You're cleaning your bedroom, just vacuuming the carpet. That's until you think you hear a sudden scream. You unplug the vacuum and try to listen. Is that… Kiku? Another scream, louder this time, makes you run downstairs.
And there he is.
Kiku is sitting on top of the kitchen counter in a ball, practically hyperventilating.
"____-_______!" He cries stuttering your name, he looks so close to actually crying. "Kiku… what's wrong...?" You ask in a concerned tone. Too scared to even speak, he just simply points behind you.
You turn around, finding what scared Kiku to death: A big, fat cockroach. "Eww…" You say as your nose wrinkles.
You grab the nearest object and slam the roach with full force. Unfortunately, that object happens to be one of Kiku's shoes...
"Uh… sorry about that..." You mumble, assuming bug guts are probably everywhere underneath. By now, the poor guy looks like he's having a panic attack.