DAY 1: "Overtime" | (Post-Canon; Established Relationship)

Kyoko sighed, stacking the papers neatly on her desk. She knew damn well it was past ten o'clock by now, and she really hadn't needed to finish grading everyone's work tonight, but overworking herself was a bad habit from her detective days, and old habits die hard. The only thing she had going for her here was that at least she brought it home to go through in her comfortable armchair rather than in a stuffy classroom.

After Junko was defeated and everything was more or less set right once more, Makoto had gotten the academy rebuilt, and became the new headmaster. Byakuya was the principal, and certainly not a principal one would want to get sent into the office of, so the students generally behaved. Yasuhiro had gone his separate way, supposedly going to attempt to make a career out of his fortune-telling. Though, his accuracy did go up by about 10%, so that must acount for something.
Aoi is the gym coach, and a very enthusiastic coach at that—she really was the perfect person to motivate and inspire the younger generations. The other girls were teachers, though anything that could cause Toko to sneeze was prohibited from her classroom, so the students rarely got to see Genocider Syo. The ex-murderer still claimed to be a teacher, anyway. But, well, it gives her something to do other than kill people, so that much is appreciated.
Kyoko teaches Class 78, which happens to the same number as the class she and her friends had been in before the killing game.


Kyoko checked her watch. It was nearly eleven already, she should've been done and in bed an hour or so before. She tucked the homework into one of her dressers and stood, dusting off her dress before making towards the door. She switched the light off in her study room, exiting and walking through the halls, towards the bedroom. Her long hair flowed gently and elegantly behind her as she walked, blown by a draft coming in through a window she'd really rather not deal with this late at night.
When she reached the bedroom, she discovered that, surprisingly, Makoto was not yet in bed. The brunette boy—no, he was a man now—was organizing some things on the top of the small, window-side table in the corner of the room. The teacher vaguely remembered that they had messed up the usually neat arrangement early this morning whilst they were searching for something.
Makoto turned towards the sound of Kyoko's heeled shoes clicking on the wooden floors, his expression softening when he saw her. He appeared quite tired, she noted.

"Kyoko. I see you've returned from your office," Makoto said, a small smile on his face and his voice in an awfully cheerful tone for someone who appeared so exhausted. But, well, typical Makoto. "You were in there a while; it's kinda late now. You really should've come to bed an hour or two ago. Working overtime's not good for you." The concern was evident in his tone.

"I lost track of the time," Kyoko replied simply, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. "I suppose overworking myself is just a bad habit."

"Yeah, a habit you need to get rid of," her husband said with a small chuckle. He stepped away from the table, towards the bed. "Are you ready to go to bed now?"

"In a minute. I have a few things to atttend to."

"Alright. Just don't lose track of time again," Makoto joked. Kyoko rolled her eyes playfully, a small smile on her face as she approached the bathroom.