#‘what’s wrong with kokichi?’ they all say in unison

[drrobobitch]

Pt 2 of me acting like I got asks for this shit

DANGANRONPA Summer Camp au for Sarouma 😼

More Hcs like last time!! Just with Danganronpa S because I love the fact that Kokichi isn’t dead here 😃(general hcs for Sarouma pt 1. Also here’s my oc if you actually want to see what she looks like

I had a few general headcanons for the Danganronpa S but…😛 imma just keep it sarouma for now cuz I don’t want ppl getting too annoyed with me for talking abt them nearly every damn day.

Anyways so I’d imagine Kokichi usually hangs around Gonta, Shuichi and maybe kiibo by default. He usually keeps to his class, and will talk to a few people outside of them.

He love love loves— and adores spending time with Rayna tho!!

He makes sure to spend as much time as he possibly can with her on the trip as he can

“You’re the only non-boring person here so no shit— I wanna spend time with you…”

“…Ouma all I do all day is check the weather…but sure I’ll believe that. Whatever floats your boat.”

Rayna is the Ultimate Meteorologist, she’s a weather girl extraordinaire— or at least thats what Kokichi calls her lol.

She really enjoys the trip, it lets her be out in nature more often. She’s an environmentalist, so she really cares for nature, animals and all that jaz.

Rayna constantly reminds people to pick up their trash— no trash on the beach, that’s her like number 1 rule. It’s really important to her

And because it’s important to Rayna…it’s very important to Kokichi

So Kokichi lowkey starts doing the same thing, and tells people to pick up after themselves like he didn’t just leave a plastic bottle on the ground ten or so minutes ago.

This trip also lets Rayna be out to study the weather more often, like how hurricanes form, tides, clouds, waves, all that stuff she loves it, even if Kokichi says it’s hella boring.

Constantly invites Rayna to get ice cream with him, she always says “maybe later” or “another time” but he’s actually so bummed out not even Gonta buying him ice cream will cheer him up

“Gonta my girlfriend didn’t even want to get Ice cream with me :(“

“…Gonta thought Ouma-kun wouldn’t Ask Sarah-san out till the last day of trip?”

“Shhh— she doesn’t need to know whether or not she’s my girlfriend yet, it’s a surprise!”

“【・_・?】” yea…

However when she finally does say yes, she pays for it (okay fun fact! RAYNA AND JORDAN ARE ABSOLUTELY LOADED— their parents are rich, cuz their mom is like a super famous singer, so lowk…she spoils the shit out of Kokichi)

She actually buys him a lot of things, he feels so bad about it but also…😛 money money money

But he’ll try to limit her and all that.

Rayna and Jordan also often offer to pay for anyones food if they can’t afford it or are hesitant or buying it. It’s what they’re known for atp

It’s sweet but Kokichi reprimands the hell outta her for that 😭😭 and tells Gonta about how annoying it is all the time

“Stop giving other people your money!! You’re supposed to save up for our wedding in the Hamptons”

“ Kokichi Ouma— what the fuck are you talking about!-“

“So…you aren’t gonna marry me you’re calling off the wedding already? :( I already asked Jordan if I could marry you too…”

Yea…something like that. Like I said, he flirts with her a lot and will get bold like this on occasion 😭💀

She lays off on it but Yk her…

She reluctantly went to the beach with kokichi, it was surprisingly chill asf...he did spray her with a water gun like once (as long as she didn’t just get her hair straightened it’s okay because bro…if he did that he’d actually be so fucking dead)

But that was actually it 😭 he didn’t even prank her like he did everyone else,

Will also get Rayna any refreshments or snacks she needs (in which she didn’t ask for 💀, and tells him that she didn’t need them, but thanks him anyways). Best princess treatment you can get from Kokichi btw

He’s such a simp for her like actually— girl doesn’t even have to ask for a drink he just does it for her anyways (I think part of kokichi’s love language is acts of service most definitely!!)

“Rayna you should play water guns with us, c’mon! You can be on my team~” GOD I LOVE HIMMM

they lowkey go everywhere together 😭 like basically, if he’s not with Gonta you bet your ass she’s with Rayna and if he’s not there may be something wrong💀

“Where’s the other one” type shit

He’s actually so annoyed that he had his time taken up by Rayna that he couldn’t uphold his prank quota or whatever the fuck nerdy ass shit he calls it.

Ur the one hanging out with her buddy 😭💀💀 she doesn’t even have to ask to hang out nor go looking for him he’s already there. He will grant her space from time to time ofc but lil bro is actually in love

Rayna cannot swim, Kokichi cannot…do so well 💀. He’s a moderate swimmer but do not let him go in deep water you will lose him

So if they do ‘swim’ they go to the pool!! And that’s probably where you’ll find them most.

He offered to teach Rayna how to swim but…too late because she already took up Shuichi’s offer to teach her since he was already teaching Kiibo as well

Shame on Rayna for agreeing smh

Kokichi is actually so pissy about it, he’ll even tease Shuichi for the entire rest of the day because why tf are you spending time with my gf 😾 (still hasn’t asked her on and actual date meanwhile—)

“Lemme guess, you have a crush on Sarah-chan huh? Wow— checking out your best friends sister, Shumai? I never thought you’d stoop so low~”

“What are you talk about ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )”

[k0k1ch1111]

Quote log quote log!!

Yk what time it is phantom-ers/hj a log of every single line from a fic I copied yo my clipboard for whatever reason

Starting with the source of the sound, Kokichi was sitting on the ground with his knees tucked under him, his hands by his face as he continued to endlessly scream-sob for no apparent reason.

The only one not partaking in the madness was Maki, who was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich with an entirely deadpan expression.

Shuichi…!” Kokichi yelped suddenly, and much to everyone’s visible surprise, he dove into Shuichi’s chest, embracing him so tightly that it became difficult to breathe. “Wh–whhhhhhhhuuhh… Shuichiiiii…”

“Wh-What do you mean?” Shuichi asked with an edge of nervousness. “I was just being nice to him.”“He screamed bloody-murder when I tried doing that,” Kaito commented, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

So Miu’s possessed and Kokichi’s having an emotional breakdown,” Himiko summarized. “We should do something about this, I think…”

“Miu asked for fun,” Gonta explained happily. “Got notebooks to draw in, and boxes full of crayons and pens and stickers. Warehouse really does have everything!”My poor room, Shuichi silently mourned as Tsumugi, K1-B0 and Gonta all carried everything into his room-turned-infirmary.

“I’m just saying that when you’re sick, i-it’s easier to recognize someone else who is,” Kokichi drawled, not meeting anyone’s eyes as he spoke. “It’s like a fifth sense.”“Don’t you mean six?” Himiko corrected him with a frown.“Yeah. A sick-th sense,” Kokichi unexpectedly agreed.

“But–” Shuichi tried.Maki’s red eyes gleamed. “Do you want to die?”Fair point.

On the notebook, there were words scrawled in purple. It read, write your response pls. I don’t want Maki hearing because I don’t like her :P So if you don’t like me hugging you then what can I do? Bcus I always feel sicker when you’re not next to me :( ♡

I don’t want you feeling sicker. If hugging me at all times is what keeps your disease at bay then I can put up with it. When Kokichi read this, he pouted and began writing beneath that note in his own purple crayon. Shuichi waited patiently to read the finished note. Shut up and give me a real answer coward

Oh. Okay.

Shuichi wrote back, holding hands is fine… :)

“Oh, um. I drew… a cat, um, reading a book.”Kokichi squinted down at his shaky, barely comprehensible lines. “...what’s that thing next to it?” “My first attempt.” “Oh.”

A devilish smile formed on Kokichi’s face. “Succumbed, you say? Guys, I think Miu’s getting better already!” “I-I didn’t mean anything by that! Succumbed is only a word.” “You would like to succumb, wouldn’t you?”

Kokichi gasped, his eyes lighting up enthusiastically. “Yes! The poison is kicking in!” “Wh-What!? Poison!?” “Kiddiiiiiing~” Kokichi sang. “If you died, Shuichi, I’d have to haul your corpse around, and that'd just be a hassle.”

