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#this is titled 'Mikoto fucks around with the prisoners and unfortunately he Finds Out'
good-beanswrites · 6 months
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Can you do A crackfic of Mikoto getting pushed down the stairs?
Ah yes, there's nothing more satisfying than pushing the blorbo down the stairs 😌 ASDFDSFDS thank you for the request, this has been cracking me up! Don't mind the random staircase I added to the prison -- I assume it'd be leading down to the panopticon, but it can be as tall as your heart desires <3
Mikoto was a smart man. He knew how to do the important things, like taxes and color theory and cooking eggs without setting off the smoke alarm in his apartment. But he did not know how to keep his mouth shut to prevent himself from being pushed down the stairs.
He found himself in this unfortunate position after a conversation with some of the others in the common area. He had snuck up behind Yuno for a playful scare, and was getting a dramatic speech about how vengeance would come.
“Nah,” Mikoto told her. “I don’t get surprised.”
“What do you mean you don’t get surprised?” she asked, incredulous. 
“I mean I don’t get surprised.”
“Everyone gets surprised.” Fuuta said. 
“Not me.” 
They went quiet for a moment. Each went back to their activities. 
Kazui leaned back in his chair. “Not even a little bit?”
“Nope.”
“Absolutely nothing?”
“Not one thing.”
Amane huffed. “That’s impossible. You can’t know the future.”
“Can too. At least in here, you all are pretty predictable.”
Muu eyed him. “But you would still be surprised if one of us jumped out and scared you!”
“Well, now I’ll be prepared, because you said something.”
“You would be surprised if someone pushed you down the stairs!”
“Once again, now I'll see it coming.”
Haruka clenched his fists. “Y-you would be surprised if you woke up and -- and -- and your cell was full of ice cream!” He beamed at coming up with the most surprising thing of them all.
The group stared at him.
“You know… I guess I’d be a little surprised, yeah.”
The prisoners of Milgram were dedicated, Mikoto would give them that. They never shied away from putting their theories to the test. If they wondered, “could you drastically alter your uniform without getting caught?” they’d simply grab some colorful fabric and test it! (The answer was no.) “Could you throw something harmless at Es so that it connected and got them angry?” (Yes.) “Could you trick Fuuta into eating two-week old dessert?” (Also yes.) “Could you catch Jackalope for long enough to give him scritches?” (No.) And now, “could you actually surprise Mikoto?”
Regrettably for him, the prisoners did not go with Haruka’s unique idea when carrying out their test.
Later, as Mikoto described the episode to Es, he would say how he had been perfectly aware of his surroundings when the shove from behind put him slightly off-balance. He would explain how he went stumbling down a few of the steps. He would describe how he rose, dignified, to try and spot the assailant. 
In reality, he fucking rolled down those stairs. 
Mikoto cried out, something high-pitched and indiscernible. He became a blur of blue and blonde highlights as he tumbled the whole length of the staircase. He flailed his arms out to try and catch himself, but only succeeded in throwing himself more off course. 
When he reached the bottom, his limbs splayed out flat against the ground. He scrambled to his feet and whipped his gaze frantically around. There were only echoing giggles disappearing down the upper hallway. By the time he flung himself back up to the top (narrowly avoiding tripping and falling back,) the culprit was gone. 
He was left out of breath and with his back aching like an old man’s.
That evening, all eyes were on him as he entered the common area. He surveyed the group with a harsh gaze. He met each of their eyes. None of them broke. 
Mikoto let out a long sigh. He lifted a single finger. “You got me. One thing can surprise me.”
Still very hung up on the ice cream, Haruka’s face lit up. “Two!” 
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