#🔮【 mysterious storybook || writings 】

[rayneyroses]

Someday, to Withstand Fire

Status: A birthday present for my friend @intljaystation 💜 Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: General Audiences Shipping: Xingyun Content Warnings: n/a ao3: 🍨📘

Chapter 1

Chongyun’s voice was the only sound in the room, aside from the occasional flipping of pages and the rustling of fabric. He spoke quietly yet clearly as he read the contents of the book in his hands to his friend. Xingqiu’s head rested on his lap, his dark hair fanned out on Chongyun’s thighs. His eyes were closed while he listened, intent on enjoying the favour he was done. After all, there had been no time for such idle pastimes the last few days.

He had insisted on retiring to the privacy of their room for tonight. After a long day of traveling to Wangshu Inn and socialising with other merchants on the way, his excuse was that he needed a moment of solitude to recover. Unlike many other people, spending time with Chongyun was rarely draining to him. Perhaps he was spoiled, but he could never get enough of little story times like this.

“The heart was a fool. Rationalising such feelings was for naught since love is stronger than thought. Compelled by… passion roaring inside his body like stormy ocean waves, he…” Chongyun, despite having kept his composure for so long, trailed off. Heat stirred in the pit of his stomach and rushed to the tips of his ears. “Oh, Xingqiu will tease me if I don’t hurry,” he thought. Conquering his fears, he mustered his courage.

“…he crossed the distance between them and… united their lips in a first lovers’ kiss.”

Gauging whether he had been caught in his embarrassment, Chongyun peeked past the edge of the book. But much to his chagrin, his eyes locked onto amber ones full of mischief. He quickly averted his gaze. “Oh no,” he thought, “I won’t hear the end of this tonight.”

“Yunyun. Perhaps if you were brave like the protagonist of this book, that courage would make you a stronger exorcist too. What say you?” Xingqiu mused, squinting his eyes like a mischievous cat.

Chongyun huffed and shook his head in disbelief – at himself, since that statement somehow managed to make a little sense to him. After all, was a successful exorcist really someone who struggled with human relations? Or someone worried to face casual things such as affection? He had never given it much thought, since he was rather busy keeping his emotions tame instead of learning how to express them. Especially around Xingqiu. But even that was always giving him a hard time…

No, these had to be completely different things.

“You’re just teasing me,” he stated, more to himself than his friend. “Kissing has nothing to do with exorcising evil spirits, ‘Qiu.”

“But dear Chongyun, how can you be so sure?” Xingqiu smiled – then showed mercy by closing his eyes once more. “Oh, please continue. I was invested!”

“Alright, alright.” Chongyun cleared his throat and returned to the last line he had read. “Warmth blossomed forth from his chest like fireworks on a night-clad sky. Perhaps this was what he had been missing all along…”

Unlike before, Chongyun realised he was absorbing every sentence carefully. He wouldn’t dare give into such fantasies, scared of the repercussions. But perhaps there was a reason why so many people seemed fascinated by the concept of romance, enough to make a happy marriage their life goal. That was something he could never envision for himself… but craving a genuine bond with another person was relatable. Without Xingqiu, he knew nothing would be quite the same. He wouldn’t trade their friendship for anything in the world.

“…only empty dreams, until the morning hours bid the night farewell.”

That was the end of the chapter. Chongyun was about to ask whether he should read him another, but a glance at Xingqiu’s face told him that he was falling asleep. Icy blue eyes softened at the sight. He placed the book next to him and gave Xingqiu’s shoulder a gentle shake.

“Xingqiu… if you’re going to sleep, you should go to bed first.”

“Mmh…” Xingqiu uttered a sleepy noise in protest, unwilling to move. Who could blame him? These thighs were cosier than any pristine pillow he owned.

Chongyun gave him another shake, to no avail. He sighed. Once Xingqiu was set on something, he turned stubborn and clung to it with metaphorical claws. He, on the other hand, usually found himself getting the short end of the stick. But he was getting tired and his legs were starting to fall asleep.

“Alright… fine,” he mumbled. If it didn’t work this way, maybe he needed to change his strategy. Chongyun mustered his courage and reached for Xingqiu’s hand. Unsuspecting, the other made no move to complain or look.

Pale fingers were brought to his lips. Chongyun placed a tender kiss upon the back of Xingqiu’s hand.

“Chongyun…?”

Dark lashes fluttered against blushing cheeks. Xingqiu’s eyes shot wide open. Their gazes met and soon, the blush on his face outmatched the shade of pink on Chongyun’s.

“You said I’m not brave enough… so I’m proving you wrong. And it worked…! So,” Chongyun explained, then avoided his eyes. “…are you ready to go to bed now?”

Xingqiu gaped in disbelief. After regaining his composure, he covered his mouth with his kissed hand to stifle a laugh. The other seemed to interpret it as teasing, a good excuse to hide the spreading heat on his cheeks.

“Well, I can hardly say no after you tried so hard,” he conceded, “but a kiss on the hand isn’t the same as one on the lips, don’t you think?”

“Now you’re just trying to embarrass me,” Chongyun pouted, prompting another laugh from his friend. But indeed, he seemed ready to head to sleep now. Chongyun was simply happy that he hadn’t been punished for his audacious behaviour… but he was going to need some rest, lest the simmering heat in his stomach might overwhelm him.

Perhaps next time he’d be strong enough to withstand the fire.

[rayneyroses]

Fortune Preserver

Status: Commissioned and owned by @shuicheese. Thank you! ♥ Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: General Audiences Characters: Xiao & Qiqi Labels: referenced death ao3: ❆

Description: The summer heat is unyielding and gives Qiqi quite a lot of trouble picking herbs in the mountains. Xiao finds her alone, unable to remember her purpose. He decides to accompany her on her journey to protect her from harm. But Qiqi is still troubled, since she must return before nightfall and the sun will set soon.

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Many people had died in the crossfire of battle as the yakshas fought the eternal remains of gods buried by time. Innocent bystanders who they meant to protect from the monsters fell victim to their endless altercations. What remained at the end of a victorious battle wasn’t sweet satisfaction but a bitter aftertaste in their mouths. There was no conciliation for the lives they took and for the damage they caused, so their karmic debt grew until it consumed them one by one.

Perhaps this guilt served as a convenient excuse for him to keep watch over the small figure in the distance. Whether it was due to his obligation to protect the people of Liyue or a silent desire to rectify one of thousands of wrongs, it didn’t matter. There was no use in debating these things with oneself.

Xiao’s piercing gaze oversaw the valley before him. Atop one of the many mountains that marked the landscape of Lisha, he stood to observe the Dunyu Ruins below. Usually, he tasked himself with watching the long road that went past Wangshu Inn and connected Mondstadt with Liyue Harbour. Today his battle had taken him to a different place. Otherwise, he would not have spotted the familiar girl searching for respite from the summer heat in the shade of a tree.

At first, he had acknowledged her presence, yet paid it no further mind. But as time passed, she didn’t move an inch from her spot in the grass, limbs stretched out in all directions and her eyes closed shut. Was she sleeping, or something more dire? His amber eyes were sharp, but he could not make out what was going on from over here.

He considered. Should he meddle? Perhaps not. She was probably sleeping.

More time passed. The girl had opened her eyes and was staring at the sky, unmoving. Her gaze held no purpose and seemed lifeless. Lost.

Xiao finally chose to cross the distance between them.

“You’ve been here for a while,” he spoke, summoning her attention, “and so have the Fatui that occupy the ruins nearby. It isn’t safe here.”

She tilted her head. Her pale eyes stared right through him.

“Safe… it’s not. Mh…” She sat up slowly. It took great effort for her to stretch her stiff limbs. “Here… where am I? I forgot.”

“These are the Dunyu Ruins, in Lisha,” he answered, then added, “in Liyue, the land of Geo. Do you remember why you’re here?”

She shook her head. After staring at him for a long moment she asked, “Who are you?”

The list of names people called him by was endless. But this one was the name that not only protected his identity, but also the one which he had grown most accustomed to.

“Call me Xiao. What’s your name?”

It was unnecessary to ask, but he did so anyway.

“…Qiqi. My name… it’s Qiqi.”

Qiqi got to her feet, moving as if her body was made out of wax. Her current state was far from optimal, but he found relief in the fact that she remembered her name. That explained the who and where, but they were still missing the why.

“Qiqi… perhaps you’re carrying something that we can use to determine why you’re here,” he suggested, though he was already coming up with a Plan B. If there was nothing that explained her purpose here, he was going to escort her back to Liyue Harbour. Personally, he preferred that option if only for the sake of her safety.