His uncle would argue that nine year olds were not typically independent in nature. Shuichi would argue that he had spent plenty of days alone and not set the house on fire and/or died.

Once he awoke, he was immediately helped to the bathroom on his teary request, where he proceeded to fill his sink with cold water and dunk his head into it. Logically thinking, he did not think that would help in the slightest, but he had felt so hot and his head had felt so fuzzy that he didn’t even think twice about it.

he instantly burst into silent tears– not because he was sad or upset or anything! But he just felt so, so overstimulated and frustrated with himself that he could not take it anymore. Those emotions often tended to tears, so this wasn’t surprising.

“Yeesh! What are you, in love with him? That’s Kokichi’s shtick, y’know!” Monokuma barked, noticeably leaning away from the entomologist.“What?” Both Shuichi and Kokichi demanded in unison.

“...I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say fuck before. What’s wrong?” Maki inquired, finally seeming to realize something was off.

“Gonta,” he said in a deadpan tone. “I am the Ultimate Supreme Leader. If you do not become my steed within the next five seconds, I am going to cry so hard. Do not test me.”

That comment didn’t sit well with Kokichi’s lizard-brained desire for Shuichi, but he had at least an iota of self control and was able to simply nod

So maybe falling asleep with things in his shirt was a generally bad idea, but he didn’t want Maki to find and take it. He unfolded the hat he had found and taken from Shuichi’s drawers and placed it on his head, adjusting it in the same way Shuichi used to.

“Tsumugi’s a nerd, Gonta,” Kokichi shot back half-heartedly, knocking in the vent cover. “She likes anime and wears glasses. That means her eyesight sucks. She wouldn’t be able to find Shuichi if he punched her in the face.”

“You’re acting like I kidnapped him,” Kokichi scoffed. “Be grateful I’m wearing this, because this is the only reason I am not in tears right now. We’re going to look for Shuichi, right? So let’s get to it.”

“Shuichi is sick, kidnapped and probably bored out of his skull,” Kokichi snapped, vaguely aware his open defensiveness was rooted in his disease. He paused, considering, before adding, “or high. He might be really, really high.”

“Shuichi would lose a fight to a paper bag,” Maki agreed dryly. “...but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”“Maki!” Kaito barked in protest.“Don’t fight,” Shuichi interjected meekly. “Let’s discuss everyone’s alibis first. I still don’t know them.”

“I’ll cover for Shuichi where he can’t, and Shuichi will cover for me! It’s like your thing with him, Kaito, except better, with established boundaries.”

“Maybe she use bag!” Gonta offered. “Put Shuichi in bag and carry him all the way to her lab.”If there was anyone who was going to get it, Kokichi sure wasn’t expecting it to be Gonta.

Keeboy’s words made him smile grimly. I guess that’s something we have in common; hurting Shuichi when we didn’t want to.Fuuuuck, we have so much apologizing to do.

“Shuichiii~♪” Kokichi sang in a significantly softer tone. His detective glanced up towards him, his breath hitching slightly as he was addressed. “Do you remember my present from earlier? You still have it, don’t you? Can you show everyone, pretty please?”

“Did Shuichi tell you to be a nosy dumbass who wears slippers in public?” Kokichi retorted, expertly holding back a giggle as Kaito squawked in outrage. “I’m talking right now, so wait your turn!”

Shuichi was trembling, teary-eyed with the memories of what he had faced. “She p-pushed it further in when I… when I said s-sorry… and– and she… M-Maki, I’m sorry…”“Why are you apologizing…?” Maki demanded, though there was no fire in her voice. She sounded quiet; defeated. “I hurt you. You… don’t need to apologize to me.”

See, Shuichi? Kokichi wanted to say. You’re not alone. You don’t need to take this on by yourself. You’re not me

“Why do you shoot down all my ideas?” Himiko demanded in turn.“Because they're wrong,” Kokichi retorted simply. “And because Miu couldn’t do that. How could someone who couldn’t even eat by herself pour and drug her own dr–”

“Let me rephrase,” Kokichi deadpanned. “Giving the Courteous Disease to a slut–” Kaito violently face-palmed.

Kokichi’s hand wandered to his chest, where he could feel his heart thumping sporadically. He had one flaw in his lies, and that was his heartbeat. His heart would always give him away if someone cared enough to check.

Kokichi challenged him less than kindly. “I don’t care how much dirt you ate as a child, a strong immune system doesn’t mean an impenetrable one.”

oh yes, it is time to throw away your highest moral values and end a friend’s life. Joy.

Kokichi could only regard Shuichi with a mystified look.That's… strange. He had never taken Shuichi as a liar. (Goes hard btw)

Last chapter!!! Woohoo! Most aren't as much funny as I just fuck with the vibe

A pin drop would make him fracture, and he wasn’t sure if there was any coming back from that this time.

“Sidekick…?”

Oh. Not a potential murderer. Just Kaito.

“It’s fine if you’re struggling, sidekick. Just another enemy for you to fight once you’re ready, yeah? But the way you are now, you’d probably lose a fight to a wet napkin. So!"

Unless he was lying. Then Shuichi would feel sort of dumb.

A disease that forced Kokichi to become dependent rather than independent, playing his most fragile feelings like a marionette.

“Yes. Everything. Even…”

Oh, he knew exactly what Kokichi was thinking. He might as well get it out of the way now.

“...what happened with me and Maki.”

Kokichi gasped. “You were being unfaithful!?”

“What–!? No! You– you know, the… everything with her disease.”

“I know. I just like seeing you flustered.”

“Syndrome’d isn’t a word,” Shuichi pointed out. “And no, I don’t have Stockholm syndrome, Kokichi. "

“Stop it. Your general depressing aura is putting a strain on my radiant and mysterious one.” (me)

WOOHOOOO!!!

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Order #2: Best Frenemies.

Canzanilla Café?

Well, I don’t really want to name the place Freedom Café; that’s my place back home and I’ll get confused.

Since I’m a special guest of the Future Foundation, I feel like it’s a good opportunity to get my brand out there. So we introduce customers as such.

Here. Watch and learn.

*Maya goes to the counter and greets the first customer.

Welcome to Canzanilla Café, may I take your order?

Yes please...I’d like a...

Grande Carmel macchiato in a venti cup, 1/3 whole milk, 1/3 almond milk, 1/3 soy milk, double the amount of vanilla syrup, carmel wall in the cup, no carmel drizzle on top, upside-down, tall cup ice, whipped cream, rounded lid, 1 shot extra espresso decaf, cinnamon sprinkled on top, for the name of Enskakhenneksi please.

Woah, woah, woah, slow down sir!

Hm? What’s wrong? I placed an order. Can I have it?

I’m afraid it’ll take me a while to get you that sir, given that I feel you’ve employed us to make you a goddamn art piece.

Well, your business front dropped quick.

What business front? I don’t retain the nicety’s to customers who are pricks on purpose.

Aww...So you saw through me.

Still, this is a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see YOU behind the counter today Kuripa.

In that case, I’d like a decaf soy latte with an extra shot and cream.

I’m sorry, you want soy AND cream!?

Yeaaaah, don’t push it pal.

???: Leave it to Kokichi to complicate things for other people even though they don’t deserve it.

Huh?

*Another voice joins the conversation. Everyone looks in the direction.

Don’t listen to him bartender. He’s just trying to confuse you. It’s what he does.

Come on Maki! I-I just wanted to see how she’d react! 

You Future Foundation guys really do employ a wide variety of weirdo’s.

Oh uh...He’s not with us. 

Huh?

Allow me to introduce you. This is Kokichi Ouma. He’s the manager of the cabaret club I told you about before. His place is in a bit of a state right now, so he’s staying with the Future Foundation temporarily.

This one on the other hand is Maki Harukawa. She’s employed as the bodyguard for the chief of Branch 2. She’s one of Shuichi and Kaede’s friends.

Ah, so YOU’RE the fabled manager I’ve been told about. Do you dick over your customers the same way you just did me?

Given how successful he is, I doubt that. But he does have a habit of lying straight-faced at random moments, so take everything he says with a grain of salt.

