((Enjoy I guess. I don't know how long this is going to continue for so I guess just until I feel like stopping this series~ also sorry for the wait :>))

He felt the familiar feeling of his sheets lay underneath his fingers. It's been this same way for a long time. He'd be so tired from the Love Hotel that he'd just collapse on top of the bed, not changing or anything else at all whatsoever. He turned over and stared up at the ceiling, before shielding his eyes with the back of his left hand.
Last night... Was that really a dream? His face began to heat up That and combined with what he over heard yesterday... it kept lingering on his mind. He sighed and decided he'd get nowhere if he continued thinking about a certain robot.
He sat up and blinked, forcing himself to fully wake up. As he walked over to the closet to acquire a clean set of clothes, another thought struck him. The poison Kiibo mentioned. When did that happen? Was that connected to his puking sessions?
"I assumed it was because of my increasing anxiety, but now that I think about it, I've gained a little more comfort and confidence. So it must be the poison." Shuichi continued to ponder on these thoughts, putting his clothes on as he did so. After a moment, he nodded and headed out of the door.
Where surprisingly, he ran into Gonta. "Gonta?"
"Oh. Morning Shuichi! Something upsetting you?"
"What? H-How could you tell?"
"Gonta wouldn't be a real gentleman if he couldn't tell when his friends are hurt. Now, are you okay?"
"Gonta... do you know anything about me being poisoned?"
Gonta stopped walking, pausing right in front of the front door to the school. He blinked, biting down on his lip. He put his other hand to the door and nodded slowly, pushing it. Shuichi blinked as he watched the entire demeanor of his friend change. "Maybe... Gonta should not be the one to tell you."
As they walked, Gonta took a different direction. "Where are you going? And... can you tell me more about the poison?"
"Again, Gonta really not think that Gonta should be the one to tell you. Gonta is also going to go grab something for Himiko."
Shuichi watched as Gonta walked away, causing a small breath of air to escape his lips. He shook his head and then turned his head towards the cafeteria.
The feeling of the door underneath his fingers was cold and almost uninviting. He felt a chill run down his spine that if he went through with this, that something bad would happen. He decided he'd take it, as long as it happened to him. And with added force, he pushed the door.
—-
"Good morning Kaito!" Kiibo was beaming like normal this morning. Smiling with his clenched fists standing proudly on his hips. He was greeting everyone with a smile and happy good morning. "Good morning to you too, Maki!" It seems that Maki and Kaito entered the room together. Kiibo even winked at her, which caused for a death threat and a confused look on Kaito's face.
Kokichi entered the room next, staring at something in his hands. "Good morning Kokichi! What do you have there?" He quickly stuffed it in his pocket.
"Nothing that a non-human like you would understand~"
"I bet I could too-"
"Kiibo," Miu has entered from the kitchen holding a spray bottle, cleaner, and oil, "You better be fucking glad I'm doing this for you! So open up! Everyone wants to see what's down there haha!" Kiibo, in his innocence, just stared at Miu with confusion. Everyone else seemed gross out, and the only one who joined Miu's laughing was Kokichi... who was dying on the floor.
Miu grabber Kiibo forcibly by the arm and sat him on one of the tables. "I don't think the oil is necessary. I'm not hungry nor thirsty."
"It's not for your kinky satisfaction, dipshit. It's to oil out old functions."
Kiibo took off the exterior part of his body to show off a more human looking/shaped exoskeleton.
The others would've been grossed out if it weren't for the face that it looked cool. Miu began opening various parts on his torso and began working. "Hey Star Fucker! Get me some tools would ya? That shed should have some."
"Quit it, Miu." That was Maki, causing a shock of... something to run through Miu, her face turning red.
"Ah it's alright Maki Roll! I'll go get it for her real quick." He ran out out of the cafeteria about the same time Shuichi was opening the door. "Oh! 'Morning Shuichi!" Shuichi nodded to him as they passed each other.
