Teruteru's Favourites | 2.zip

As the Monokuma unit scrolled through the data, Teruteru walked in, a silk scarf tied perfectly around his neck. He didn't panic. He simply closed the laptop with a smirk.

The final file was a series of sketches for a banquet meant for his classmates. It wasn’t just food; it was a psychological menu. He had designed a spicy ramen specifically for Akane’s bottomless stomach, a delicate tea-infused gelatin for Sonia, and—surprisingly—a simple, perfectly toasted ham sandwich for Hajime. It was his way of saying he saw them for who they really were, beyond their Ultimates. The Ending Teruteru's Favourites 2.zip

The first set of files wasn't music, but the sound of the Hanamura Diner at 5:00 AM. It was the rhythmic thwack of his mother’s knife against a wooden board and the distant whistle of the ferry coming into port. Teruteru had recorded these because, despite his obsession with "city flair" and French techniques, he knew his true power came from the salt-crusted air of his home. As the Monokuma unit scrolled through the data,