H-How could you Maki!? With so many demanding customers at the Future Foundation, I thought I could give the bartender some experience! J-Just some advice from o-one entrepreneur to another!

WAAAAAHAAAGH! And here I thought we were FRIIEEENDS!?

What makes you think that?

Eh, fair point.

There he goes with that quick acting again.

You guys aren’t buds?

Do we look like friends? Just because I know him well doesn’t mean I like him.

I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking!

Don’t get me wrong, I was only trying to prepare you for the worst. If anything, you should be thanking me!

Order something normal and stop being a twat, and THEN I’d be inclined to thank you for being patient.

Alright then! Since it’s Christmas...I’ll have a Gingerbread and Cream Latte. And make that a large glass please.

Alright, I can do that. And what about you, Ms Harukawa?

I don’t really mind what I have. Just...make it a tea of some kind please. Medium size will do.

Ok then. I’ll handle Kokichi’s order, you handle Maki’s. Got it Kuripa?

Say no more!

Take your time. The anticipation is half the fun after all, nihihi!~

Order up!

Here’s your coffee sir!

*Maya and Kuripa practically dance over to the table Maki and Kokichi sit at, and place their orders in front of them in unison. 

...

...

*They take a sip and place their cups back down.

Wooooow...They were calling you the Ultimate Barista, and now I see why! This really puts a pep in my step!

Oh uh...That’s not a lie by the way.

...Hm...

What’s wrong Harukawa? Don’t you like the drink? My skills aren’t anywhere near Maya’s, but I thought I did it carefully enough...

I can make you another one free of charge if it’s not to your tastes.

No, the drink you made me is fine. It’s just that...

I don’t actually drink tea that often.

Last time I had tea, it was when I had gotten home late. I was very thirsty, so Kaito gave me what was left of his. Unfortunately, his had already gone cold, so I couldn’t really enjoy it at the time.

What did you put in this blend exactly?

Who’s Kaito?

Her boyfriend.

And to answer your question, just some regular ingredients. Teabag, milk, and one teaspoon of sweetener.

Sweetener?

Kind of an artificial substitute for sugar. I didn’t think you were the kind of person who put lots of milk and sugar in your beverages, but since you gave me the freedom to experiment, I thought I’d get you to try it out.

Well...it was delicious. Thank you very much Kuripa.

Damn, you’re in rare form today...

Just take the compliment.

Nihi! Sounds like the Future Foundation just gained another milk tea enjoyer!

What about you Kokichi? How’s your drink?

Well...

It’s cold, and barely even mixed at all. I can taste every ingredient individually and the blend doesn’t blend!

If that’s the case, why did you finish it?

I know you’re lying so you can get a free refill. I’m not that fucking dumb dude!

Ahaha! That was a pretty obvious lie, wasn’t it? There’s no way I would subject either of you to such treatment.

Sei sicuramente un biscotto difficile da decifrare...

You never know what this guy’s ever gonna say next...But hey, that’s a point.

Maki. You claim not to like Kokichi much, yet you seem perfectly fine with sharing a table and a drink with him. Forgive me if I’m prying too much into this, but are you sure you’re ok with that?

...

Kokichi and I...have...a difficult history...

We sure do. One that predominantly involves HER trying to kill me.

And also predominantly involves you being an ass...!

But...things are different now. Back when we first met, our world was very small, and it felt like Kokichi’s actions could shake it, and ruin everything we loved.

But now...Now our world is much bigger, and his actions are nowhere near as significant as they were in the past.

I don’t forgive him for the things he did to us back then...I doubt I ever will...But...

I have bigger things to worry about than the actions of a scumbag like him...So, I don’t really care what’s going through his head as long as we’re only talking about drinks.

Hm...That sounds like something KAITO would say...

He’s influenced me more than I’m willing to admit.

That aside, these days, you only seem to start on people that pique your interest, like Kuripa and Mancare Canzanilla here.

Heeeey...How could you divulge so much about your dear ol’ frenemy here!? I never told anyone any of YOUR secrets!

You and I both know that’s not true.

And please...YOU think I talk too much? Pssh...Get over yourself. It’s not like I’m exposing deep dark secrets or anything.

I’m already up to my neck in uptight and bothersome people day to day. I thought the Christmas season would make them simmer down a bit, but they seem even busier than ever.

Aaaah...That explains why you were so willing to sit and drink tea and coffee with ME of all people.

Yes...The atmosphere of this café is easygoing and calming. Or at least it was until you started getting huffy. 

Hey! You’re one to talk about people taking themselves too seriously! You’re easily like...the second most uptight and serious person I’ve met in my life.

Wait, who’s the first...!?

Shuichi.

Shuichi? Really?

Here’s the difference between you and him. If I said to your face in any other context that you were overly serious and unlikeable, you’d slap me.

But if I said it to Shuichi, I doubt he’d even flinch.

That...

...is a good point...

Do you really keep track of shit like that?

Well, of course he does! All business runners have a habit of doing that. I myself get a wide variety of different customers back home, and I’ve subconsciously decided who my top candidates are for things like “Most consistent drinker” or “hardest worker” “worst culinary skills” or even “deepest darkest hoarder of secrets”

It sounds to me like you two just have way too much free time on your hands.

Well, what about me? Is there a ranking that I fit into on your list?

Hm...How about...

“Best conversationalist.”

Can’t say I disagree with that. The atmosphere you bring is...well, it’s not half-bad.

Hooray for autism!

Anyway, I’ve just about finished my drink, so I think I’ll skedaddle. Here’s the money. Thank you for your hospitality~

Yeah, I should get going too. Here’s my money as well. You take yen, right?

We are in Japan, aren’t we?

*Maki and Kokichi hand Maya the cash in yen.

By the way Kuripa, sorry for my weird words earlier. The tea tasted great. That’s all that matters.

If this café stays open for the holiday, I might just have to become a regular.

That makes me molto felice~

Please come again!

*Maki and Kokichi leave the cafeteria.

[hajimes-erect-ahoge]

Postmortem- Chapter 11

Kokichi has an unexpected conversation with someone.

ao3

Ouma shot up from his bed in a cold sweat, reeling from the nightmare he had just experienced. Trying his best to steady his breathing, he ran his hands shakily through his hair after glancing at the clock.

5:37 am

He sighed, noticing how his throat felt particularly dry. Although he wasn’t a big fan of leaving his room, mostly out of dread of running into the others, it was pretty early and it was unlikely that he would run into anyone else. Swinging his legs over the side of it, he pushed himself off the bed and exited his room.

Closing the door gently behind him, he blinked his eyes to adjust them to the light of the hallway. There were no nurses in sight, but he figured there would be a few nearby, still on duty. As he rounded the corner of the hall the dining hall came into view, the light still shining brightly with the doors wide open. It made sense for the hallways to be lit, but the dining hall too? Who else would be in there at this hour?

Ouma considered turning around and going back to bed, but his curiosity got the better of him as he wondered who else had business with the dining hall at this hour.

When he entered, he saw a silhouette that could belong to none other than Momota, the former self-proclaimed luminary of the stars. Holding back a smirk, he repressed the urge to tease and taunt the other boy until he got aggravated and left. Momota hadn’t noticed Ouma’s presence yet, so the latter took it upon himself to make his presence known, opening a cabinet with enough force to make a sound.

“Ouma…?” Momota had turned to Ouma, his brows furrowed and a confused expression painted on his face.

“Hey.” Ouma’s voice was devoid of all emotion, his usually cheerful and sinister grin being replaced with a blank stare.

After filling a cup with water from the fridge he walked over to Momota, taking a seat right next to him.

“What is my dear Momota-chan doing here at this hour?” The corners of Ouma’s lips were twisted into a tight grimace, as if forcing himself to smile was painful.

“I could ask you the same question.” Momota replied, gazing forward instead of at Ouma.

It was silent for a moment before both boys turned towards each other, letting out a sigh in unison.

“I’m sorry.”

Bewildered expressions followed suit, both boys gawking at one another. Momota paused to clear his throat, encouraging Ouma to continue.