Qiqi looked down at her body and lay eyes on the bag she had discarded in the grass next to her… probably before she took a rest. By searching its contents, she found a familiar diary. She remembered touching the solid cover and opening the book to flip through its pages. But her search was aimless, and she soon held her head as it began spinning. Xiao waited for a while before he spoke.

“Do you need help?”

Qiqi looked up and grimaced. Giving her journal away meant handing away her guide to safety. At the same time, was it much use to her if she failed to find the page she needed? The writing felt like some foreign code to her right now.

With great hesitation, she finally handed him the book. Xiao accepted it with a nod and carefully scanned the pages. He noted that she had neat handwriting, and the notebook was kept tidy. There was an introduction with basic rules and information on Qiqi and people she seemed keen to remember. The middle part was on-going and meant for daily entries. He skipped ahead to check today’s date and found what he was looking for.

“It says here you are to gather a certain amount of Violetgrass during the day and return to Bubu Pharmacy at dusk,” he explained and handed over the book with the open page. Qiqi tried reading it again. This time, she was slowly able to make sense of the situation herself.

“I remember... I know where I have to go. The mountain between Dunyu Ruins and Lingju Pass… that's my next stop.”

Xiao nodded. “I’ll accompany you.”

“Why?” Qiqi asked, puzzled by the stranger’s kindness.

“The heat is daunting,” he explained, “and if you were to forget and lose consciousness again, it may prove fatal for your body.”

She considered her options. Had she lost consciousness? It was hard to tell. But her body felt like it was falling apart, and she wanted to return home as soon as possible.

“Mh... Qiqi’s still confused. Thank you for the help... but I have to keep all of the Violetgrass we find. Is that okay?”

“I have no use for them,” he agreed to her request. “Let’s go.”

Qiqi nodded and put her journal back into her bag. But right when she was about to take a step forward, the heat sent another pang of dizziness through her body. She held her head.

“It’s too hot…,” she uttered in despair. “I feel like I’m melting away. My body… my body. It’s going to rot.”

Qiqi was undead, he knew as much. Centuries back, she had been bestowed with a cryo vision when death was about to strike her down. He remembered this vividly and with much guilt. The cold of her vision was meant to protect her body from disintegrating and growing foul. But in her weakened state and the scorching heat, perhaps that wasn’t enough to preserve her.

“I will be right back.”

In the blink of an eye, Xiao disappeared. Qiqi stood there, puzzled. But since there was nothing else she could do, she waited as he had instructed.

He remembered seeing mist flowers grow nearby. Once he had found the plant, he knelt by the water turned to ice and plucked three of the corollas. The cold pierced his fingertips. Hopefully, this was going to work as he intended.

Just as quickly as he had vanished, Xiao returned with a gust of wind. It ruffled Qiqi’s clothes, and she pressed a hand to the talisman on her forehead until it subsided. Xiao offered her the flowers in his hands, and she stepped closer to accept them with great relief. The icy cold spread from her hands through her limbs, soothing her entire body. She sighed and held them to her chest while they rejuvenated her.

Xiao waited patiently while she calmed down, content he had managed to ease her pain at least momentarily. Once she was ready to move, she looked down at her clothes and her bag. If she was going to gather herbs, she needed her hands free. But she also wanted to keep the flowers as close as possible…

“Why don’t you tie them to your bag?”

Xiao’s question dragged her out of her slowed thoughts. She considered, then nodded.

“Should I do it?” he asked, and she nodded again. Qiqi handed the flowers over and Xiao tied their stems to the strap of her bag, careful so they wouldn’t tear. Once they were properly secured, he stepped back and let her examine his work. The cold was pleasantly numbing her body. In the burning heat, it would give her enough safety to continue her task.

“It’s good. Thank you… ah.” She paused and brought a finger to her lips as she thought. After a moment, she shook her head. “I forgot your name… sorry.”

It seemed the flowers wouldn’t fix her problem so easily. But he could tell her ability to speak and move had improved, so that meant progress.

“It’s alright. My name is Xiao. If you forget again, ask away. I won’t mind.”

Qiqi nodded her head in gratitude. Contrasting his stern appearance, the person in front of her was patient. Xiao… even if she had trouble remembering right now, it felt familiar. Perhaps she could read it up in her notebook later.

“Qiqi’s ready to go now. Can we leave?”

Xiao agreed silently and they started walking.

The pitter patter of frogs hopping alongside the shore and the gentle waves lapping at the rocks piercing the nearby stream were the only sound to be heard amidst their footsteps. They trod side by side until they reached the great golden-knot wood tree near three paths crossing. Above them, the sun bathed the world in its burning light, obstructed by only a few clouds. Many would have considered this a lovely day. Xiao remembered being told by Rex Lapis and the God of Wind that beauty lay in the eye of the beholder. He figured there were a lot more things in this world that were like that.

The fluttering of Cicin wings reached his ears. Qiqi reached for her sword while she determined the source of the noise, but Xiao was faster. Swift as the wind, he summoned his spear and hoisted himself into the air. They failed to put as much as a scratch on him. His weapon pierced their bodies effortlessly. The monsters’ trilling and cries faded into silence as they fizzled out before they returned to elemental dust.

“You’re protecting Qiqi…” she noted once he had returned to her side. “Thank you.”

Gratitude. He still wasn’t used to this feeling.

“It’s my duty to protect. Think nothing of it.” Xiao turned towards the path ahead, eager to continue. “Let’s go.”

A bit puzzled by his behaviour, she nodded her head. Right now, she didn’t quite get what was going on, but it was something to think about later.

She followed in his footsteps as he led the way. Step by step, her body adjusted. They snuck past Hilichurls and Fatui Agents. When they had to cross pools of water, Xiao grasped her hand to help her climb up rocks and riverbeds. Soon, they reached the side of the mountain that was easiest to scale. Despite the time pressure, she had to do a couple of stretches before she was ready to climb up where the herbs grew. While she exercised, Xiao kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. Thanks to his effort, she was able to finish quickly.

“The sun is about to set. You said you must return by nighttime, correct?”

“Yeah...” she replied with an underlying sense of anxiety. “That's the order I gave myself.”

“Then let's focus on our search for now.”

Qiqi harvested the few plants they found. She was careful to preserve the roots and used her cryo vision to cool the herbs without damaging them. It was necessary to ensure they would stay fresh and lively throughout her journey. But they found fewer herbs than anticipated... somebody must've come to pluck Violetgrass before the summer heat had overwhelmed Qiqi. As the sky turned shades of crimson and gold, her anguish grew. The exhaustion was clear on her face. She was running out of time. At first Xiao chose to stay focused on their task, keen to complete it - but it soon became clear that it was an impossible feat. Despite the impending failure however, Qiqi kept climbing and walking, driven to fulfil what she had asked of herself.

When the sun was threatening to touch upon the horizon, he could stay idle no longer.

“We are out of time. What we have gathered by now will have to suffice,” he declared.

“I can't. I can't... go against an order. I have to...” Qiqi muttered.

She reached out to hold her head, dazed. A Jiangshi like her was meant to act only upon orders given by the one who had awoken them. However, while her cryo vision and the adeptal power bestowed upon her body had given her strength, the reason for her survival had been her overpowering wish to live. She was a special case and so, she had to give orders to herself.

Xiao stopped and spoke.

“Can I look at your book one more time?”

Qiqi paused, uncertain of what to do. It conflicted with her mission. But as if guided by an unseen force, she managed to pull the journal from her bag and handed it to the adeptus. Xiao accepted it, acknowledging that it had taken a great deal of strength from her.

Golden eyes skimmed the pages as he flipped through them. When he found an entry that caught his attention, he read it carefully.

He had discovered what he was looking for but was uncertain how to proceed.

“If you want to help Qiqi give up on an order, you must hug her and show her she is loved. Only if you succeed will she be able to rest.”

After a moment of silence, Xiao returned the book with a nod. His gaze wandered across the sky, an uncertain Qiqi by his side. She turned and her feet carried her forward, pulled by invisible strings.

If she could cry, this was certainly one of the few times she felt most like doing so. The strain on her body and the lack of time clashed with her mission. There was no escaping it. It was a despair unseen to the naked eye. It sat deep in her chest and made her bones ache. A cold spread through her limbs that was nothing like the comforting ice she knew from her vision, or the mist flowers tied around her bag.

Suddenly, she was held back by her shoulder. At first, she tried to pull away. When it was no use, she turned around.

