Kokichis pov

I woke up in a hospital bed. I slowly sat up only to be jolted by a sharp pain in my shoulder.

"whoe take it easy kid. You don't want to push yourself" I looked up to see non other than fuyuhiko kuzuryu.

"the hell do you want" I spat at him.

He sighed "look kid I came to apologise"

"your apologising to me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"yeah. I shouldn't have badmouthed your sister like that. I know it any jackass was mouthing off about my sister I'd rip their fucking head off"

"you have a sister?" I muttered in surprise.

"Well I did have a sister" he sighed "she was killed in school by some paranoid bitch in her class. Natsumi always had a problem with running her mouth" I could sense a great sadness in his voice. He must really miss his sister.

"I'm sorry for you loss" I said softly.

"heh you too kid" he smiled at me.

I smiled back. For a moment I felt a real human connection with this guy. Like he wasn't just a scary yakusa. Maybe the remnants of dispair aren't so bad. Unlike with junko I can sense a small amount of good in each and every one of them..

Like maybe they could be saved.