“I guess I could’ve been a little bit nicer to you when you came to visit me in the emergency room. Whatever. It’s not my fault you’re so easy to provoke.” Ouma spat, practically hating every word that came out of his mouth.

“Ugh, you little…! That’s not-” Momota cut himself, seeming to think through his next words rather carefully. Ouma might’ve insulted him, but at least he was trying to apologize, in his own, albeit strange, way. “Look. I was just worried about you and you gave me a really tough time. All I’m saying is that it wouldn’t kill you to be a little honest for once, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I haven’t been told a million times before.” Ouma quipped, sipping from his water. “But what are you apologizing for?”

Momota’s gaze hardened as he spoke, “It’s my fault your whole plan failed. You left it to me to carry it out, and… I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let them vote wrong. I know how badly you wanted to defeat the mastermind, and I did too… hell, we all did. But I couldn’t carry through, and I’m sorry for that.”

Ouma’s mind went blank for a moment, him having been genuinely taken aback by Momota’s words. How could Momota be apologizing, when Ouma himself was the one to blame? It was his own fault for not planning accordingly, for not expecting Harukawa to storm the Exisal hangar, for relying too much on Momota… All of it was his fault.

“Whatever. Not like any of it was real anyway.” Ouma muttered.

“What you said was real though, wasn’t it?” Momota eyed Ouma cautiously, gauging his reaction. “About ending the killing game, about lying to yourself… Everything you said in the hangar was the truth.”

“So what if it was?” Ouma said curtly, “Like I said, it wasn’t real. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It does too matter!” Momota raised his voice, his words booming throughout the dining hall. “Because that’s part of who you are! The Ouma that I know would never enjoy something as horrible as that killing game! You can lie to me all you want, but that’s the truth!”

Ouma’s eyes were wide, staring into Momota’s fierce gaze. Suppressing the natural instinct to challenge said gaze, he looked away, clenching his fists in anger. God, he hated feeling so exposed. Who did Momota think he was?

“Sure. If that’s what you want to believe then go ahead.” Ouma said defeatedly.

Silence descended upon them once more, contrasting Momota’s previous outburst.

Momota broke the silence between them once more, “I’m also sorry for not noticing earlier.”

“Not noticing what?” Ouma cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what Momota was getting at.

Momota folded his hands together, interlocking his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“I should’ve noticed earlier that you were suffering. Bearing the weight of ending the killing game on your small shoulders… No one should have to go through that alone.” Momota admitted.

“Psh! Who do you think I am!” Ouma scoffed, “I’m not one of your wimpy little sidekicks! You don’t have to protect me!”

“Actually, I was thinking and…” Momota smirked, looping an arm around Ouma’s shoulders, pulling him closer, “How would you like to be my new sidekick?” He beamed with childlike excitement, looking for Ouma’s approval like an eager puppy.

“Ew, gross!” Ouma tried to worm his way out of Momota’s grasp, but he held on tight. “I’ll pass!

“Heh, you don’t have a choice!” Momota let go of Ouma, standing up and boldly declaring, “As of today, you, Kokichi Ouma, will be one of my new sidekicks!” Momota proceeded to cheer for himself and Ouma proudly, all while Ouma sulked.

“Ugh, you are so annoying…” Ouma sipped from his glass of water, using the glass to hide his faint smile.

“Get used to it!” Momota flashed him his signature grin and thumbs up.

Ouma hummed in thought, before abruptly changing the subject, hoping to get some of the attention off of himself. “Why are you even here anyway? It’s almost 6 o’clock in the morning!”

“Oh… About that…” Momota’s grin faded away, replaced by a more serious expression. “It’s nothing…”

“Oh, come on Momota-chan!” Ouma huffed, “If I can be honest then so can you!”

“Fine!” Momota took a moment to collect himself before continuing, “...I had a bad dream. No big deal. It’s nothing that the great Kaito Momota can’t handle!”

“Are you sure about that?” Ouma snickered. Maybe he could taunt Momota just a tiny bit, especially after they talked about their feelings.

“What is that supposed to mean? Of course I am!” Momota objected, “Wait… Is that why you were here too? Because you had a bad dream?”

Ouma fell silent, Momta’s line of questioning having struck uncomfortably close to the truth. Thankfully, their conversation was interrupted by a nurse entering the dining hall.

“Ah, there you two are!” She smiled warmly at the two, a gesture that came off as more superficial than anything. “I’ve gathered everyone else in the common room for a meeting, so please make your way there as soon as possible!”

“Huh? They aren’t sleeping?” Momota questioned.

“They’ve been woken up and brought to the common room by the other staff members. Everyone is waiting, so please hurry!” she replied, exiting the dining hall.

Ouma and Momota shared a worried look before complying, following the nurse to the common room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Sure enough, everyone was there, just as the nurse had said. Using the large crowd of people to his advantage, Ouma slipped away from Momota, not wanting to get dragged into a conversation with his other “sidekicks”. He made his way to the corner on the opposite side of the room, subtly shielding himself behind Amami.

“Is everyone here?” one of the staff members inquired, causing the various chatter of the room to subside. “Good. I’ll make this quick then, since I know you must all be tired.”

Ouma observed the others in the room, which seemed to verify the woman’s statement. Yumeno was clinging to Chabashira, rubbing her eyes wearily, while even the shining bright Akamatsu seemed sleepy, yawning not so discreetly.

“I’m sure you’re all getting sick of being cooped up in this hospital, no?” the woman asked.

A group of murmurs emerged from the group, agreeing with her statement.

“Well then, I have good news for you!” She turned to another staff member, prompting them to hand her a stack of papers, which she held up. “These are discharge forms that will allow you to be released from the hospital! I ask all of you to fill these out no later than next week with your preferred housing arrangements so that you can be discharged from this building!”

The group of participants shared a skeptical look, even those who did not particularly get along with one another.

“Now for the details!” The lady cleared her throat, preparing to list out the particular guidelines of this procedure. “The apartments will, of course, be separated by gender, so keep that in mind! All of your living expenses will be paid for by Team Danganronpa, but we encourage you to seek out jobs to get back into the swing of life! And finally, although you will no longer be residing here, it is still required of you to see a personal therapist to help you develop healthy coping mechanisms. Thank you for understanding! You can grab a form on the way out!” The woman concluded her list of rules and guidelines, making her way to the door to hand out forms.

Ouma wasn’t too surprised at this development. He had expected them to be kicked out of the hospital in a matter of time, just not so soon. Amidst his mild surprisement, he noticed Momota talked eagerly to Saihara, most likely discussing their plans to move in together. Before either of them could notice he was staring, Ouma slipped out of the room, grabbing a form and quickly heading to his room.

He placed the hospital discharge form on his nightstand, not even bothering to look at it. Making himself comfortable beneath the covers of his bed, he contemplated the inevitable: figuring out who he should room with.

Naturally, none of the other boys would want to live with him, making things just that difficult. He would likely get stuck with someone who wouldn’t want him, which would make him miserable. Honestly, there isn’t anyone that wouldn’t be a nightmare to live with.

Gokuhara and Shinguji were definitely not options, for obvious reasons. In the middle were Kiibo and Hoshi, who would probably be a bit awkward to live with but not unbearable. At the top of the list were Amami and, as much as he hated to admit it, Momota. Amami seemed pretty chill and would likely be able to deal with Ouma’s antics, and Momota seemed to have at least somewhat of an understanding about Ouma, knowing enough about him to leave him alone when necessary.

And finally, there was Saihara. Standing way above all the other boys, Ouma would be absolutely elated to live with Saihara. Though he wasn’t sure that the other boy felt the same, he at least knew that Saihara could tolerate him the best out of all of them. But it was a dream way too far out of his reach, as he had probably already decided to live with Momota.

Ouma rolled over in bed, trying to get comfortable. His current train of thought wasn’t exactly pleasant, so he decided to smother it by entering the world of sleep. Though the chances were high that he would have another nightmare, he was so tired of this debacle and generally exhausted that he let sleep claim him anyway, falling deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.

