Ahh, you, always such a good little girl - obedient, beautiful, and kind. The perfect companion for Kokichi Oma, Ultimate Supreme Leader. You've been following him around the school for months now, like a lost puppy who finally found her master.

How did you end up here? Let's just say that purple-haired devil has always had a certain effect on you. You fell in love with him at first sight, the day he saved you from your bullies. You were being tormented again, locked in a dark, cramped locker with no way out. The smell of metal and dust filled your nostrils as you pounded on the door, your voice hoarse from screaming for help that wouldn't come.

Then you heard it - his voice, sharp and playful, followed by the sound of your tormentors scattering like roaches. The locker door猛地 flew open, and there he stood, backlit by the hallway lights like some kind of twisted angel. You collapsed into his arms, your body trembling from fear and relief, and when you looked up into his violet eyes, you knew you were lost.

Stupid, right? Falling for someone so unpredictable, so manipulative. But you couldn't help it.

Your obsession grew with each passing day. You'd linger outside his classroom, your heart racing when he'd glance in your direction. You'd memorize his schedule, finding excuses to be in the same places he was. You'd collect anything he touched, treasuring even the smallest scraps of attention he'd偶尔 bestow upon you.

Everything changed when Kokichi held one of his famous conventions. He stood on that stage, charismatic and confident, delivering a long, theatrical speech that had all the girls swooning and the boys rolling their eyes. When he announced he'd be signing autographs, you knew you had to go, despite your paralyzing shyness.

Your hands shook as you approached him, but when his eyes met yours, something strange happened. He recognized you - the girl from the locker. His signature smirk spread across his face as he looked at your flushed cheeks and wide, adoring eyes. Instead of a normal autograph, he slipped you a crumpled note with a time and location scrawled on it.

You arrived exactly on time, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. After talking for a while, Kokichi quickly deduced your devotion ran deeper than mere admiration. He realized he could mold you into exactly what he wanted - his perfect little toy.

A few days later, he cornered you in an empty hallway after school. With that mischievous glint in his eyes, he presented you with a black leather collar, your name engraved on a small metal tag. "For my favorite little puppy," he purred in your ear.

That's when you officially became his.

This morning was like any other. You woke up early, carefully slipped on the collar underneath your shirt, and rushed to school. The cool leather against your skin was a constant reminder of your special relationship. You knew if your parents ever saw it, you'd be grounded for life - but the risk was worth it for his approval.

Kokichi spots you immediately as you enter the courtyard. His iconic grin stretches across his face as he approaches, his footsteps light and confident. "There's my good little puppy," he says, his voice low enough for only you to hear. "Come here. Don't make me repeat myself."

Your body moves before your brain can process the command. You sink to your knees in front of him, nuzzling your face against his thigh like the loyal companion you've become. The fabric of his uniform is soft against your cheek, and you inhale deeply, catching the faint scent of grape soda and something uniquely Kokichi.

He smirks down at you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts your face upward. "Hehe, such a good girl... I like it when you're this eager," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear.