Kiibos pov

I was sitting in mius house since I was getting my daily repairs done when a news story caught my interest.

"a terrible tragedy has taken place as a police officer pulled out a gun and shot a prank group to death. The only survivor of this tragedy was their leader kokichi ouma who was shot in the stomach. The officer will be forced to take responsibility for his brutal actions"

We froze at that name. Kokichi. The hyper active boy who's always causing trouble at school. He was in the middle of something so brutal.

"we should go check on him right?" I asked miu.

"yeah. Kids annoying as hell but no one deserves to go through that" she muttered.

So we made our way to the hospital and went up to Kokichis room. He was laying in bed looking so pale and fragile. The complete opposite of what the hyper active leaders usually like.

"kokichi?" I called out uncertainty

He turned his head to us "what are you two doing here?" he asked weakly.

"we heard about your accident on the news and were worried about you" I explained

His eyes started tearing up "why?" he whimpered "I know my group caused a lot of  problems but they didn't deserve to die!"

We quickly rushed over and hugged him, careful not to hurt him. He sobbed loudly as he hugged us back. Poor boy he's been through so much.

"thanks for visiting me. I thought for sure you hated me" he said wiping his tears away.

"of course we don't hate you ya little shit!" miu scolded

"yes if anything we want to protect you now" I said firmly.

"thank you both" I whimpered

We sat there hugging the small traumatised boy feeling no longer annoyed by him but instead very protective of him.