[fanfictiondotmess]

The pulsating sound of music made conversation hard, but Kaito had decided to relent and take a seat at a booth with the reluctant soon-to-be detective who had finally agreed to come out to a club. It’s important for a man to get out and de-stress once in a while, and though a good workout was the best for that, dancing was another way to shake off the pressure of the daily grind. Hopefully Shuichi would learn that sooner rather than later.

“So! Pretty cool, huh?” Kaito asked dropping on to one of the cushy seats of the booth. With a laugh drowned out by music, Shuichi sat on the other side. “What? What’re you laughing at?” He asked, raising a hand to signal to a server that the two were ready for a drink.

“Nothing.” Shuichi shook his head and looked back out toward the dance floor.

“You’re making fun of my dancing, aren’t you?” Kaito asked, shrugging in a self-admitted defeat. “Can’t be perfect at everything, but a real man can admit that and still have fun. Remember that.” He sat back in his seat, still grinning.

“Right, Kaito.” Shuichi agreed. There was a small lull in music as one DJ passed it off to the other and some generic- but probably quite popular by club standards- song played while the new guy set up some equipment that the other DJ hadn’t had. Perfect timing for the server to swing by.

“What can I get for you boys?” A middle-aged woman asked. She had a warm smile despite the bags under her eyes.

“We’ll have whiskey. Straight.” Kaito answered immediately.

“He’ll have whiskey. I’ll have a blue Hawaiian.” Shuichi interjected, earning a laugh from the server. She scribbled something down on her notepad and leaned in a bit, checking to make sure that both were wearing wristbands for those old enough to drink. She gave a nod of approval.

“Our kitchen will be closing soon. This’ll be your last chance to order something to eat.”

“Thanks! I’d hate if my sidekick here missed out on the fries here. Two orders!” Kaito exclaimed. The server continued to smile as she looked to Shuichi, giving him a cue to speak his order if he wanted one. He gave a smile in response.

“Alright then. It’ll be out in a minute.”

—-

“Hahaha! Your face!” Kaito doubled over, nearly hitting his head on the table as he laughed.

“Ugh! How can you drink this stuff?” Shuichi asked, fanning himself with his hands. His face was scrunched up in disgust.

“Really puts the hair on your chest, huh?” Kaito accented his statement by downing the rest of the drink. The two had been talking in shouts for well over an hour, conversation becoming more animated with every drink.

“You said you’d try it.” Shuichi said, pushing a blue drink across the table.

“Alright alright. You-“ Kaito stopped in mid-sentence when he felt someone grab his shoulder and shake him. It wasn’t hard or violent or anything. Just unexpected.

“Hey. I’m dizzy.” An unfamiliar voice slurred. As Kaito turned, a small person climbed on to his lap, wrapped an arm around one shoulder, and let his almost limp body fall with a full weight against him.

“Uhh...”

“What the...?” Kaito pushed his back against the booth, trying to put some space between himself and the purple-haired stranger. It didn’t accomplish much.

“Is this your friend, Kaito?” Shuichi asked, eyes wide in surprise and confusion.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” Kaito glanced toward the dance floor for any hint of an identity. Needless to say, the mass of people bobbing and swaying didn’t give him much to go off of. To his relief, a group of three men approached after not too long.

“That’s our friend. Can’t handle his liquor for shit.” A man with uneven patches of facial hair explained. “I’ll take him off your hands.”

“Thanks-“

“What’s his name?” Shuichi asked, putting a hand out quickly to stop the advance of the man. Kaito and the man both looked at Shuichi.

“I don’t think that’s really important right now, Shuichi.” Kaito said.

“Yeah.” The man agreed with haste.

“It is. What is his name?” Shuichi asked again. “Give me his wallet.” He asked, rising from his seat.

“Alright.” Kaito said, uncertainty clear in his voice.

“Uhhh, Kazuki.” One of the other three spoke. The third remain silent, crossing his arms over his chest in a sign of hostility.

“Come on. You can give me your number and I’ll have him call you if you’re that interested. We need to get going.” The first man spoke and took a step closer. This time, Shuichi put himself entirely between himself and the other three.

“That’s not his name.” Shuichi stated.

“What’s up, man?” Kaito asked, ready to be rid of the strange trio and the obviously intoxicated fourth.

“Don’t you find it strange that they’d have spent the entire night with him but don’t know his name?” Shuichi explained.

“We’re newly acquainted. We met last week. I probably wrote his name down wrong when he gave me his number. Clubs are loud.” The second man explained, not missing a beat.

“Alright. Then call him. Call his phone.” Shuichi ordered. By then, Kaito had gotten wind of what was going on. He wrapped one arm around the male, protecting him from being grabbed away and freed his other arm, ready to jump to his feet on the drop of a dime.

“This is stupid. Just hand him over. It’s late.” The first man spoke while Shuichi and the second man stared each other down.

“Yeah? Then all three of you hand me your ID’s right now.” Kaito demanded.

“Fine.” The second spoke. The three all started pulling out their ID’s when a female voice interrupted.

“Are you all together?” The server from earlier asked.

“No.” Kaito and Shuichi answered in unison.

“Butt out, lady.” The third man said, his voice just as hostile as his demeanor. The woman seemed unbothered, almost like she hadn’t even heard the man speak.

“Excuse me, but did he come with these three?” Shuichi asked.

“Hm? Oh no. He’s here all the time, but these three just arrived. Is there a problem?” She asked.

“No.” The third man spoke. “We’re leaving. You fags can-“

“Hey! We don’t tolerate that kind of language here.” The server spoke over the remainder of the man’s sentence. The group retreated hastily with the server on their heels.

“Good call, bro.” Kaito complimented Shuichi as he returned to his seat. “Man! That was so cool! You didn’t even waver!”

“My hands are shaking.” Shuichi admitted and held his hands out as proof.

“That’s even cooler. You were scared but stuck to your guns. Looks like I’m rubbing off on you!” Kaito said, relaxing into his seat. Shuichi scratched the back of his head and cast his gaze to the side, a look of embarrassment clear on his face.

“Anyway, what are we going to do about him?” Shuichi asked, gesturing to the still unconscious male.

“Maybe the waitress can take him- nah. I’m not gonna push anything else off on her. She got rid of those guys for us already.”

“True.”

“Not that we needed her help. We could’ve taken ‘em down with our hands tied behind our backs!”

“Whatever you say, Kaito.” Shuichi put a hand to his face, not caring to dispute the other on this. For all he knew, he’d find the guys in the parking lot and challenge them to a three-on-one fight just to prove himself. He didn’t even need to be drunk to do that. “Ah...”

“What’s up?”

“If they are waiting out front...”

“Not a problem!”

“No, it probably would be a problem. After all, we don’t know if they’re armed.” Shuichi reached out for his drink, but paused and pulled his hand back having decided against putting anything else in his body that might come to hold him back later that night.

“There’s a back entrance. I’m sure the waitress’s let us use it. It’s employees only and there’s a cop monitoring the lot.”

“What? Why do you know that?” Shuichi asked.

“Oh yeah! I never got to tell you. This one time there was this guy causing problems. You know, refusing to leave this girl alone. So I kicked his ass. But then his buddies came in. I was ready to go! But then the cops showed up. They couldn’t arrest anyone, but they said I should probably leave through the back when I did so that I wouldn’t get jumped if anyone was waitin’ up on me. I couldn’t convince ‘em otherwise, so I had to.”

“That’s a pretty impressive tale.”

“Yeah. It was cooler in person. It felt like an action movie. And with the music-“

“Hey. You’re loud.” The purple-haired male interrupted, lifting his head a little bit. His eyes were as purple as his hair. “It’s annoying.” He mumbled before closing his eyes and resting his head against Kaito’s chest.

“Hey! I just saved your ass! You could be a little more... ugh. He’s asleep again.” Kaito shook him a few times, but to no avail. “What a brat.”

“What did he say?” Shuichi asked, leaned across the table. He’d been too far away to hear him over the noise of the club.

“He said I’m annoying then fell back asleep.” He answered, his voice bitter. Shuichi stifled a laugh. Before either had a chance to say more, the server returned.

“Hey, boys. Thanks for looking after him. He’s a bit of a troublemaker, but I’d hate to see anything happen to him.”