In her anguish, she had almost forgotten about Xiao’s presence. That made it even more confusing when he got to his knees and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

Xiao wasn't sure what he should do. As rarely as he had felt the embrace of another person, he knew how to give a hug. But the rest... he wasn’t certain. How did humans express love? Was it different because she was a special case? There were no further instructions in her journal. Throughout his life, he had heard of countless ways to express love too. But would it be genuine if it came from a stranger like him?

A memory flitted past his inner eye. There was one thing he knew… one thing that had helped him through his darkest times. Because he knew of nothing else to do, he decided to go with his instincts.

Xiao began to hum a song while he held Qiqi in his arms. The melody had saved him many years ago and was still ingrained in his mind. Whenever karmic debt threatened to devour him whole, his feet carried him out to the borders of Liyue to listen to the Dihua Flute. While the morning sun shed its first light upon the marsh, the weight on his body would ease. For just a little longer, he was allowed to escape his own madness.

The sun had set. While Xiao hummed his melody, the heat of the day gave way to the cool of the night. A lone tear slid down Qiqi's cheek. As it ran across her skin, the budding ice crystals inside glistened in the moonlight.

When the melody stopped, she noticed that she had wrapped her arms around him in return. Something inside her felt pleasantly warm. It was familiar… Perhaps it reminded her of home. Some memories could never be truly taken from her.

When Qiqi's grip on him eased up, he slowly let go of her.

“Are you able to move on?” He asked.

“Yeah... I think so.” The strange pull on her heartstrings had melted away with the rise of the moon. She regretted that she wasn't able to complete her task, but it was no longer tearing her up inside. Qiqi looked at Xiao and, for the first time, into his eyes.

“Thank you.”

She decided to write an entry about him in her notebook, so she wouldn’t forget.             

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[rayneyroses]

✦ No Objections ✦

I’m super late but this is a belated entry for @tsukasa-week ! Finally found the energy to finish something after months. I love the Yugi twins send tweet fjhbsffg

Prompt Day 1: Friendship/ Family/ Fluff ​ Shipping: Implied Hananene and maybe Tsukanene if you squint? Setting: Survival AU, everyone’s grown up, domestic Words: 2115 Description: Tsukasa’s having a bad day while reminiscing over the past. When Amane and Nene return from a movie date, they decide to cheer him up with an unexpected surprise.

Tsukasa had forgotten the reason why scars hurt on bad days. Maybe it was the rain drumming against the windows, maybe it was the sour mood he was in. What bothered him the most right now was that everything he put on paper either turned into scrawny doodles of red messes or misshapen eyes. One of his favourite pastimes was failing him. At some point he had stopped trying and started playing with his pencil instead. When an especially fierce gust of wind tore him out of his dissociation, he jumped to his feet. Time to give up, this was going nowhere.

It had taken a lot to convince Amane to go out to the movies with Yashiro like he had promised her instead of staying at home to care for him.

The thought made Tsukasa grimace. Not that he didn’t like her! No, the opposite — he had grown much fonder of their daikon than he would have expected.

But he had to begrudgingly admit that he still felt a pang of jealousy sometimes. After years of growth, he was able to feel genuinely happy for his brother. It was something that had to be learned… he did, though! They had invited him along too, but he just… didn’t feel up to it today. There was a weight on his chest that made him feel inadequate. Unwanted. As if he would be in the wrong place.

Tsukasa dropped into bed and huffed out a long breath of air. With his arms spread wide, he stared at the ceiling and grabbed at the sheets. He listened to the pit-pattering of the rain outside and tried to ground himself, but only managed to feel more upset.

He couldn’t decide which hurt more: the scars he had drawn with his own hands or the ones caused through words. There was one that marked his body, bigger than the rest, but that one was his fault too. In the past he had thought it was going to be his trophy or his prized possession, akin to a battle scar. But he was older now. Maybe not an adult yet. Maybe he was never going to be an adult. But he wasn’t a kid anymore either and he knew back then, they had played a losing game.

Hearing Amane sob as sirens rang in the distance made him realise, none of this had made any sense to begin with.

The memory made him feel guilty. Everything was so much better now. Amane had forgiven him years ago.

But he still managed to feel awful on days like these. Wasn’t it enough to be alive and not have Amane hate him? He didn’t know where these feelings were coming from either. Perhaps that made it worse.

The familiar sound of a lock clicking open put an end to his sulking. Out of reflex, Tsukasa calmed his breath and kept his eyes squeezed shut, pretending to be asleep. Playful giggles reached his ears, hushed whispers, and the sound of wet steps on parquet.

Usually, he would have been ecstatic at the prospect of Nene staying the night. Today was supposed to be another sleepover. It was always so fun if the three of them were together! They’d watch movies, play games and fool around all night, until they were too tuckered out to keep their eyes open. But Tsukasa hated showing vulnerability and ruining the mood when everyone else was so happy. He just didn’t have the energy to pretend he was fine today.

And Amane, Amane always caught on. His brother knew him better than anyone else – they were twins, after all! Bound to be together, always. Even after everything that had happened, they still stayed by each other’s side. Made amends, grew, moved out together and started a happier life, studied what they liked. Adopted kittens and got to know Nene! And Nene, by now she was family anyways, so —

“Tsukasa, we’re back!”

He swallowed thickly. Pretending to be asleep was easy. But Amane might still notice the signs.

Tsukasa could never resist leaving a few hints here and there. Something that said “No, I’m not fine,” if he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

His heart thumped in his chest when Nene called out to him next, her voice approaching Tsukasa’s bedroom. Her steps came to a halt once she reached the doorframe and spotted him under the covers.

“Tsukasa-kun, are you- …oh…”

Yeah, that was Nene. He could almost hear the smile on her lips. His heart grew warm. Silly heart, doing silly things. Amane caught up to her and they exchanged a few whispers.

Secretive. He wanted to know what they were talking about really bad… so as if to spite himself, he tried not to listen and kept pretending. Yup, he was asleep!

“It’s fine… we’ll… yup. Is that alright?”

No. Even if he tried to ignore it, he picked up on Amane’s words anyway. Whatever he meant, Nene hummed in agreement and they stepped away.

He heard the rustling of clothes. A few murmurs in the other room. Water running from the kitchen and the bathroom. Silence.

Tsukasa thought he might doze off after all before the mattress suddenly lowered beneath him. He almost jumped.

“Don’t be scared, Tsukasa-kun…” Nene warned him softly, though too late. Did she know? Or was she just doing it to make sure?

The weight on his left side shifted and he figured she had lifted the covers to tuck him in. Oh, no… both of them! Nene was joining him to cuddle… this wasn’t new. But still rare enough to make him giddy! Was Amane going to join, too? He hoped so…

His heart fluttered when she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled up to his chest with a pleased sigh. Surely if she were to pay attention, she would hear the racing of his heart. Nene might still not tell, though. Somewhere along the line he had grown to trust her a lot more. Amane trusted her too and he had learned to defend himself… so she couldn’t be that bad, right? He had thought, months back. Or a year? More? He couldn’t remember.

It didn’t change that it almost felt like Nene had always been a part of their lives.

“Heheh… you look so cute like this,” Amane commented once he entered the room. Both Nene and Tsukasa weren’t sure who he meant.

“Geez… stop teasing, Amane-kun…!” Nene replied, though it lacked bite. “You’ll wake him up…”

“Right, right. It’d be a shame, at the early hour of 9pm…!” he pushed on and Tsukasa felt Nene huff against his shoulder. Their banter was comforting.

“I’m sure he was just exhausted… maybe he had a rough day?” Nene wondered aloud. Her soft hair tickled Tsukasa’s neck when she moved to look at Amane, whose weight was dipping down on the mattress.

Oh, they were going to…

This was new. Nene was hugging his left side, while Amane was settling in on his right. Once the sheets covered all three of them, he draped his arms around Tsukasa as well, head nestled on his shoulder.

Nene was always in the middle when she spent the night. Tsukasa and Amane play-fought over her frequently, but he never wanted to take her away from him at night.

Somehow, they still ended up like this every time she slept over. Just that, if it wasn’t Nene, it was Amane in the middle.

Never him. He wasn’t sure why. It just didn’t happen.

But now the two people he loved most in the whole world warmed his sides, holding him close… maybe he was already dreaming?

“Hmm… I feel liiike…” Amane hummed against him, thinking. “He’s been keeping quiet about things because he wants to be tough. Although we wanna be there for him, too…”

Nene nodded her head in agreement. Although Tsukasa couldn’t see, he still felt the determined spark that shone in her blue eyes on him.

