaimed.

Andro looked down, "Y-You're in a coma, kind of..,?"

He knew in the back of his mind, that he probably wouldn't even be waking up until far after Monokuma's game.
"No, I'm not. We're going to wake up, /together/."

Maybe it was the stress of his inquries, or the excitement of seeing him again, whatever the reason, she felt herself fading,
"Wh-What's going on?!"

"A-Andro?!" He asked, feeling the anxiety rising in his chest.

She reach forward, hugging onto him tightly, "H-Hold me- I don't know what's going on!"

He couldn't manage any words, and wrapped his arms around her torso. It was the most he could do..

"Vicktor..?" She said softly, knowing she was almost gone.

The anxiety intesified. He didn't want to be alone.. She was waking up and he would be alone.

She smiled weakly,
"I love y-" and with that, she was gone.

He fell to his knees. Viktor was alone once again. He was terrified to say the least, knowing he was in comatose and Andro still in danger. Viktor realized his breathing became quicker and more hollow.
"O-oh g-god.."

Andro sat straight up in bed, gasping loudly. Was that really all just a shared dream? I seemed so real...
She looked over at Viktor's still face. She wanted desperately to be back with him... and she already knew how to do it.
Andro leaned in to kiss his forehead, "I'll be right back." She got out of bed and headed out of the room.

Viktor looked down at the grass, feeling as if his world had been taken from him. He began to absentmindedly scratch at his cuts, trying to soothe his anxiety, knowing it wouldn't affect him in the waking world.

The cosplayer found herself in her room, quickly fixing her hair and makeup before dashing to the bedside table, gingerly picking up the provided knife.

He stood up frantically, pacing around the tree with his hand tightly over his mouth.
'Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic...'
He thought to himself over and over again.

She walked quickly down the halls, back to the room. She closed the door behind herself as she walked back over to what would soon be their shared bed.

Viktor began to chew nervously on his finger, worrying for Andro and what might happen to her.

Andro got comfortable in bed once more, cuddling under the blankets with her boyfriend. Hesitantly, she lifted her left wrist, and the knife.
"Don't worry, we'll be together soon." She promised.

Viktor ran his hands nervously through his hair, thinking of when he would see her again or if he ever would.

As Andro pressed the knife into her pale skin, memories flodded through her mind, memories of Viktor. He would always marvel at the clean skin on her wrists, untouched by self harm... He would tell her how perfect she was because of them, but then again, he hadn't seen the long scars wrapping her upper thighs. Anxiety pounding through her, she finished the first cut, long and deep down her forearm, tarnishing the perfection Viktor saw in her.

Next, she took the knife in her now bloodied and with less hesitation made the second cut.

Andro smiled,
"At least it was on my terms..."
She purred, clutching Viktor's hand in her own.

He looked out into the distance again, hoping that by any chance, Andro would be there again.

Andro now willingly closed her eyes, giving into bloodloss.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't out in the feild...She was right next to Viktor like she was when she woke up.
"Viktor!" She gasped, smiling brightly.

"A-And-dro?!" He stuttered, grabbing her hand and looking up at her. He noticed her hands felt hot and wet, and looked down to see them covered in fresh blood.
"....I..."

She looked down at the gaping wounds, and felt her heart sink,
"I-I wanted to be with you f-forever..."

"B-but I.." Viktor stammered, feeling the panic begining to set in.

Oh god... She ruined herself, he wouldn't want to be with her anymore.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry- I-" Tears began to fall down her pale face.

"Y-y-you hurt yours-self... a-and its m-my fault.." His voice was hardly audible, he hands begining to tremble.

"N-No! I'm okay! I'm alive- W-We just have to wait for Monokuma's game to be over a-and we'll wake up together!" She rushed, staring into his eyes.

"N-n-no.. I'm g-gonna be here f-forever. N-never going t-to wake up.." He slowly sunk to his knees.

"W-We're alive-" Was all she managed before sinking down, wrapping her bloody arms around him, "W-We're here together..."

All he could manage to say was constantly mumble 'No' under his breath.

"Y-Yes," She corrected, picking up his shaking hand and pressed it to her chest.

"I'm... Sc-scared.." He muttered, wrapping his arms around her.

"D-Don't be, feel my heart beat... we're okay."
She promised, though she was scared herself.

"N-no.. N-not okay. We're n-not okay!"

She closed her eyes,
"E-Even if we're not... I'm glad to spen eternity with you."

Tears began to form in his eyes as he held her close. The feeling of despair had almost over came him.

"I love you."
Andro muttered softly, "I love you so much..."

He took in a few deep breaths.
"I love you t-too..."

She leaned against him, exhaling, "I missed you so much..."