“Do you know him?” Shuichi asked.

”Well, not really. Every time I talk to him, he tells a different story about where he’s from or what his job is.” She looked the male over and sighed. “It might be best if you leave through the back tonight. Just in case.” And though she had not told them it was time to leave, both understood the hint well enough.

“Gotcha. Let’s go, punk. You’re coming with us tonight.”

“Us?” Shuichi asked.

“You don’t think I’m gonna let my sidekick go off on his own with those three losers prowling around, do you?”

“I suppose you wouldn’t.”

“Hell no!”

“Sidekick? I didn’t realize you were a superhero and an astronaut.” The server said, her smile back on her face.

“Ha! I can do it all.” Kaito exclaimed. He readied himself to stand, bracing himself a bit for the struggle of carrying an entire human being along with him, and stood. “Man. I’ve carried sacks of potatoes heavier than you.” Kaito spoke to the unconscious male. “What’s his name anyway, Shuichi?”

“Kokichi.”

“Huh, Kokichi. Well, I sure as hell hope this is the last time I have to deal with you.”

[kawaiikichi]

In the Dead of Night (Saiouma)

Saiouma “Shut up and kiss me already” from the Romantic/Fluff Starters list for @redes22! I’m sorry that this took a while for me to finish; I got busy with Saiou Week and then homework’s becoming a huge thorn in my side (like, staying up until quarter to 3am working on it thorn in my side). As I was writing this, it took a completely different turn and went in the direction of hurt/comfort with a sprinkling of some potential smut happenings. I hope that’s okay XD

I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :)

Title: In the Dead of Night

Prompt: “Shut up and kiss me already.”

Summary: After a nasty break-up between him and his boyfriend of four years, Kokichi decides to crash at Shuichi’s place and drink his sorrows away. However, things take an unexpected turn when Kokichi has one too many drinks and decides to throw himself onto Shuichi.

One-Shot Notes: Past Oumami (it gets brought up later on in the one-shot); the reason for their break-up is because he accidentally said Shuichi’s name as he was having sex with Rantaro, but Kokichi doesn’t admit that until he’s really drunk

Warnings: Light NSFW (all they do is strip and grind against each other, but I’m still putting this warning up just in case); read at your own risk!

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One-shot is under the cut!

Shuichi honestly had no idea how it came to this, but it did.

He had taken a shower three hours ago and was about to go back and look through a case he had been given to work on earlier that afternoon when Kokichi showed up at his apartment door with two plastic bags of beer cans in his hands and a drawstring bag slung over his shoulder, insisting that he crash at his place for the night and drink the night away.

He had planned on telling Kokichi to go back to the apartment he shared with Rantaro, but upon seeing the dry tear marks on his cheeks and how red and puffy his eyes looked, he decided to let him come in.

Now three hours, two beer cans, and a platter of karaage later, he found himself seated on the living room floor across from Kokichi, who had just finished chugging his second can of beer.

Slamming the can down onto the table, Kokichi let out an exasperated groan.

“Ah, goddamn that avocado...!” he shouted.

“Ouma-kun, please keep it down! You’ll disturb the neighbors!” Shuichi chided, nursing a beer can of his own.

“Why don’t you keep it down, Saihara-chan?! Shhhhhhhhh!” Kokichi shouted, bringing a finger to his lips so that he could shush Shuichi.

Shuichi reached up to massage his temple, which was beginning to pound more the louder Kokichi got.

I’m going to have a lot of apologizing to do when morning comes, he thought to himself.

He looked down at his phone, checking the time.

“Ouma-kun, it’s almost two in the morning. Shouldn’t you go to sleep now?” he asked.

“Nope! No sleep!” Kokichi dug through the plastic bag beside him and took out another can of beer. “I drink some more...” he slurred as he tried cracking open the can with clumsy fingers.

After five attempts and a little bit of swearing, he managed to crack it open and began to gulp the bubbly liquid down.

“Ouma-kun, you’re quite drunk.” Shuichi finished his beer and set the can down on the table. “Maybe you really should stop drinking for the night—“ he reached out to try and take the can away from Kokichi, but he smacked Shuichi’s hand away.

“Buzz off, why dontcha?!” Kokichi tried to flip Shuichi off, but he rose his index finger instead as he gulped down some more beer. “You don’t know what it’s like...” he grumbled.

“I don’t know what what’s like?” Shuichi asked.

“To—hic!—be hurt like me...” Kokichi said.

“To be hurt like you?”

“Eh, you wouldn’t understand...”

Kokichi finished his third beer and reached for his fourth. Shuichi chose not to stop him this time as he watched him take a swig from the can, a few hiccups escaping his lips. As he reached for a piece of karaage and began to chew on it, he listened as Kokichi began swearing and cursing Rantaro, each one becoming louder and louder.

This piqued Shuichi’s curiosity.

I wonder...

“Ouma-kun...you don’t need to answer if you feel that I’m prying, but...did something happen between you and Amami-kun?” he asked.

Kokichi slammed the can down on the table, turning to shoot Shuichi a look.

“What do you fuckin’ think, Sherlock...?” he slurred.

“Okay, so something did happen between you two.” Shuichi said.

At that moment, Kokichi’s eyes began to fill with tears, his lips trembling. Then, he started sobbing loudly, catching Shuichi off-guard.

“Ou-Ouma-kun?!” Shuichi exclaimed in surprise.

Something really bad must have happened between them if it’s making Ouma-kun cry over it, he thought to himself.

“Why did he have to be such a prick about it?! Goddammit, just thinking back on that stupid avocado makes my blood boil!” Kokichi continued sobbing, reaching up to swipe the never ending tears away. “Curse him...” he mumbled.

Kokichi sniffled.

“Gosh, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me these days...my mind’s a total mess, my relationship has fallen apart, and I’m sitting here, drinking and drinking and drinking and...” Kokichi hiccuped as he reached for his can and tried to bring it to his lips.

However, because his hands were shaking so much, the can slipped out of his hands and beer spilled all over him.

“Ah!” Shuichi scrambled for some napkins. “Here, let me—“ he was cut off by Kokichi, who resumed wailing loudly.

“Goddammit, Saihara-chan, this is all your fault! You made me this way! If only I hadn’t said your name...!” he wailed.

Shuichi stopped, peering at Kokichi curiously.

“Wait...what do you mean by that?” he asked.

“During sex! I called your name during sex and Rantaro got angry and broke things off with me!” Kokichi sobbed harder. “I really think...that something is wrong with me! I keep thinking about you, I keep longing to see you, all I ever talk and think and dream about is you and I...I don’t know what to think! It’s almost like I’m in love with you or something!” he shouted.

Shuichi’s eyes grew wide at Kokichi’s confession. The napkins fell from his hand and onto Kokichi’s lap as his heart pounded loudly in his ears.

He’s...in love with me?

The pounding in his ears only grew louder.

He...likes me, too.

Shuichi knew that Kokichi was very intoxicated and that he was rambling nonsense, saying things that he would never say if he were sober. But, a part of him wished that maybe, just maybe, what Kokichi was saying about being in love with him was the truth.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Kokichi chuckling to himself.

“Well, shit, I can’t really blame myself for falling for you...like yeah, Rantaro’s hot, but you, Saihara-chan? Flip through the dictionary and your picture will be plastered under the word hot because you are the essence of hot. Not to mention, just downright sexy...” Kokichi drawled.

Shuichi’s cheeks flushed red.

“H-Huh?!” he squeaked.

“What, you wanna try and comfort me?” 

“I don’t—” he was cut off by Kokichi hiccuping. 

“Mmmm, actually, you know what? You need to take responsibility.” Kokichi stated.

“Responsibility for what?” Shuichi asked.

“For making me fall for you.” Kokichi replied.

Then, he reached down and yanked his shirt over his head. Shuichi felt the blush begin to spread up to his ears as Kokichi balled his shirt up and chucked it into one corner of the room.

“Ouma-kun! Why in the world are you stripping?!” he exclaimed.