“So that’s why he should stop keeping secrets already… right, Tsukasa? Since you’re awake, that is.”

Oh. Amane called him out… so he had noticed after all.

A wheezing giggle escaped Tsukasa’s lungs and the corners of his mouth curled up. When he blinked his eyes open, he was greeted by the sight of Nene looking back and forth between them, bewildered.

“Tsukasa-kun…! You were awake? Did we wake you up? Sorry…!” Nene apologised, which made Tsukasa laugh harder and wiggle his toes in glee. He stretched his arms wide before squeezing them in a tight hug.

“Oh no, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he just pretended-”

“Amane’s so mean! Meanie, mean!” Tsukasa cried out and cut his brother off. When their eyes met, Amane smiled at him. Victory was written all over his face.

“Eeeh? Why did- I tried to be quiet for you, too! You’re such a liar,” Nene pouted, but it didn’t last for long. Tsukasa’s eyes crinkled, and he leaned in to place a featherlight kiss on the top of her head. When he pulled back, her cheeks had grown scarlet, and she was trying to hide the goopy smile on her face.

“Heheh… Nene’s silly. I just felt like it!” Tsukasa lied again because that was easier. Not that he always did, no. But right now, he didn’t want to explain himself.

Judging by the knowing expression on Amane’s face, he had probably caught on.

He treasured it. The way he could look at his brother and they’d just get each other. Since childhood, they cheerfully called it their twin connection! But sometimes words were still necessary, and they had learned that the hard way.

“How was the movie? Did you have fun? Did you guys ki-”

“It was great, Tsukasa! We had lots of fun, Tsukasa! Thanks for asking, Tsukasa!” Amane cut him off by shoving a hand over his mouth. After some tug of war, Tsukasa finally freed himself and let out a throaty laugh. Nene was clueless despite how obvious he had been, and he loved that about her. Cute, innocent Nene…! Not that they had talked about anything lewd, for once.

“Oh, that reminds me… Tsukasa-kun, do you wanna know what Amane-kun said on our way back? He said-”

“Shhh, Yashiro!” Whatever she was going to say made Amane panic. The tips of his ears grew pink. Tsukasa turned to look at her with big, curious eyes.

“What was it? What did he say?” He had to know!

“He said… ‘it’s not the same if Tsukasa isn’t there!’ …is it that difficult, Amane-kun?” Nene tried to help, yet Amane looked like he was dying inside. Tsukasa thought he made the funniest faces.

“Really!? You mean it? Amane, Amane, you mean it? You missed me?”

“Guhhh…” Amane mumbled complaints against his brother’s shoulder until he managed to calm down. Somehow, being pushy and showing genuine affection were polar opposites to him. Being clingy with Nene was easy but being honest was…!

“Yeah, I did. I know you don’t like to go, but… it’s more fun with the three of us, right?” He finally managed to admit, and Nene’s face lit up.

“Right? I think so too! Going out together with you is the most fun I’ve ever had!”

That was a bold statement in the twins’ eyes, but Nene was smiling at them, bright and honest. Dazzling like the stars. After exchanging a few silent words, they finally offered her a smile in return.

“Mh, me too! Nene-chan’s the best!” Nene giggled while Tsukasa rubbed his head against her. Just like a cat! It never failed to make her melt.

“It’s… it’s the best. When it’s the three of us. So…” Amane took a deep breath. Once he had caught their attention, he continued. “I wanna… I wanna stay together like this. Is that okay?”

“Amane-kun… I-”

“Aaah, Amane!” Tsukasa smothered them with a firm squeeze and a delighted squeal before Nene got the chance to reply. “Always, always! It’s a promise! Please? Pretty please? Amane!”

“Careful, I’m fragile! Tsukasa- Ahaha!”

There were no objections.

Tsukasa suddenly realised that his sour mood was gone. Old worries had been washed away by newfound happiness. Even if he felt lonely sometimes, he was never truly going to be alone. He’d just have to remind himself again and again – and if it was too hard on his own, Amane and Nene were going to keep him company. He’d allow himself to rely on that, just a bit. 

Maybe their future plans looked a little different from what they had imagined a few years ago. But none of them minded. They’d just have to get more room!

[rayneyroses]

✦ Morning Hours ✦

Finally posting something again. Sorry for my absence! Take some Oumasai domestic floof.

Shipping: Oumasai Setting: Non-despair, domestic, established relationship Rating: T  Words: 1747 Posted: 08.12.2020

Description: The morning of their planned trip to Okinawa arrives! Watch them catch the train late because they were lazing about too much. 

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Attempts at establishing a sleeping schedule for the prankster were a fruitless endeavour. Some nights he’d tucker himself out and drop dead in his day clothes, other times he was plagued by insomnia. Despite his love for sunbathing during the day he tended to act like a night owl, the reason why Shuuichi liked to compare him to a cat.

Tonight, he had fallen asleep late and woken early. Warm rays of sunlight tickled Kokichi awake. As was common, he found himself sprawled out on top of his beloved, limbs tangled and a faint line of drool seeping from the corner of his mouth. With a small groan he wiped the spit away and blinked his eyes open, before reality brought him to his senses.

Okinawa. Today, they were going to travel to Okinawa for a small vacation. Shuuichi had playfully stolen one of his habits and insisted on having won the lottery, which was why they could afford this trip – but Kokichi figured one of his clients at the agency had shoved a ridiculously huge paycheck down his throat. Although the detective worked for a living, he usually didn’t accept extra payment. And yet, some people remained persistent.

Good. In Kokichi’s humble opinion, Shuuichi deserved the world.

“ Good mooorning, sleepyhead…~! ”

Kokichi’s singsong voice reached Shuuichi’s ears. He woke up from his face being showered in butterfly kisses. The detective muttered something intelligible under his breath. Instead of opening his eyes, he chose to bask in the welcome affection and kept dozing.

Punishment came when Kokichi kissed his neck and blew raspberries on his skin.

“ H-haaah!? K-Kokichi, don’t-! Ahaha, stop it, stop! ”

„Wakey wakey, eggs and sin! Dont’cha dare oversleep. The alarm rang twenty minutes ago!”

“ It… wait, twenty minutes!? ”, Shuuichi exclaimed and shot up, panicked. Golden eyes sought the clock on their nightstand. Once his brain had processed the numbers, he groaned and turned to hide his head under the pillows. Kokichi laughed and shook Shuuichi’s shoulder, using his whole body for oomph.

“ Oopsie! Did I forget to say that was a lie? Nishishi…shishi… c’mooon, it’s almost time. Do I gotta drag you out of bed, Tantei-san…? ”

“ Five more minutes… ” 

Kokichi uttered a thoughtful hum and seemed to yield at Shuuichi’s plea. Lithe arms embraced the detective from behind and a nose nuzzled against his neck. Gentle kisses followed, ones that trailed down in entrancing lines that made warmth settle in the pit of Shuuichi’s stomach. He could easily soak like this for another hour, maybe more. The boisterous leader’s caring nature gave room for touches so gentle they were almost addicting.

He sighed happily into the pillow and let himself relax. Kokichi drew lines across his chest until he felt ready to drift back to sleep. His fingertips wandered along Shuuichi’s exposed collarbones, over the fabric of his shirt, barely avoiding the sensitive spots there and sliding down, down, down… until they reached the hem of his-

“ Ueee! ”

Electricity shot through his body like lightning and Shuuichi sat up in a flash. His glare went ignored by Kokichi who cackled over the sound of the alarm. The detective swore he was about to pop a vein when he threw the covers back and slid out of bed.  

“ Aww, Shuumai! Are you just gonna ignore me? ”

Shuuichi uttered an embarrassed huff. “ D-don’t surprise me like that! We don’t have time. I’m using the bathroom, Kokichi. ” And as promised, he left the room as if in a rush.

Cute. Even after years of being together, he always managed to coax new reactions out of his beloved which he found so endearing. Kokichi smacked the alarm and got out of bed, making his way towards the kitchen. He felt much more energetic in the morning compared to his oh-so-salty dumpling, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to make tea or coffee to lure the other out of bed. Today, it was going to be the latter. They preferred tea, but with today’s endeavour it was smarter to go for strong caffeine. Especially since Kokichi was positive he wasn’t going to rest once they arrived at the hotel. He wanted to hit the beach immediately. No time to waste, he had to explore!

