Some asexuals are okay with sex.
Some asexuals like to flirt and tease.
Some asexuals think about kissing people.
Some asexuals are okay with physical intimacy.
Some grey-asexuals identify as asexual.
Just because you know someone identifies as asexual doesn’t mean you know them.
(or: four lives william scully didn’t have, and one that he did)
There’s only one picture of his dad. Well, there are more pictures somewhere in the house, but there’s only one that hangs up in the hall and stares Will down every morning. He sees how his mom’s eyes mist over sometimes, sees how they dart between the picture and Will’s face. She doesn’t say you look so much like your father, but Will knows he does.
When his school pictures come he holds one up to the photo. The similarities are obvious: dark hair, big nose (his mom calls it prominent or distinguished, but Will doesn’t see it that way). Will is tall - at fifteen he’s already five-ten; he outgrew his mom the summer before seventh grade - and in the picture his dad towers over his mom. They’d be a ridiculous-looking couple, honestly, if they didn’t also look obsessed with each other.
Most parents hate each other, as far as Will can tell. At best, they display a cool indifference. He wonders if that would be true of his parents, if his dad were still around. Somehow he doesn’t think so. It’s obvious that his mom’s love has survived fifteen years of his dad being dead, so it probably would have survived fifteen years of raising him.
His mom doesn’t even date. He’s never asked her about it - God, that would be mortifying - but he hears her talking about it with his grandma sometimes. He’s overheard her saying things like I still don’t think I could love anyone else, and when he was a kid he thought that it was gross and mushy, but now it just makes him really, really sad.
Monokuma: I have a surprise waiting for you after this next test. Telling you would spoil the surprise, so I’ll just give you a hint: It involves meeting two people you haven’t seen in a long time.
Monokuma: Initiating surprise in three… two… one.
[Confetti sprays everywhere, but Peko’s parents are not there.]
Monokuma: I made it all up. Surprise.
[Peko stabs things in annoyance.]
Monokuma: Oh come on… If it makes you feel any better, they abandoned you at birth, so I very seriously doubt they’d even want to see you.
Monokuma: I feel awful about that surprise. Tell you what, let’s give your parents a call right now. [phone ringing] The birth parents you are trying to reach do not love you. Please hang up. [Dial tone]. Oh, that’s sad. But impressive. Maybe they worked at the phone company.