“Why else do you think?” Kokichi undid his jeans and wiggled out of them, revealing his red and yellow striped underwear. “One, you need to take responsibility, and two, you need to comfort me.” he said.

“But...!” Shuichi drew in a gasp as Kokichi crawled onto his lap.

“Hey...I know you like me, Saihara-chan.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi swore his heart was going to leap out of his chest. At this point, his face resembled a rose as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with a response. However, he failed to do so, watching as a seductive smile danced across Kokichi’s lips.

“I know, Saihara-chan. I bet you’re getting hard right now just having me sit in your lap like this.” he said, grinding his hips against Shuichi’s to prove his point.

Shuichi hissed, a pang of arousal slamming into him at the friction. He looked down with wide eyes and saw that he was indeed hard.

When did...?

He didn’t even bother trying to finish that thought as he spoke.

“Th-That...! That’s just the alcohol! I’m drunk, you’re drunk, we’re both drunk, and this is most definitely not something that we should be doing!” Shuichi exclaimed.

“That’s not what your dick is telling me.” Kokichi shot back as he moved his hips again.

They moaned in unison. Shuichi felt the arousal continue to well up inside of him as he stared at Kokichi, who got to work pulling off his pajama shirt.

“You know you want this.” he purred.

Shuichi swallowed as Kokichi threw his shirt off to the side.

“Ouma-kun...can we at least talk about this—“

“No. Fuck first, talk later.”

“But—“

“Saihara-chan, just shut up and kiss me already.”

Shuichi had little time to react as Kokichi pulled Shuichi towards him, their lips mashing together in a rough kiss. Their bodies pressed against one another as Kokichi looped his arms around Shuichi’s neck and Shuichi placed his hands on Kokichi’s hips. Grunts and moans filled the room as teeth and tongues clashed together messily. Shuichi found himself getting more drunk off of the way Kokichi kissed him, his rationality slowly being torn apart at the seams. He caught Kokichi’s tongue in between his lips and began to suck on it, causing Kokichi to moan. He bucked his hips, eliciting a grunt from Shuichi. He grabbed Kokichi’s ass roughly, making Kokichi groan as they pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting their lips together. Kokichi spoke, snapping the string.

“Shuichi...” Shuichi swallowed at the way Kokichi said his first name. “Comfort me...let me lose myself in you, please...” he pleaded.

That was all it took for Shuichi to throw caution to the wind and turn them over so that Kokichi was under him, capturing his lips in another rough kiss.

He knew they would forget what transpired between them in the morning. But, Shuichi decided not to think about that for now. All that was on his mind was Kokichi and “comforting” him, as he put it, all in the dead of night.

[golden-redhead]

Oumota Week 2019 - Day #7 || Domestic

Summary: Kokichi and Kaito deal with their problems like adults they supposedly are. 

Read on AO3.

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Kaito was well aware that having a baby meant changes and sacrifices, sometimes even turning your entire life upside down without any sense of consideration or mercy. 

He thought he was ready. He thought he could handle it. He thought his love would be strong enough to go against any kind of trouble. After all, it’s not that big of a deal, right? 

Wrong. 

By the time he wakes up to the earsplitting screaming — that only infants were capable of — for the ninth time this week (and it’s only Wednesday!) he can practically feel all hope fleeing his body and seriously begins to consider submitting to the cruel fate and accept that he’ll never get a full night’s sleep ever again.

He blinks up against the darkness, for a moment just staring at the ceiling looming above him and wondering when it all went so wrong, where he made the mistake. As with most things with life, he chooses to blame Kokichi. It’s practical. Recommended even, at least according to Maki. And definitely logical, considering that his husband’s been practically chaos personified.  

“‘Kichi,” he whispers harshly, turning over to nudge the Kokichi-sized pile of human, pillows and bedsheets next to him. “She’s awake again.”

The pile lets out the most pitiful sound Kaito’s ever heard, a half-groan, half-whine, and a lone eye peaks from between the sheets, still clouded with sleep but awake enough to leer at him accusingly. As if it’s all his fault! Kaito almost sputters at the audacity.

“It’s your child before before seven o’clock in the morning,” informs him the pile grumpily. 

Kaito snorts. He grasps the edge of the sheets and in one swift movement pries it away, exposing a very miserable and very annoyed Kokichi, dark and matted dark strands of unwashed hair sticking in every direction and a deep, displeased scowl painted on his face. He looks utterly ridiculous and Kaito swallows down the laugh that threatens to slip from between his lips.  

“I thought you are supposed to be the night owl of this family. Back in the Academy you’d barely ever go to sleep before like, three in the morning.”

“That was before we had a screamer,” Kokichi buries his face in the pillow and lets out a low groan into it, the sound muffled by the soft material. He clutches the pillow in a vice-like grip and refusing to let go, even when Kaito starts to poke his ribs. Cruel bastard, thinks Kokichi with a considerable amount of spite. He had people beheaded for less than that. 

“Maybe we could… play for it?” Kaito suggests eventually when another minute passes — and Kokichi lands a kick against his groin in an attempt to make him leave his ribs — with none of them making a move to rescue their baby girl from a wet diaper or vicious clutches of a nightmare.  

Kokichi lifts up his head, suddenly dead serious. Kaito tries very hard not to laugh at the faint imprint of his pillow outlined on his face. “You have my attention.”

“Yeah,” Kaito nods, enthusiastic now that Kokichi seems to be interested. “We could play a game and whoever loses goes to take care of this.”

“What kind of game?”

“Dunno,” Kaito offers a half-shrug, eyebrow furrowing in thought, face scrunching up as he sorts through the possible options. “How about rock paper scissors?”

Kokichi perks up.

“Ohohoho,” he bares his teeth in a wide smile, a dangerous glint flashing through his eyes. “Does my beloved want to lose that badly?”

Kaito fidgets in place, suddenly sweating. “You know what, on second thou—”

“Too late!” Kokichi declares cheerfully, voice dripping with sweetness. “You can’t take it back now!”

Kaito drags a hand over his face, messing his hair up even more. “Fine, let’s do it. Let’s play rock, paper, scissors to see who has to go calm down the baby. Before our neighbours call the police for child abuse.” 

Kokichi has the nerve to clap his hands, way too chirpy for such an ungodly hour. “Glad that we’re dealing with this like adults!”

“Yeah, sure,” murmurs Kaito, placing one hand flat out in front of him, palm up, the other one curled in a fist. 

Kokichi cracks his knuckles and with a brilliant smile on his face mirrors his position. 

“Ready?”

“Ready!” Kokichi sing-songs. He starts, “One…”

“...Two…” Kaito continues, his eyes not leaving Kokichi’s face. 

“...Three!” they call in perfect unison, throwing their shapes at the same time.  

“Huh.” Kaito blinks down at their choices, surprised. “It’s a tie.”

He bumps Kokichi’s rock with his own and sighs. “Let’s try again.”

“Sure~! Ready when you are!”

The game goes on, both of them once again throwing the same shape until eventually Kaito’s scissors lose against Kokichi’s sneakily chosen rock. 

“You cheated,” accuses Kaito childishly when Kokichi grins at him triumphantly, unable to fight down the pout that crawls up on his own face. “I demand a rematch.”

“You can’t cheat at rock paper scissors.”

Kaito huffs, eyebrows wrinkling.

“I’m sure you found a way. You can’t be trusted when it comes to games,” he murmurs, indignant. 

Kokichi turns to him, slowly, his face grave.

The red blaring sign that pops up in Kaito’s head says RUN! and he feels strangely inclined to take its advice.

“Kaito. The love of my life. My darling. My beloved. The brightest star in my dark, empty life. My reason to live.”

He goes pale. Abort mission, abort mission, abortmissionabortmi—

“If you don’t haul your ass up and go take care of the greatest joy of my life this instant I am going to make you regret the day you were born. I am going to unleash hell and prove once and for all how I’ve earned my Ultimate title. Don’t test me, Kaito. My love for you won’t save you.”

Kaito swallows thickly, fear curling low in his gut and wrapping around his organs in a steel, unforgiving grip. 

“So, uh, yeah… I-I’m gonna check up on her,” he stammers awkwardly, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed as if to put some distance between them. 