They got to work. Once Kokichi finished making coffee, he set two mugs on their dining table. Shuuichi joined him in the kitchen and placed a kiss on his forehead, before whipping up breakfast. The pancake batter he prepared yesterday went in the pan, he cut up fruit and made scrambled eggs. No rice and miso soup as usual, today had to be special. Kokichi used the meantime to finish packing since he had been too engrossed in a book last night. As a finishing touch, he threw in a set of playing cards so they wouldn’t get bored on the ride.

Twenty minutes later, they sat down and started eating. Kokichi tied up his hair in a makeshift ponytail and scrolled his phone while munching pancakes, one foot on the chair, one on the ground. Shuuichi sipped his coffee and went over a checklist one last time to ease his nerves and ensure they didn’t forget anything. When a strand of hair slipped into Kokichi’s face, Shuuichi brushed it behind his ear. When the detective forgot to eat, the leader wordlessly fed him fluffy eggs.

Once Shuuichi felt less tired, they started making quiet conversation. Kokichi informed him of the weather in Okinawa and that someplace was going to host movies at the beach at night.

Neither of them ate breakfast often. Shuuichi had gotten into the habit thanks to Kaito, but Kokichi was different. The tiny prankster got tired when he ate in the morning and was now blinking at him all sleepy.

“ Ew, Shuumai smells. Go take a shower, stinky. ”

Shuuichi pouted. “ My coffee... ”

Kokichi reached out to steal the mug and placed it on his side of the table, before cradling the detective’s hands.

“ Uh-huh, ‘cause you totes can’t drink it later. You’ll feel better. ”

He knew Kokichi was right. Out of habit, Shuuichi was about to reach for his mug once more, but his beloved wouldn’t have it. The leader jumped to his feet, pulled him up and pushed him towards the bathroom.

“ I’m going, I’m going! You don’t gotta shove me ”, he sounded exasperated, but Shuuichi couldn’t help chuckle softly when the other didn’t resign. “ Join me…? ”

“ Eeehhh? Shuumai wants to shower together… naked!? Pervert, pervert! I bet you wanna do something dirty! ”

At the doorframe, Shuuichi turned and caught Kokichi’s hands with a blush.

“ You’re the one who shoved his hands in my- ”

“ Right, right ”, Kokichi cut him off, “ That’s what they all say. ‘I didn’t mean to touch your hand with my dick!’ Anyway, I showered last night and I’m gonna get sweaty anyway. ”

Shuuichi squeezed his hands. The way he unconsciously batted his lashes at him with hope shining in his eyes was simply unfair.

“ Please? I want to wash your hair, Kokichi… ”

He hesitated. Kokichi pursed his lips and tried to hide the shade of pink creeping up his face. After a moment of silence, he puffed his cheeks.

“ Fiiine. I’m first! ”

“ Ah, wait-! ”

Nothing lewd happened - aside from Kokichi smacking his beloved’s butt and sticking out his tongue like a brat. Shuuichi made good on his word and they washed each other’s hair, scrubbed their backs, and pecked wet lips. When Kokichi demanded that he clean the gaps between his toes with a little more devotion, he decided to leave the shower. Kokichi laughed and shrugged it off. They got dressed in light clothes, though the leader didn’t pass on his favourite accessory.

“ Ah, Kokichi… your scarf. ”

“ Hm? ”

Diligent as ever, Shuuichi straightened the checkered fabric so it sat right around his neck. Once finished, he examined his work and gave a content nod.

“ Like this… eh? ” When their eyes met, he struggled to interpret his boyfriend’s stare. Kokichi looked up to him with curious awe, although nothing special had happened. “ What’s wrong…? ”

Small hands grabbed onto his shoulders. Kokichi got to the tip of his toes and placed a kiss on his cheek, their bodies close. His answer was akin to a purr.

“ You’re so cute when you’re focused like that… ”

Shuuichi knew he was the only one who ever heard him speak like this. Pure and unabashed in his fondness. A hushed confession, for his ears only.

He felt himself melt a little on the inside, but all that came out of his mouth was a choked wheeze. Kokichi chuckled and got back to his feet.

“ C’mon, c’mon! We gotta go for reals now. If we miss the train, I’m gonna cry. I mean it. Uwaaah, our super cheesy honeymoon, ruined! It’s all your fault, Shuu- mph! ”

Kokichi was shut up by Shuuichi shoving a hand in his face. With a flustered grimace, he decided it was time to put on his shoes. Right… he got to his knees. Once he was half-way through tying a bow, his heart leapt in his throat. He almost choked.

Honeymoon… if this were their honeymoon, then-

“ Eek! Shuumai, hurry! Five minutes, hurry! ”

Torn out of his rose-coloured fantasy, Shuuichi yelped and finished his work. It took five seconds to check for keys, purse, and suitcases, as well as making sure Kokichi hadn’t lied – which for once, to his great disappointment, wasn’t the case. They rushed out the door, the pitter-patter of their feet hasting down the street.

They made it last second. Right when they jumped through the doors into the subway, they closed shut behind them. Kokichi and Shuuichi looked at each other with equal relief. That was all it took for the prankster to break out in laughter.

Perhaps in the past he would have been embarrassed, but now Shuuichi couldn’t help but join. They were caught in momentary glee and weird looks didn’t matter. It was okay with Kokichi around.

With Kokichi around, everything was okay.

“ Nee, Shuu-chan… ”

Time passed until they boarded the train to the airport. Kokichi was sitting across from him and reached out to hold his hand. Once he had caught his attention, he drew invisible words on his palm.

Shuuichi’s eyes lit up. He shaped a silent reply with his lips for the other to read.

‘ I love you, too. ’

Kokichi hid his face in his scarf. Even if he tried to hide it, Shuuichi caught on to the heat that coloured the tip of his ears.

[rayneyroses]

✦ Setting Sail ✦

Happy Birthday to my Teddy Kay! ♥ @frauleinjustice​ I thought you’d like some fluffy feels with the boys. Enjoy!

Shipping: Oumasai Setting: Phantom Thief/Detective AU Words: 1174 Trigger Warnings: none Posted: 07.07.20

Description: They’ve fallen for each other, but now that Shuuichi dared to get his hopes up, Kokichi sent him a letter as a goodbye message. Bewildered and confused why he’d suddenly want to leave and effectively end their rivalry, the detective chases after his favourite thief once again!

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Simple words had brought him here. Rows of letters strung together in an attempt to make sense, yet he had been unable to comprehend the words written. ‘ Why would you go? ’, Shuuichi kept asking himself over and over as he read the thief’s farewell message. Something about his job being done, the boredom driving him elsewhere.

The bitterness hidden between the lines revealed them to be lies.

“ Ouma-kun! ”

Pale fingers were outstretched as he tried to catch up to him. His heart pounded hard against his ribcage and his breath came ragged, strained from his continued running in the cold. He had carelessly pushed people aside and was followed by complaints, but the hand he craved desperately to hold was so close. Just a little more‒

“ What do you think you’re doing? ”

His hand was slapped away. Kokichi had spun on his heels, luggage in one hand and a silent threat in the other. Lavender eyes met gold. The thief’s brows were knit together in frustration and his gaze was piercing, as if Shuuichi’s presence were nothing but an eyesore. He felt petrified, helpless.

“ I ask for one favour and this is what I get? Honestly, you’re nothing but a disgrace. I thought you respected me, but it seems I was wrong ”, Kokichi spat harsh words at him, each syllable dripping with annoyance. Yet, he had stopped walking.

People were staring but Shuuichi didn’t care. The salty winds coming from the sea were biting and he struggled to catch his breath.

“ You can’t go! ”, Shuuichi called out. He wanted to grab his wrist but hesitated, fearing Kokichi might slip through his fingers if he tried, losing purchase. “ We’re not finished! ”

“ I told you I’m leaving because we are. You’re not even doing your job right. Where are the handcuffs, hm? ” Kokichi never rejected him. “ I’m a little busy, as you can see, so can you kindly fuck off? ” He never would with sincerity.

Shuuichi had to believe. If he wanted to convince him, then he had to give it his all. No unnecessary emotions, but solid arguments. He shook his head. Realisation had kindled a flame in his eyes strengthened his resolve.

“ No. That’s wrong ”, words that visibly infuriated Kokichi, but he continued. “ I’m not here for work. We may be enemies, but… today I’m here as your friend. ” The thief snorted and threw his hands in the air as if he wasn’t taking him seriously. It irked him, but he reminded himself not to falter.