On instinct from doing it all morning, Kiibo spoke up as well, "Ah! Good morning Shu-" he stopped, causing concerned gazes around the room. Miu narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if she did something.
"Good morning Kiibo... what are you doing?" He wanted to easy the tension.
"Ah! Um... well I uh... I don't really know? Miu just asked me to open up..."
"Haha! You really are dumb! She's cleaning you, Metalhead!" Kokichi snickered, holding his stomach to keep from bursting into laughter.
"Ah. Well, I guess that's good." And like that, Shuichi's face changed. His tiny smile vanished as he looked down, staring at his hand, "G-Guys. I have something to ask. I, um, like the poison we found in the detective lab. I was wondering if maybe my digestive system is acting up because of poison." He didn't say he heard it from Kiibo because that would point out he overheard their conversation and it'd embarrass the robot. Everyone's mood instantly dropped (except the not exactly paying attention Miu.) Tsumugi shifted her weight to the other foot as she folded her arms. Himiko buried her face in her hat, sitting on the table. Kiibo tried to process what Shuichi said.
In an instant, he closed the compartments Miu was working on. "Hey! I was in deep! I was adjusting the nuts! What are you doing, shithead?!"
"I'm sorry Miu." That's all he said before grabbing the outer part of his robot shell and walked out of the cafeteria.
"I'm going to go mess with him! Bye bye." Kokichi cheered and was about to walk out the door before he was abruptly stopped by Shuichi.
"Let me talk to him. He knows something and none of you answered me."
Kokichi sighed, shrugging as he walked backwards back to his spot, "Good job Mr. Detective. Alrighty!" And then he remembered the object in his pocket, "You owe me a favor then! Nihehehe~! Have fun with your boyfriend!"
"He's not... whatever." And with this last, lifeless remark, Shuichi left.
When he left, Kokichi felt around in his pocket and pulled the bottle out. Everyone's eyes stared at it, Tsumugi chiming happily. Something excited is going to happy soon.
—-
"Kiibo!" Shuichi has bursted into a sprint, trying his best to catch up to the robot. Kiibo turned around and with just a glance at the figure approaching, Kiibo panicked and began to run as fast as he could (not very fast) in any other direction. Mindlessly, he turned around a tree and began running towards a shed. He was sighing view of the shed when he suddenly got tucked back by someone much stronger than him.
Must've been the late night workouts Shuichi's been doing. Kiibo paused, being held at bay by arms. He eventually stopped running and sighed, replacing his outer shell. "H-Hi Shuichi."
"Hi." The response was cold and bitter. Like if you jumped straight into the ocean on a stormy night and couldn't swim back up. Kiibo couldn't turn around to see Shuichi. Even earlier, just talking to him brought memories of something he merely blurted out yesterday. Something he didn't want to exactly consider. "Turn around."
He disobeyed.
"Kiibo, please, turn around."
He still refused, static playing a familiar tune in his ears. He's not focusing. Remember the goal. Finish the killing game. And before more thoughts of the current murder games appeared, he felt stiff hands grab onto his shoulders and forced him to turn around.
Shuichi twisted his arms until Kiibo was facing him and he had two hands firmly on the robots shoulders. The detective stared intensely at the top of his head, for he was staring at his feet and not at the detective. "Kiibo, I just want to ask some questions. Then afterward," he relaxed, the tone in his voice becoming a more disappointed one, "we don't have to interact anymore."
That caused Kiibo's head to shoot up, staring with great desperation in his voice. "No! No that's not what I want at all."
"Really?" Shuichi was genuinely confused. If Kiibo didn't want to lose interaction with him, then why did he try and avoid him earlier? "I just thought... well because you seemed so dismissive when we were talking. You even ran away."
Kiibo looked upset, hurt. But Shuichi wondered if that was because what he said or what Kiibo did. "I-I'm sorry. You're a good friend. It's just that... I don't have a good way to put it. After a social interaction with Maki, surprisingly, I've found myself unable to truly face you. To even look at you."