He was begining to calm down.
"I'm s-sorry.. I killed Jol..." he cried.

She shook her head, "But you didn't, he's okay too... besides, he had it coming." She joked.

"But I got caught.. And.. In the trail.. Aneres found me out. And I got executed, and now I'm here..."

"But I'm here too." She opened her eyes, smiling softly at him, "We're here together."

He pulled her into a hug again.
"Yeah.."

She leaned up to kiss his chin.
"This either a dream, or it's heavan."

"Where are we going to stay?" He asked her. "I've been staying in the tree branches." He laughed slightly.

"Well... where do you /want/ to stay?" she quirred.

"I mean, a house would be great, but we're kind of in the middle of nowhere."

"Mmn... A little cottage, all warm and cozy and just big enough for the two of us." She imagined.

"I mean, it is a dream world.. Maybe we can make it appear..?"

Andro opened her eyes,
"Viktor, you're brilliant-" she peeked over his shoulder to see the imaginary house already plotted out and waiting.
"...Look."

"Holy sh!t." He said with a smile.

She pulled herself to her feet,
"Come on!"

He followed her happily, a real smile spread across his face.

As the teens came to the door of the cottage, Andro held out her hand, a signol for Viktor to hold it.
"This is our home Viktor..." She smiled.

He took her hand, itnfelt warm and safe.
"I love you.. I love you a lot."

Her heart fluttered, blush dusting her freckled cheeks,
"I love you too."

Viktor placed a hand on the doorknob, twisting it open.

Peering inside, the cottage was /just/ as she imagined, warm, cozy, just for them. The main room had plush white carpet and pastel blue walls lined with portraits of the two together that seemed to encapsule the primary moments of their relationship. To the left side of the room, a retro styled kitchen and a table with two chairs. To the right of the room, there was a small sofa and a large televison, under it, a cabinate she imagined held any game or movie they coul ever want. There were three doors that lead off the sides, containing a bedroom, a bathroom, and an art work room.
Andro smiled,
"It's perfect!"

"Oh my god." He said, amazed by it all. "You imagined this?!" Viktor looked around, eyeing everything from the portaits to the kitchen countertop.
"You really are amazing."

"Me...?" She blushed. "I have to admit, I didn't just think this up now... I've been imagining our home for quite some time."

"You're still amazing, nonetheless." He grinned, looking up at her.

She looked back down at him, "You're the amazing one." She beamed, closing the door.

He shrugged, not wanting to say why he wasn't. He was a killer, afterall.
"How many bedrooms?" He asked, hoping for one.

"Just one." She hummed, hooking an arm around his shoulders, "Only one bed, too."

"Oh?" He said, very pleased by that. "I don't mind that at all."

Andro smirked down at him, "There's also a jacuzzi bathtub."

"Holy fu.ck, nice!" Viktor exclaimed.

Andro giggled, "I can't wait to try it out." She tilted her head, "Do you like baths?"

"Uh, I only take them on special occasions." He mumbled.
"So what video games do we have?"

"Oh.." She nodded, "Well, what do you want to play?"

"Whatever you want." He said simply.

She lead him to their love seat before hurrying into their bedroom, stealing a fluffy blanket from the end of the bed.
"I want to play cuddle and spend time with my boyfriend." She waved the blanket, "It's a two player, you may like it."

He was already sitting with his knees huddled to his chest.
"What character do you pick, Big spoon or Little spoon?"

Andro smiled brightly, Viktor could be so cute sometimes.
"Little spoon."

"Okay!" He scooted over on the love seat, making room for Andro.

Andro laid against him, wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

"Have you been happy in here?" She asked gently.

"You mean happy being all alone for a full week, sleeping in a tree? It was... depressing, to say the least." He huddled closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. "But I'm not alone anymore."

Not like her week was a cake walk either...
"I-I'm sorry... I never want to be away from you that long again."

"Neither do I." He said, becoming completely calmed by her warmth. "Good thing we're together now, right?"

"Mmhm." She purred, "I love you."

"I love you so much." he muttered, his eyes fluttering as he was slowly pulled into sleep.

Soon, Andro met the soft sound of Viktor's breathing as she too drifted into a sweet sleep.

For a few moments, his secondary dream was simply darkness. Cool and comforting.
Then blinding lights pierced the darkness, spotlights shining in his face. A laugh echoed behind him as a thin beam came into view, and a platform waiting for him, promising saftey.
"C'mon, Lover-boy! Let's /hope/ you get the /point/ and get /lucky/!"
he set on foot on the shaly beam, knowing he had no control over his body in this dream.

On the other hand, Andro was having a lovely dream similar to Cinderella.
She was dancing with her dear pince, Viktor.