“ Friends? You’re making me laugh! Did you think our connection meant something? If that’s the case, poor Mr. Detective must be delusional! ”, Kokichi taunted him with the bravado of a master thief such as himself. “ I acknowledge your competence, which is why I sent you that letter ‒ that’s it. If you’re looking for a tragic reunion, I’m not‒ ”

“ I care! I’m doing it because I care for you, Ouma-kun! When will you get it through that thick skull of yours? ”, his sentenced trailed off into a hiss, far too emotional for his taste. It was hard to force it down. “ Because… even if Ouma Kokichi is an insufferable, arrogant, know-it-all criminal, I’d chase you to the ends of the world…! ”

His heart skipped a beat. He expected to get a reply but wound up with none. Oppressive silence lingered between them. Despite the tension, Shuuichi’s shoulders slumped and the heat rose to his cheeks, painting them a rosy colour. Dammit. He didn’t want to say it like this. Kokichi was looking back at him with wide eyes and no emotion visible whatsoever. Just... waiting. Was he waiting? They stared at each other. Shuuichi couldn’t take it any longer.

“ Ah... are you doubting me? ”, he asked. Instead of anger, sadness stained his tone. “ It’s fine, but… I’m telling the truth. So hear me out. ” He clutched at his heart and felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “ If Ouma-kun leaves, it won’t be the same... when I said I won’t be able to keep my position, this isn’t what I meant. I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay, more than anything! I’m just worried we’ll be forced to... forced to end this. Whatever game it is we’re playing. ”

Before he got a chance to continue, Kokichi finally answered. Shuuichi expected his response to be dismissive yet was surprised with how gentle his voice sounded. Soothing and honest. Vulnerable, almost.

“ Because Saihara-chan isn’t showing results...? Because you’ll be taken off my case, is that it? But... if I go, you won’t have to worry about silly things like that. ”

That’s when he realised. Right now, Kokichi wasn’t scared of being near ‒ he was doing him a favour. Preventing the worst-case scenario before it became a possibility, planning ahead as always. It was typical and yet he had been so blind...

“ Can’t we come up with something together? ”

Shuuichi stepped closer. The tension seeped from Kokichi’s body and his bony hands slacked. The detective dared to grasp one of them carefully. Their touch was warm like a crackling fireplace in the middle of an icy winter. He was welcome here.

“ ...you’re worried, aren’t you, Ouma-kun? But... it’s worth it. To me, it is. I’ll prove it. ” He laced their fingers together in a silent, sickeningly sweet promise. Kokichi swallowed hard but let go of the bag in his other hand. It hit the ground with an uncomfortable thud, which went ignored by the two. “ Can’t you stay a little longer? I’d love that more than anything. ”

“ I… ”, the thief hesitated. With his eyes downcast, Kokichi took a step back. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was irrational. And yet, when he dared to glance at Shuuichi’s eyes, the fondness he saw felt like an arrow that struck his heart. Right where it hurt the most, right where it healed the most. He felt himself melt into the inviting warmth. The taller man noticed his inner struggle and encouraged him.

“ You don’t have to reply right away, Ouma-kun. But, if you could reconsider… it’d mean something. ”

It knocked the air out of Kokichi’s lungs. A cold breeze reminded him of the heat that warmed his cheeks. Finally, he dared to step closer. One step, two steps, until Shuuichi opened his arms wide to offer an embrace. It was an invitation, nothing more than that.

He took it. He cut the distance between them and a dam of emotions broke inside his heart, flooding his body with a deep-seated longing. Kokichi wrapped his arms around him tight and Shuuichi returned it. Both held onto one another as if their life depended on it.

“ Thank you… ”

The words left Kokichi’s lips in a whisper. Shuuichi’s body shook against him with a relieved chuckle as he nuzzled purple strands of hair. The luggage had been forgotten and so was the ship that set sail in the distance. A decision like this was too heavy to make overnight.

Maybe they were meant to fare together instead.

“ Thank you, too… ”

[rayneyroses]

✦ Against All Odds ✦

Happy Birthday, Ouma Kokichi! I had many ideas for today, but decided to go with something silly and mindlessly light-hearted. It’s because Ouma deserves nothing but smiles and good things. ♥

Prompt: Birthday/Celeberation/Gifts? All of them! @oumaevents​

Shipping: A hint of Saioumota, can be viewed as platonic Words: 1825 Trigger Warnings: none Posted: 21.06.2020

Description: Class 79 has graduated and are now celebrating Ouma’s birthday shortly after by hosting a surprise party. There’s games and karaoke, but most of all, Ouma wants to thank whoever came up with the idea. The future looks brighter than ever before!

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“ I place the Knave of Swords face down in defence mode and end my turn. ”

“ Nyeh… Ouma. I’m reading your fortune, you can’t- is that Yugioh…? You’re making fun of me…! ”

Himiko turned the card he had placed on the table, only to reveal a trap card that had nothing to do with this. Before she could complain further, he had already jumped to his feet with a toothy grin on his face. The movement carried so much energy that he almost knocked the makeshift paper crown with plastic rhinestones off his head.

“ Ouma, we’re going for another round! You coming or what? ”

“ Wait for meee! ”

As quickly as his feet could carry him, he made his way across the gym packed with all students of HPA’s 79th’s class. When he arrived in front of the large projector screen, his eyes met Kaito’s. The astronaut shoved a microphone into his hands, and he looked at Kokichi with a grin so bright even the stars might have turned green with envy. Upbeat music filled the hall with a merry melody and the lyrics started running.

“ Hakuna Matata… what a wonderful phrase! Hakuna Matata, ain’t no passing craze! ”

It was post-graduation. Their years at Hope’s Peak had raced by at the speed of light. Against his own expectations, Kokichi had made friends. Some of them where the people he expected to befriend the least, but he had no regrets. Everyone had a habit of cursing him out, getting angry with him for his pranks or doubting him for the colourful lies he spouted.

But looking at the shining party decorations, the large buffet and the hall filled with delighted chatter and people who had grown to care for him, maybe opening up just a bit had paid off. These years had been full of laughter. Today was their final show and he stood amidst it all, their main man, their leading character.

“ C’mon, c’mon! When are ya gonna tell me who did this, huh? You can’t hide it from me, I can see through all of your lies! ”, he dug for an answer with big, curious eyes.

“ Shut up, dipshit! How am I supposed to know? I only came ‘cause it’s annoying as hell to see you cry. Whatever, did ya tried the cake Akamatsu made? Moist as fuck, sweeter than a buncha virgins! ”

Miu avoided his question even after she had given him a present. It was a self-made, remote-controlled helicopter. Flashy colours, too. He loved it.

“ Gontaaa, I’m at a loss… I wanna thank you guys so bad… but I just can’t figure it out! Pleeease tell me? Pwetty pwease? ”

“No can do! Gonta has promised to keep quiet about the secret. Sorry! But let’s have fun instead! I brought a present too!”

Although he winded up with no answer again, the carefully crafted friendship bracelet the gentle giant placed in his hands was so godawfully cheesy, he almost teared up right then and there. Threading something so delicate with these huge hands must’ve been so hard.

He never ever wanted to take it off.

Still, onto the next round.

“ Don’t even ask. Anyway, just… take this. Pretend this never happened or I’ll straighten your spine with a hot iron. ”

Kokichi had frozen solid and accepted the present Maki handed him.

“ Y’know, it’s kinda rude to give death threats on someone’s birthday ”, he mused as he unwrapped the small package. “ …thanks, Harukawa-chan! ”

Admittedly, that nail polish was a rich shade of violet he instantly adored. He didn’t anticipate that she put thoughts into things like these, but he liked it.

Of course, he had a good guess who truly might have set up this party for him. Though there was a certain joy to badgering everyone as he played pranks on them, smothered them with silly jokes and probed for their reactions. But the people he was closest to, he could guess that one of them had set up this whole surprise party deal. While it was an annual tradition for him to celebrate with DICE once midnight struck, he had partied with others outside of his organisation as well.

Nonetheless, this was… special. Unique. The stuff for unforgettable memories.

“ Ouma-kun…! Are you having fun? ”

A gentle voice reached his ears as he stood near the buffet. When he turned to face the person, he did so with a smile – Shuuichi stood before him, in a white dress shirt and colourful streamers dangling from his shoulders. Kokichi had put them there, to decorate the biggest present.

“ Shuumai, I’m so bored! Having to pretend all day’s so exhausting… I wanna take a break! ”, he whined and clung to Shuuichi’s sleeve while rocking back and forth on his feet, impatiently. Right after surprise had crossed the detective’s features, they smiled knowingly at each other. Today, even Kokichi couldn’t keep up the act for long.