Shuichi sighed and moved his hands up to the cool face, lifting it up from a depressing tilt. He softly smiled at the incredible person cupped in his hands, "You're looking at me now, aren't you?" Maybe that was a bad idea. Kiibo's face, no, his entire being suddenly began to overheat. A rush of adrenaline and panic ran through the robot, flinching at the slightest touch. He quickly threw Shuichi's hands away to bury his face in his own. Why was he doing this? Why did he feel this way? He just didn't have the information on how exactly to handle this situation.
Shuichi... he was laughing. Somehow, seeing a robot be flustered at the slightest sign of affection caused something warm and happy to well up inside. And it exploded into small bursts of giggles. He held his stomach as tears welled up, his laughter ringing throughout. The laugh was... almost melodious. Kiibo slowly looked up from his hands, watching Shuichi laugh so whole heartily. It caused a smile to grow on his face.
"Okay, okay. But seriously," the detective spoke after catching his breath, "I have a few questions. Wanna go somewhere more comfortable to talk?"
Kiibo was about to offer the shed, but he honestly wasn't ready to go back there. So he offered an alternative, "Your lab?"
"Mine?"
"Yeah. It's got a fire place and chairs right?"
"Yes. All that plus poison. Would you even be comfortable in a place filled with all that weaponry?"
Kiibo thought for a moment before nodding. He'd be fine. Besides, he has to keep up hope in these sort of situations.
After a while of silent walking, Shuichi and Kiibo were sitting down, watching the fire in front of them burn. They chose to sit on the carpet instead because well, the chairs made it feel too formal. Though, it didn't really work because Kiibo was sitting on his knees, his back straight up while Shuichi was more relaxed, sitting crossed legged. (His back was also straight.) "To begin," Shuichi spoke, "When was I poisoned?"
Kiibo closed his hands, making small fists that awkwardly sat on his lap, "Before the last murder. I'm unsure of the initial poison, but I'm sure it must have been a night before the shed incident. It happened because Monokuma poured something into your food."
"But I thought he wasn't supposed to-"
"And he isn't. He made sure you'd get treated. But it seems the new blood didn't fix everything. You're probably throwing up because your body is doing everything it can to adjust and adapt instead of rejecting the new blood."
"N-New blood?!" Shuichi had on a panicked expression that would rarely appear in trials or when he talked to people like Angie or Tenko.
Kiibo panicked and tried to reassure the detective that he had unnerved. "I-It's not as bad as it sounds! He just replaced all the blood in your body to make sure all the poison was out."
"That's not helping..."
Kiibo bit his lip and looked back at the fire, "I apologize. I should have worded that better. I didn't mean to make you worry."
Shuichi sighed and leaned all the way back. He let his head gently land on the carpet, feeling the soft bristles of the carpet rub against his scalp. His body laid relaxed as he moved a hand back up over his eyes, like he did in the morning. He pulled his knees up until they were bending, exhaling swiftly. To think this is the reason his stomach pains appeared. He hopes that no else was feeling these awful pains. (;3) His feet laid slightly elevated as he became increasingly more comfortable. The heat of the fire place dispersed and desperately reached to meet his face.
This caused Kiibo concern. Why did Shuichi feel so... exhausted by hearing what he said? Then he noticed Shuichi's other hand. It was laying flat across his stomach, ever so occasionally gripping the shirt in pain, and then returning to its more natural state. Shuichi must be in pain now. Kiibo looked down and felt slightly at fault, though he did nothing wrong. He tried to talk about something else, "Was that all you had questions over?"
Due to his position, Shuichi sounded only the smallest bit out of breath, "No. I had question which I, I apologize, I had overheard you say yesterday. You said that you had... a crush on me?"
The robot flinched, his flustered state returning. His hair that wasn't so stiff and stoic started bouncing around as Kiibo moved back and forth, trying to calm down. "I-I did say that yesterday."
Shuichi sat up and looked at Kiibo, "And? Is it true? Do you like me?"
