Makoto groaned as he laid down on his bed, a deep boredom washing over him. It had been weeks since Monokuma had announced the killing game, and although there had been some close calls, no one had committed murder. Makoto was grateful that everyone was ok, but there was only so much to do and Makoto was beginning to get bored. It had been alleviated slightly when Monokuma opened up the second floor, but even that got boring quickly. Makoto got up from his bed slowly, thinking about what he should do today. His thoughts turned to the gym that had recently been opened on the second floor. He had never been one for working out, but he supposed he could use a little meat on his bones. If he was trapped here his time might as well be productive. Makoto closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself with a muscular body. A wide, beefy chest. Big, sexy biceps. Strong, thick legs. He imagined how it would feel to be that powerful, to be that desirable. If he was bigger then maybe Sayaka would finally see him as more than just a friend! He imagined her trailing her small, delicate hands across him muscles, slowly making her way down to his-
Makoto shock himself out of his thoughts, embarrassed and blushing. Nothing was going to happen if he spent all day fantasizing. Quickly he made his way out of his room and up to...
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