“ Oh, I see. Would you like me to cancel things and send everyone h- ”

“ Don’t you dare! This is the most fun I’ve had all my life! ” The detective was rudely interrupted but didn’t seem to mind. Instead, Shuuichi uttered a soft chuckle behind slender fingers. Kokichi felt his heart leap.

“ …you did it, right? Saihara-chan planned all this… right? ”

“Ah…”, the taller boy hadn’t expected to be asked this soon, it seemed. Golden eyes reflexively flitted aside and avoided him before the detective gathered the courage to meet Kokichi’s inquisitive gaze. “ …well, yes. But it wasn’t just me! I got help and- ”

“ Who was it? ”, Kokichi asked with genuine curiosity, “ You’ll tell me, right? ”

Seconds passed in silence while Shuuichi gazed at him, taking in the foreign expression on the leader’s face. His words sounded genuine, laced with a sincere longing for the truth. A sign of trust. Shuuichi’s gaze softened and he leant closer to murmur the answer into his ear.

“ Momota-chan!? ”

“ N-not so loud, geez! ”

Kokichi’s mouth stood agape as he stared at him in disbelief. But there was no sign of a lie on the other’s face. Against Shuuichi’s expectations, Kokichi perked up on the spot once realisation settled in.

“ You mean it? He did!? He didn’t just tag along because you asked him to? ”

“ Yeah. Are you really that surprised or are you just pretending? ”, Shuuichi asked, honestly eager for an answer. The relieved smile on Kokichi’s lips was dazzling and slightly overdrawn. Or had he really not anticipated that turn of events…?

“ Nuh-uh, I mean it! I thought Momo-chan haaates my guts. I’m glad he isn’t trying to kill me on my birthday. Otherwise I’d have to call an ambulance… but not for me! ”

“ I heard my name? Y’know, ‘s rude talkin’ about people behind their back. If ya got something to say to me, spit it out! ”

Both boys turned towards the one who had joined in on their conversation. Kaito’s voice sounded booming, just like his presence, which demanded everyone’s undivided attention. The clash between him and Kokichi was amusing, but perhaps this was exactly why they ended up getting along despite their many differences.

“ Hiyeeeh! I’ve been caught, I’ve been caught! I didn’t do anything wrong ever in my entire life! ” Not unlike a cornered animal, Kokichi squirmed under Kaito’s gaze. The astronaut placed a broad hand on his head and started ruffling his hair furiously, which only caused the prankster to utter another high-pitched whine. “ Mercyyy! ”

“ Go easy on him, Momota-kun. I’d prefer not to wipe any tears, for once ”, Shuuichi mused with a small smile on his lips. It prompted a laugh out of the other before he finally let go of their gremlin.

“ Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you havin’ fun? Everyone worked hard to make this party great, so you better appreciate it! ”

Kokichi smiled at their enthusiasm. Yeah, that was right. Maybe they had instigated it, but the surprise was the fruit of everyone’s hard labour. A few years ago, he would have never considered this possible. People caring enough, people minding enough, people wanting to go out of their way for him. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle it at all.

But, looking at the bright smiles on Shuuichi’s and Kaito’s faces, he felt confident enough to let loose, just a little bit.

“ Mmh. I’m having fun. I mean it! Besides, you’ll have to deal with me from now on ”, Kokichi spread his arms wide and puffed out his chest at his declaration, “ As the Ultimate Supreme Leader, my journey has only just begun. So I need you two to work even harder. Nishishi… I’ll never stop pestering you and that’s a promise! ”

For whatever reason, he received no answer. Both boys stared at him in a mix of awe and disbelief. Sure, he wanted all their attention to be on him, but this was just awkward…! Had he said something wrong?

“ Geez, earth to Momota-chan, earth to Saihara-chan! At least say something to my bold declaration. I just proposed a peace treaty, dammit! ”

“ R-right. Sorry… I’m just really happy. That means we’ll stay friends, right? ” Shuuichi had snapped out of his trance and nodded. Affection kindled a gentle spark in his golden eyes. “ …no. I’ll make sure of it. I care for you, Ouma-kun. There’s… a lot I don’t know about you yet, but I won’t give up on seeing the real you. ”

Kaito picked up on his words with a confident grin on his face.

“ My sidekick’s right! You’re a huge pain in the ass sometimes, Ouma. But, uh… I guess you’re our pain in the ass. Right? ”

Kokichi blinked, before wheezing giggles escaped his lungs. With one arm wrapped around his stomach and one rubbing away the welling tears, he uttered a hearty laughter. One he could neither hold back nor wanted to.

“ P…pfft haha! I can’t believe you. Have you guys always been this cheesy? Geez! ”

“ Oooi oi oi! I was trying to be nice, dammit! Appreciate it, you gremlin! ”

Shuuichi joined in on Kokichi’s laughter, prompting Kaito to look back and forth between them, scandalised. Right when he was about to complain further, the situation caught up to him and he gave up on playing the part. No use pretending right now. All three of them were happy to be here today.

“ …Shuumai. Momo-chan. ”

Something about Kokichi’s smile changed. It mellowed, giving way to the crinkling and fond glow of lavender eyes that spoke of sincerity. It was surprisingly gentle for someone usually so boisterous.

Perhaps that was what made it so rewarding. As if someone had caught a little ray of sunshine in a bottle and gifted it to them, for the kindness of it.

“ Thank you. ”

Their time at Hope’s Peak Academy had come to an end. When he reached out to embrace them and was squeezed tight into a hug, he knew for certain that this was only the beginning of a bigger journey.

Ouma Kokichi could lie about a lot.

But he couldn’t lie about the warmth of his hands.

[rayneyroses]

✦ Let’s fix this ✦

I’m a day late, but happy saiouma/oumasai day! This is fluffy with a hint of hurt & comfort and was super fun to write. They share kisses and sweet promises. I want them to be happy together ♥

Shipping: Oumasai Words: 1569 Trigger Warnings: brief suicide mention Posted: 11.03.20

“Let’s fix this.”

Lavender eyes gazed upon the band aid wrapped around his finger. Years in the past, a cut had graced his left index. Now, the patch was secured around one of his pale fingers like a ring. Sitting on the broad windowsill with his back against the wall, Kokichi watched as golden rays of sunlight made his nail polish glimmer. It was a dark purple shade, reminiscent of amethysts, one that Shuuichi had complimented him on. As they had grown older, both decided to express themselves more freely. It was a gift they had bestowed upon themselves, one that came in a vast palette of colours.

Back then, everything had been drenched in stoic grey, contrasting the sickening colours of blood and neon. Their bodies had been sleeping, kept alive by strange machines and losing muscle with the passage of time. When Kokichi had consciously breathed again for the first time, his legs had failed him, the tears dribbled down his cheeks and searing pain threatened to conquer his heart. A broken reality and a broken will had clashed down on him, ones that left him crushed below the burden of his guilt. Those words, full of determination and kindness, resounded in his ears to this very day.

“Let’s fix this. Let’s fix this, Ouma-kun. I know it’s late, but… I accept your request. Let’s work together.”

A nostalgic smile adorned his lips as he played with the sleeve of his sweater. Years ago, he had been ashamed of showing weakness, of revealing the marks he carried on his body. But now that he had grown, he carried them like battle scars, proud and unrelenting. What slumbered below the peaceful facade of their home, the green branches of herbs and flowers and the welcoming warmth of fuzzy blankets was the fiery determination to live, like plants taking root and forcing their tender heads through the cracking asphalt.

“Here you go.”

To his own surprise, he hadn’t heard the detective approach. His gaze locked onto the steaming mug of tea Shuuichi offered him and he accepted it gracefully. With his own mug in hand, the taller man sat down alongside him on the windowsill. Fading sunlight cast shadows upon the room. Shuichi’s sun-kissed skin stole his breath, before he managed to tear his eyes from the sight of his beloved. The liquid comfort in his hands warmed his palms. Kokichi inhaled deeply as the tea filled his lungs with the fragrance of vanilla and roses.

“Is this your new favourite or are you doing me a favour, Shuu-chan?”

Shuuichi curiously tilted his head, before he gave a soft chuckle. A strand of raven hair fell into his forehead and Kokichi reached out to brush it behind his ear. It felt smooth.

“Hmm, maybe both… you look peaceful drinking it, Kokichi. I love seeing you smile.”

“Help, my boyfriend is trying to seduce me! Oh, wait, I forgot”, Kokichi snickered and shifted on the spot before setting down his mug. They were sitting directly in front of the tall glass panes, an amazing view they had indulged in many times since moving here. He draped the snow-white blanket over both of them, before knocking their shoulders together in a playful gesture. “Shuumai always has to make doubly sure he can’t make me any more gay.”