Shaky steps across the platform, below, an entire array of sharp things. Spears, spikes, razors, needles, and swords.
He had finally made it to the finishing platform. Before Viktor could take the last step, another cackle could be heard from behind him, followed by the noise of metal creaking and a click. The metal beam retracted from both platforms, and he fell.
He wish he could fall forever, but then came the impact.
Three swords pierced him, one through the heart, another through the lung, and the last through his guts. The blood sprayed everywhere, and pain overcame his body.
He woke up screaming of fear.

As fast as it began, the euphoric dream gave way to the bitter reality. Her warm honey eyes snapped open, her lips parted to a gasp,
"Viktor!"
He was screaming terribly, so loud. Her heart pounded,
"Viktor- Viktor- Babe- shhh..."

Viktor covered his eyes with his hands, tears already escaping.
"OH GOD, OH GOD!.. I DON'T WANT TO DIE..!" He sobbed.

Andro propped herself up, grabbing her lover's hands.
"No...! Viktor you're okay! You're okay babe, shh-"

Viktor could still feel the phantom pain from the dream. He looked up into Andro's eyes, filled with concern.
"...I... I'm..."

"You're right here! You're okay!" She assured, staring into his gaze.

He blinked a few times, realizing that he was still safe, right next to Andro.

Andro slowed her breath,
"Hey... You there...?"

Viktor blinked a few more times and nodded.

She exhaled, leaning in to kiss his temple.

"I'm sorry.." He said quietly.

She shook her head,
"Shut up." She said softly.

"I.. what?"

"You shouldn't say sorry for something you couldn't control." She gently stroked some messy silver hair out of his face.
"We're together now... You're okay."

"I didn't want to kill him.. He surprised me and.. I didn't mean too!" He said, the words just like the ones he said a week ago at the trail.

Andro nodded,
"I know... It wasn't your fault." She hugged him closely to her chest.

He hugged her tightly, feeling safe in her arms.

She hummed, holding him tightly for a moment in silence... they didn't need to talk for the two to both know how the other felt. And it wasn't until Andro got an idea that she spoke.
"Hey Viktor...?"

"Mm?" He hummed, looking into her beautiful eyes.

She blushed gently, toying with her words,
"It's just... We've never kissed, you know...? Not on the lips."

"We haven't?"

She shook her head,
"Nuh-huh, Just forehead and cheek and hand kisses."

"Should we.. Kiss? Like, kiss-kiss? "

"Do you want to?" She retorted.

He smiled slightly.
"Mmyeah, do you?"

She thought about those first few days in hopespeak, she was terrified and he was there to calm her nerves... truth is, she had dreamed of the taste of his lips for months but was waiting for him to make the first move.
She nodded, maybe too excitedly,
"Yes!"

"Yes! Okay, okay." He paused for one awkward moment. "Do we just-"

"Maybe we should... stand up? No-" She exhaled, sitting up.

"I think we just.. Go for it." Viktor guessed.

"Oh- uh- yeah-!" She parted her lips, "Do you want to start...?"

"No, no, I insist. /You/ go first." He shook his head, to nervous himself to begin.

"U-Uh- 'kay-" She inched in closer to him trying to dip in a few ways, "UGH- WHY IS THIS SO-" She groaned, "Let's stand."

"Kay." He exhaled as he stood up, coming once again to the reality of their height differences.
"I'll.. Get on my tippy toes."

"Shh, I'll bend to you." Andro insisted, standing infront of him. She placed her hands to the sides of his face.

Viktor blushed as he felt her hands on his face. Even though she was already leaning down, he still got on his tippy toes slightly.

As promised, she leaned in to his height, and forcing down anxiety, closed the gap between their lips.

Viktor shut his eyes as he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist.

Honey eyes fluttered closed as she kissed him, their virgin lips moving oddly together.

He pulled away, looking up at Andro.
"That.. That was nice."

Andro whined as Viktor pulled away, furrowing her brows. His lips were so soft and sweet, and she wanted more.
"I wasn't finished."

He smiled slighty.
"Okay then, go right ahead."

She smirked, putting her arms around his back, pulling him closer. This time, with a bit more practice, the kiss was easier, their lips moved rythmically.

Viktor was suprised by how much better it was this time, and only on the second attempt. And he didn't mind at all that Andro was more demanding and dominant. He kind of liked it.

There was an... odd... emotion coursing through Andro's veins, she wanted to dominate him. It was something she never expected of herself, but, she fed into it and bit at his lower lip, tugging it and licking it softly.

His hands once again wandered to her waist, just as delicate as before, still letting her take the most control.

Once she was done playing with his lip, like a child she moved to a more interesting toy. His tongue.
Andro slipped her tongue onto Viktor's licking it playfully.

Viktor moved it along with hers, finding much enjoyment with it. His face felt hot, flustered by all of this.