Kokichi smiles brightly.

“Yes, you do that~!”

 Kaito’s head jerks in a nod and he scrambles out of the bed, almost tripping over his own two feet, and hurries out of the room as if he was being chased. 

Half a minute later Kokichi sighs contently when the shrieking noise of their first born finally quiets, chased away by the sweet lulling voice coming from the other room, and he slowly falls down on his pillow, allowing the sheets to swallow him up in their warm embrace. He wraps the blanket around his narrow shoulders and nuzzles his nose into his husband’s pillow, the traces of his scent still lingering. Seconds later, he’s already asleep, a small smile gracing his lips. He doesn’t even stir when Kaito, after a one diaper change, two lullabies and four nose kisses, tip toes back into the room, their daughter curled up against his chest. Soundlessly, he slips under the blanket next to Kokichi, leaning in to press a small, fond kiss against the crown of his head. 

By the time his head hits the pillow he’s already asleep. 

[luucarii]

With a Dash of Gin - Ch12

*Continues to stray from the Bartender AU that probably led a majority of my readers to read Chapter 1*

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Sleep didn’t come easy for the rest of the night, just as Kokichi expected. Sudden scares through the night usually kept him on edge to the point where the closest thing he’d get to sleep was a light dozing. Granted, the fact that Rantaro was still on the phone helped a bit. His calm breathing through the phone was enough to keep his thoughts positive. Kokichi pictured Rantaro beside him, the mere thought of him being there with him let Kokichi lay comfortably in bed for the rest of the night until Rantaro stirred slowly in the morning.

It was probably around eight. Kokichi didn’t bother to check the time but with the way that Shuichi was getting ready for class he figured the estimate was accurate. Shuichi had leaned over and it seemed he was ready to wake Kokichi and remind him that he had to get up but when Kokichi drowsily shifted his head and half-glared at him, Shuichi raised his hands in defense and stepped away.

Shuichi disappeared into the bathroom and Kokichi heard the quiet mumbling of Rantaro.

“So you’re awake, hm?” A quiet grumble sound through the speakers and Kokichi sighed. “Did you even fall asleep to begin with?”

“Ehh... Let’s call it a nap or something.” Kokichi tried his best at a laugh but it came out more forced than anything else. He was losing his edge, normally faking a something like that would be so simple nobody would be able to hear the awkwardness in it. 

“Kokichi... You should’ve told me. I would’ve stayed up with you.”

“Noooo, Ranty. It’s fineeee. I’m fineeee. It’s just a stupid, childish nightmare! Nothing that I can’t handle!” 

Rantaro sighed and Kokichi found it best to change the subject. He didn’t want to dwell on the nightmare too much. Once dwelling started, questions followed soon after and those questions were ones Kokichi wanted to avoid if at all possible. And knowing Rantaro specifically, he’d be too overly concerned and wouldn’t leave Kokichi alone about it just because he cared.

“Soo, what’s your plans for today?” Kokichi asked with a yawn as he stretched. Arms reached up to hit the bed frame and he playfully tapped at it.

“Come over.”

“W-what?” Kokichi froze and broke out into a laugh.

“If you can, I mean. Let me treat you to breakfast. And plus, I do owe you a makeover.”

Kokichi raised an eyebrow and let out a curious hum. 

“Come on, you don’t remember the day we met? When you were so insistent on me doing your nails?”

“I was… I mean, sure. Sure, Ranty, whatever.” It’d been a little more than a week and Kokichi had already forgotten. He half meant it when he said it but he wouldn’t pass up another date, no way. He just hoped the sudden asking to hang out wasn’t some way to get him to open up. Not so soon.

Not yet.

As Rantaro hung up the phone, he stepped out onto the patio and looked over at Chizuru who was in the midst of silently reading a small hardcover book. There were folded clothes on the couch in the connecting living room and it seemed Chizuru had woken up earlier to do some chores before the rest of the family woke up. She took a quick glance at Rantaro and smiled to herself before her eyes darted back to the book.

“What’s it about?” He questioned as he pulled up a nearby chair.

“These teenagers have these supernatural powers and they’re trying to solve a string of murders.” A simple synopsis, as expected from her but Rantaro couldn’t deny he was at least somewhat interested. “Midori recommended it.”

“Speaking of Midori, wasn’t it her job to do the laundry this week?” 

“She hasn’t been feeling too good lately. I took over for her.” Chizuru answered without looking up. 

“What do you mean? She seemed okay when I saw her last night before I left for work.” Rantaro remembered her smile. Midori was nothing but her regular self with some slight signs of annoyance in her eyes, granted she was in the midst of doing one of the pages of her summer packet so she probably was a little tired.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” Chizuru closed her book and let it rest in her lap. Guilt shone in her green eyes and she slid off her chair and ducked into the living room. 

“Chizuru.” Rantaro followed after her. She set her book on the couch and picked up a few piles of clothes. She walked down the other hallway, opposite of the “Work Area” and opened up the door to Saki’s room, silently placing the pile of clothes on her dresser.

“I shouldn’t be saying anything.” She hissed as she closed the door, “I told Midori I wouldn’t.”

“Well it seems she wouldn’t tell me if I asked so you’re the only person who knows what’s wrong.” 

Chizuru sighed, voice quieting as she passed the door to Midori’s room, “is the bartending job really necessary? Our situation isn’t exactly in need of it.”

“You’re right. But it’s good to have something like that on the side, even if at the moment we don’t need it.” Rantaro mumbled. It was natural to think like that. It seemed with each new addition to the already crowded Amami family, they’d each start to grow complacent, too reliant on the fact that their father was the head of his company. Rantaro couldn’t tell much about his other siblings in Tokyo, but he knew they were more stuck up and pompous than he and his sisters — a main reason why family dinners during Christmas weren’t the best despite the big family.

“Father and our older brothers are more than enough.” For a second, Rantaro figured this talk was a bit more than just a bit of an insight on Midori’s feelings.

“Life’s crazy. You never know when something can suddenly just happen.” It was a general statement, something he truly believed. But the recent phone call from their guardian overstaying her time in Tokyo with their father left his stomach feeling strange.

“…Why do you say that like you’re expecting something?” Chizuru must have caught the way Rantaro bit the inside of his cheek. She was known for her good eye with things like that. “Did something happen?”

Rantaro laughed, shaking his head and waving his hands reassuringly, “no, I’m just speaking in general. But I get where you’re coming from. Midori misses me, right? I know I haven’t been spending much time with her, or the rest of you really. And yeah, my job is to blame for most of that. I’m sorry. I’m not going anywhere, alright? I’m your big brother and you guys are stuck with me.”

Chizuru giggled when she felt a light pat at her head and wrapped her arms around her brother, sighing. Rantaro smiled and he wished the rest of his family were awake. No doubt Saki and Kazu would tackle him in unison while Eri would be trying to take a picture of it all for memories. Sasori would probably be looking over them all with a big motherly smile while Midori clung to his arm and gave that weird dorky grin she had.

He wished his father were here, or at least could see how they all grew up. Midori's birthday was the last time he had heard from him directly (though through a phone call, not a video call), everything else had just been messages passed down through their guardian. Rantaro knew the work was demanding, and even if he was stationed at home with him and his sisters, he’d have to take too many trains to get to work at a reasonable hour everyday. It was the main reason he moved to Tokyo in the first place with Rantaro’s older brothers (who were actually interested in the business) and which ever child happened to be born over there. He figured he’d just keep Rantaro and his sisters together under the watch of a guardian so they could continue to go to school and not deal with the stress of moving to a big city. It was unorthodox and surely many of Rantaro’s friends and sisters looked at it strangely, but it was what his father decided. He had the money to manage it anyway.

“Hey, I’ll make it up to you guys with breakfast. I invited Kokichi over, so we’ll all eat together.” Rantaro looked down at Chizuru with a smile and she slipped away from her brother and made an awkward hum.

“Is Sasori going to help you by any chance?”

“Um, if she wants to. Why?”

“Your food sometimes comes out a little bland.”

Rantaro pouted and Chizuru snickered to herself.