A tender shade of red dusted Shuuichi’s cheeks as he huffed, albeit in embarrassment. Nonetheless, a smile snuck on his lips right after. The detective returned the gesture and rested his head atop Kokichi’s.

“I-It’s only fair. You do it all the time”, he retorted, though it lacked oomph, “I can’t let you do all the work on your own… right?”

Kokichi gingerly shook his head against him and closed his eyes shut.

“You gotta take a break sometimes. Shuumai always works waaay too hard…”

“Mmh”, Shuuichi gave an affirmative hum, for he had read between the lines. Today was their day off, a time reserved to bask in each other’s presence and let go of the stress of their daily lives. Kokichi pondered how different things had turned out to be. Never had he expected that someday he would embrace the quieter sides of life – but he was glad to have given them a chance, for they were the happiest he had ever experienced. Alongside Shuuichi, there was nothing that could bore him. His presence cast a gentle glow on all things ordinary, shedding a new light upon them, just like the detective he was.

Silence lingered in the room as they held each other warm and shared tea. Kokichi’s breathing slowed as he let his gaze wander. Small pots with plants and flowers lined the space next to the windows, arranged so they’d allow a small seating area on top of the windowsill. They had hung up fairy lights and placed cushions to sit on. Despite living in such a busy city, the view was marvellous. The sun gleamed against the skyscrapers and tall mountains in the distance, casting its evening glow across the land. An eternity seemed to pass as gold slowly melted into rich shades of purple, giving room to the starry night sky. A hand full of clouds hung above, yet the stars still managed to peak through alongside a crescent moon.

“Kokichi…”

He blinked when Shuichi’s voice tore him out of his thoughts. It was rare for him to get distracted despite saying nothing. He gave a questioning hum.

“I’ve… been thinking…”, Shuichi started, with gentle sincerity in his voice, “I’d like to spend our lives together.”

Ah. He didn’t expect that. Kokichi shuffled to look at him. When he cupped Shuichi’s chin, the detective met his gaze head on as if trying to showcase his honesty. The gears started spinning inside Kokichi’s mind, putting together the pieces.

“…are you surprised?”

There was something unnerving at how easily Shuichi could read him by now, despite him not having said a word. Kokichi’s eyes flitted back and forth between his lips, his eyes, his palm resting against Shuichi’s cheek. It was as if he were trying to find fitting words in the other’s expression, but it turned out to be a struggle nonetheless.

“No”, he lied, only to correct himself, “…yes. I didn’t think Shuumai wants it.”

Shuichi’s gaze softened in an instant and he reached out to cup the hand resting on his cheek. After nuzzling it, he pressed a featherlight kiss to his palm. It caused Kokichi’s breath to hitch.

“I do. At this point, I can’t imagine a life without you. You… don’t have to answer right away. I just wanted you to know.”

Shuichi’s confession did a number of things to him. He swallowed thickly as his stomach twisted, before heat rose to the tip of his ears. Commitment was scary. Being tied down, being vulnerable, being known. But as he kept gazing into those longing, golden eyes, he grew breathless. Yes, a voice inside his mind urged him, I want you, I’ve always wanted you.

Kokichi willed himself to tell the truth, just this once.

“I’ve never trusted anyone with my life, ever. Since… since…”, his words trailed off and so did his mind, but Shuichi was quick to press another kiss to his palm. “…but I wanna. If it’s you, then…”

Something inside of him crumbled. Perhaps his desperation had shown in his eyes, since Shuichi drew him into a heartwarming kiss that sent pleasant shivers down the curve of his spine. Kokichi melted against those velvety lips. Once he had wrapped his arms around Shuichi’s neck, he pulled him closer for a row of kisses that made both of them sigh in content.

“I’ll treasure it. I promise.”

He had never been so ready to blindly trust someone’s words.

Kokichi brushed a strand of hair out of Shuichi’s face, before he nestled their foreheads together. But the detective wasn’t done, for he added something else in a quiet, meek voice.

“Back then, I… I wanted to die.”

It hurt. Hearing that, it was like needles piercing through his skin. But he knew.

“But Shuuichi doesn’t feel that way anymore, does he?”

A tear escaped his golden eyes, one Kokichi managed to catch just in time. He held him close as he caught the salty droplets rolling down his cheeks and kissed his forehead as if to heal his pain. Relief washed through him when Shuichi shook his head, despite the fact he knew. Things had changed for the better, but it never failed to ease his nerves.

“No, I don’t… it’s because now, I look forward to tomorrow. Because everyone’s here, because Kokichi is… I love you so much, Kokichi.”

“I’ll make every day worthwhile. That’s a promise.”

Despite being teary-eyed, the smile Shuuichi offered him was dazzling. There was nothing better than summoning a smile on those lips when he needed it most. He mirrored it and they shared another kiss in silent understanding.

“I love you too, Shuumai… I wanna try… ”, Kokichi added before hugging him tight, their hearts beating close to one another.

“You make me so happy, Kokichi. So happy…”, Shuuichi accentuated this with a tiny kiss to his nose and smiled, “I’ll do my best, too.”

The young leader couldn’t help but break out into a toothy grin when he took his hand.

“Mh! Together it is. I always wanna be with my beloved, after all!”

[rayneyroses]

✦  Let’s Go Home  ✦

Title: 🌹 Let’s go home 🌹  Shipping: Oumasai Length: 557 Words Setting: They’re married, post HPA! Posted: January 31st 2020  Note: Thought of this at night and thought I’d share some cuteness ♥ I love to write them like this. They’ve spent years together, so Ouma’s more open with his affection.

Description: Shuichi arrives at the airport after a long trip to solve a case. Despite his expectations, he is greeted by his favourite prankster.

Despite fatigue nagging at his bones after such a long flight, he had finally gotten off the plane and grabbed his suitcase. There weren’t many complications so far, at least not as many as were to be expected on any other trip, so he called himself lucky.

After having to travel abroad to solve a particularly convoluted case, he was finally on his way home. Only the way from the airport to their cosy apartment was left.

Shuichi nonetheless felt heaviness weigh on his shoulders. Kokichi was just as busy and wasn’t at home. So, if he were to arrive and unlock the door, all traces of him would be everywhere without his actual presence. After being apart only two weeks, his heart was aching, he missed the one he had promised his life to. Kokichi, who always summoned a smile to his lips no matter how dark the day and filled his heart with love no matter how much doubt nagged at his brain.

As he pulled out of the baggage claim, he made his way towards the exit. But soon, intermingling with the busy chit-chattering, a distant announcement on speaker and the rolling of his suitcase, the sound of steps rang through the hall. Steps growing louder and louder, running towards him.

“Shuumai!”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. He spun on his heels and turned.

“Ueee!”

A firm force hit his chest and knocked him off his feet. Shuichi lost hold of his suitcase, his balance and the ground below him. As his back harshly collided with the floor, it squeezed the air out of his lungs and made dull pain chase up his spine, into his skull.

“Ita-ta-ta… eh?”

When he found himself back in the moment, there was pressure atop his body. A wild mop of purple hair popped up and he locked eyes with his lover, ones amethyst and sparkling so bright he could never mistake them. Kokichi’s grin was wide enough to show off his whole set of teeth.

“K… Kokichi!?”

“Surprise, surprise! I’m here to pick up my beloved. You better be grateful, nishishi…!”

Laughter shook Kokichi’s body that laid on top of him. The prankster’s warmth spread through every fibre of his being and Shuichi sank his head on the ground. The surprise enveloped him in a blanket of dazzling happiness, one so warm he couldn’t help but laugh. When he wrapped his arms tightly around the other in a hug, Kokichi rested their foreheads together and welcomed him with a fond smile.

“Ah, Kokichi… you didn’t have to…”

Kokichi’s expression softened and he placed a feather light kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Yeah, I know. But I do whatever I want, remember…?”

Love came in many forms. As Shuichi ran his hand through Kokichi’s hair, he pulled him closer until their lips united in a tender kiss, one speaking of soft and strong devotion. He got the message loud and clear.

“I missed you, Kokichi…”

Kokichi melted a little inside and pressed his lips firmly against his.

“I missed you, too…”, he replied in a gentle voice, so only he could hear. A strand of hair slipped in front of his forehead and Shuichi brushed it aside with care. He smiled.

“…I love you, Kokichi.”

Kokichi chuckled and whispered:

“I love you, too…. let’s go home, my beloved.”