"Yes? N-No? I don't know. I don't have enough data to come to a more satisfying conclusion. How can I comprehend something as," his hands clenched into fists again, his face turning into an expression of frustration, "as this?"
Shuichi shook his head, somehow calmly assessing the situation. That was an aspect that Kiibo liked about Shuichi. How level-headed he was. "You're not supposed to comprehend it. No one is. It's just something you feel with your heart."
"But I don't have a heart. So I can't even feel love. Then what am I feeling? Is it fake?" Kiibo was on the brink of tears. So did he want to accept he liked Shuichi? The detective placed a hand up to his chin, thinking.
Then within a few moments, he responded, "No. That's your choice to make because you do have a heart. Maybe not a physical one, but an emotional one. And that makes you more human all the same. You can express fear, happiness, love, and many more expressions. That's proof of your emotional heart. So Kiibo, you need to ask yourself that question." Shuichi turned his body and was staring directly at the robot, a determined look in his eyes, "Do you have a crush on me?"
Kiibo took a moment. Honestly, the detective was not expecting a response. It was supposed to be a rhetorical question. But before he could shrink back into a more comfortable atmosphere he heard, "I do," pipe out of the robots mouth. His heart began to pound. His cheeks became red as he cleared his throat. He really wasn't prepared for this. He felt a small bit of adrenaline pour out over his body, his heart becoming ever louder. Could Kiibo hear his heart? He hoped not. "I really do think I have a crush on you Shuichi. But, I'm unsure. Do couples feel this way? Shuichi, I apologize. I do not want to lead you on."
This feels familiar. Shuichi bit his lip and looked out at the fire, his bangs falling in front of the side view of his eyes. Kiibo was slightly mesmerized but then shaped out of it, asking, "What do I do... now?"
The detective cleared his throat before answering. "You wait for my response." Kiibo nodded. "I'm sorry. I... I don't want to lead you on, as you've said, but I'm unsure of my feelings. Gah. That sounded so formal. Could I, um, have a day? I'll give you my answer tomorrow."
"Of course Shuichi! I thank you for spending time with me and talking this out. I feel rejuvenated and reenergized! And if your answer is no, do not worry! I will figure that out with my newly discovered heart when the time comes!" There he goes, with that bright smile of his. Even the sun could not compare to how that smile would brighten Shuichi's day. After a moment, Kiibo said his goodbyes and left, going off to help Himiko out with something. (She asked him earlier when she first entered the cafeteria.)
Shuichi sighed and left himself, heading back to his dorm.
—-
Midnight dawned on Shuichi. He felt the agonizing pain growing. For once, he had the effort to change into something more comfortable. He had turned in earlier but failed in getting any sleep. His hair was a mess and his clothes were all ruffled. The bed was a mess, the sheets were scattered across the room. He was facing away from the entrance, staring at the bathroom door. He had not bothered turning off the light from his last trip in there because he felt like he would soon have to return. Something was terribly wrong. He screwed his eyes shut as his huddled positioned became tighter. His knees were almost touching his forehead as he constantly winced in pain. Tears were streaming down his face. He would go get help if it wasn't midnight and wouldn't bother anyone. Plus, there's no medicine anywhere so how could anyone even help?
Monokuma entered the room as expected once again. "Time to get up sleepyhead~! It's time for that wonderful thrill in the night. It's time for the... *drumroll please* love hotel scene key! And-" Monokuma jumped up with a shrill, "Whoa! You're looking pretty sickly there. You haven't been poisoned by anyone except moi. So what's happening?" His high pitched voice only bother Shuichi more. He raised his hands up to his heads as his breathing gave way and a small shrill of pain escaped his lips. "Something's beary wrong here! Cubs!!"
"Rise and shine, ursine!" The two cubs appeared at the order of their father.
"What do you need fathe- Oh my goodness!"
"Whoa! You look like some sort failed protagonist!"
Monokuma cleared his throat. "It's time we take him back to 'that' place. We're going to have to examine him."
"So long, bear well!"

And just like that, the room fell silent. Not a person in sight.