Her heart pounded, passion turned the blood in her veins to lava, she broke the kiss, breathing in deeply.

He looked up at her, a dreamy and pleased look in his amber eyes, cheeks still hot.

She panted softly, looking down into his star filled eyes.
"God, I love you." She breathed, hugging him tightly.

"Me too..!" He smiled, staring at the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

"Mn... I'm going to go make some coffee. Do you want any?" She offered.

"Coffee? Sure." He nodded as he watched Andro walk into the kitchen.

The cosplayer moseyed to the coffee machine, starting a pot.
"Are you still up for that game we were playing before we passed out?"

"Anytime, probably my favorite game I've ever played!" He winked, laying back down on tje loveseat.

She giggled and finished making their coffee, sipping hers as she walked to him, handing him the mug,

He took the mug, taking a sip of the coffee, which was much hotter than expected.
"Agh, jesus! It's fuc.king scalding!" He laughed it off.

At first she was concerned but once his harmonic laughter started, she joined him. Both in laughter, and in his arms, laying with him.

He held the coffee in his hand, other arm around Andro.
"So how was everyone else doing?"

"Alright enough, I suppose..." She sipped her coffee, "Speaking of the others... Misakai and I found something very interesting,"

"What is it?"

"Well, We were searching the library and I actually found a student's journal. One who went there long before we did." She explained.

"What did it say?" He asked, already intriuged.

She leaned against him, "It said a lot, actually... Apparently the journal keeper had fallen madly in love with another student... but then... their situation ended up a lot like ours." She exhaled. "Reading his thoughts really helped me though... I remember, closing the jounal and finally getting the edge to adventure some more because I didn't feel so alone... Even though I know he wasn't there, Ishimaru Kiyotaka is a dear friend of mine."

"Ishimaru..? What was his 'situation' that was so similar to ours?" He asked, this Kiyotaka character sounding very interesting.

//THIS HURTS TO WRITE//

Andro sipped some more coffee, "Well, apparently, Ishimaru's boyfriend, Mondo, was a very emotional person and killed a friend of theirs in a fit of rage... regretably so." She explained, "Then Mondo was executed- and in a terrible way, may I add... It all threw Ishimaru into a loop and he wrote about how he coped with his grief... he stopped writing abruptly- ah, I hope he found Mondo in a bed somewhere... the way he wrote about him... they had a very passionate love."

"Horribly executed?.." He asked curiously.

"Ishimaru said he was ran over, then liquified, then eaten over pancakes by Monokuma."

"... Holy sh.it.." He knew that fear Mondo must have felt during that. It must have been horrifying.
"They must've loved eachother.. a lot."

She smiled sadly, "They really did... I hope when we come out of this, we meet the students that went before us so I can thank him."

"If he's still alive.. And if he isn't, I bet he'd be happy someone remembered him."

Andro nodded, "Or creeped out that someone read his diary." She giggled.

"Maybe, who knows." Cyril shrugged.

//i changed his name to cyril because it felt a little weird after awhile still callin' him viktor//

//oh.//
Andro shrugged, "Nobody." She exaled, huddling deeper into his arms.

//its because like
he's already supposed to be like me and it felt weird giving him my name and thats really the only reason//

//Its cool, hun//

He exhaled softly.
"This is.. really nice being with you. I hated being alone."
//you dont mind do you?..//

"Yeah... I do too." She shivered, "It was... cold without you there."

//dear, he's your character, not mine. You can name him whatever you want, he's still himself.//

"I only had myself to talk to and be with. I prefer being with people I love."

//okay, sorry i just worry about everything lol anxiety is a bit.ch//

Andro felt her heart flip and she giggled,
"You may seem big and bada.ss on the outside, but you're the sweetest person I have ever met."

//Shhh honey, its okay//

"I can fu.ck someone up, but I'm always up for cuddles." He smiled.

She smiled softly, blush nipping her cheeks, "You could always do both to me."

"Well, I'm more of one that prefers to /be/ fu.cked up, if you know what I mean."

She smirked, "Have experience with the kind of thing?"

"I mean, no. But after a while I think I defineitly know."

"True... plus, the kiss... I wanted to dominate you."

He blushed deeply.
"I wouldn't mind."

"You wouldn't...?" The red tint of her face met his.

"I-I mean..? No. I wouldn't mind." He looked to the side. Cyril was never very good at expressing feelings of romance and affection.

Andro beamed, leaning to peck his lips, "My Cyril.." She purred.

"'My' Cyril?" He asked, looking back at her, liking the sound of that.

She gave a playful smile in return, hugging him tighter, "Mmhm... /my/ Cyril."

Cyril laughed, resting his head on her shoulder.