#((kokichi seeing the scarf like 'guess i'm going to be wearing this every day for the rest of my life'))

[takinghisbow]

@ahogedetective​ asked: ❝ "I had such a fun time at the Christmas Party, Kokichi! Thank you again for inviting me to spend it together with your family." The two had just arrived back home from the party. The initial nerves he had about making a good first impression at first, completely wiped away once he realized that he didn't have to try so hard: that they were all laid-back and already knew he had to be a good person, to be their leader's boyfriend. That made him relax considerably, and was able to have a blast with everyone with the many things they surely did. And if they all liked the cookies he made and brought for everyone, then he was delighted.

"They were all such lovely people, as I knew they would be. And the food that you made was so good! I loved it. Thank you again for that... and for such a fun night in general." He hums, leaning in to give his boyfriend a soft kiss. Once they changed out of their clothes into their sleepwear, there was just one thing left: giving Kokichi his gifts. "Alright, Koki: I have some gifts for you...! They're right here." From the closet, Shuichi pulls out two wrapped gifts. One was a bit smaller than the other one, both wrapped in checkerboard pattern wrapping paper.

Holding them out to Kokichi, he tells him: "Here you go...! I hope you'll love them." The smaller present would reveal to be a bag charm plushie shaped like a cat. Specifically, an orange-and-white colored Japanese Shorthair Bobtail cat. "Ehehe, I tried to find one that looked really similar to Beignet! So I really happy to find this: i-if you'd like, you can put it on your bag! And then, ah... for your next gift....I-I actually made it, myself...."

He softly mutters, twiddling his fingers with a shy smile on his face. The second gift would reveal a handmade scarf. It was similar to the one Kokichi normally wears, except its colors were purple and black. The cloth was made of a soft texture, and was long enough to utilize like a scarf to keep warm, or worn as a bandana. "I made you a scarf... ! How does it feel? I wanted to make it feel very soft and warm... and to implement our colors in it, hence why I chose purple and black, e-ehe... ah, and one more thing: turn it around. I... added a special little addition at the bottom..." His smile brightens, clasping his hands together. If Kokichi looks at the bottom part, he will see that Shuichi made the DICE symbol, too. "T-To make it even more personal for you..! Hopefully I made the symbol look nice... but yeah, I hope these are wonderful surprises for you, Kokichi! You made tonight for me one of the most fun Christmas nights I've ever had, and so I want to make your night extra great, too."

"That, and... my beloved supreme leader deserves nothing but the best. And to always be happy. I love you, Kokichi. And Merry Christmas... thank you again for such a wonderful night. I'll cherish the great time we had with everyone and each other today, forever..." Giving him a smile and gaze dripping with warmth and love, Shuichi leans in to give him a slow, loving kiss, arms wrapped around him in a gentle hold as he nuzzles their foreheads together. ( hehe, this got a liiittle long, hope you don't mind that!! Merry Christmas~!! 🎄✨ )

The Christmas party had gone even better than expected. Although some had been a little skeptical when Kokichi had mentioned inviting his detective boyfriend, they had quickly changed their mind once he was there. Shuichi had made a good impression on them, and Kokichi couldn’t have been happier. He still had a bounce in his step the whole way home.

Shedding his coat once inside, he grinned at Shuichi. “Good, because I did too!” Hearing Shuichi refer to them as his family was strange, but it wasn’t inaccurate. Still, despite that, they wouldn’t see him around by the end of the next week. While everyone else spent the New Year’s celebrations with family, he would spend it avoiding the holiday aggressively.

Once he was in a pair of tacky Christmas pajamas, sat cross-legged on the bed, he knew where the night was going. His own gift to Shuichi was hidden in his pajama pocket. “Everyone ate super good between what I cooked, your cookies, and Yukiji’s kushiage! All of DICE is gonna want those cookies again, so you better be prepared to make them again next time.” He giggled behind his hand—he wasn’t lying at all.

“Gifts!” Kokichi exclaimed with all the excitement of someone who totally hadn’t known what was coming. He eagerly pulled the smaller box closer, pausing to grace Shuichi with a much softer smile. He didn’t know what was inside, but he knew that Shuichi understood him. A thought confirmed when he tore into the first gift and found the little bag charm. The tiny charm, so similar to Beignet, instantly made his heart thud against his chest. Shuichi could have got him something cute but generic (and Kokichi would have still loved it), but he had gone out of his way to get something special. “You’re so lame, Shumai,” Kokichi said as if he wasn’t clutching the charm to his chest, a bright smile on his face. “But this is the perfect offering to me and Beignet!” What a roundabout way of saying, ‘thank you.’

He set the charm carefully on the nightstand, then grabbed the second box. “You made it?” Shuichi had made something for him? Ignoring the already faint heat rising in his cheeks, Kokichi tore past the wrapping paper, opened the gift and—

For a moment he was dead silent, then he slowly reached inside and pulled out the scarf. The material was soft beneath his fingertips, and the colors—”our colors.” He followed Shuichi’s instructions, finding the small DICE symbol. He fiddled with the scarf for a moment more before burying his face in it. By the time he peeked up over it, he was feigning anger despite damp eyes and a flushed face, “This is so mean! How are my gifts supposed to hold up against one this good? I’m gonna wear this all the time now!”

Despite his words, a moment later he had set the scarf aside and was walking on his knees toward Shuichi. He threw his arms around him, burying his face in the crook of Shuichi’s neck. No one had ever given him something quite like this. It meant more than he knew how to express, so he just clung to Shuichi for a good minute. “I love you too,” he said quietly when he leaned back. He accepted Shuichi’s kiss eagerly, pressing all of his devotion and gratitude into it.

Once the kiss broke, he gazed into Shuichi’s eyes for one long moment, before saying, “I know I gave you gifts earlier,” —a new notebook and a shirt Shuichi had mentioned wanting— “but I lied about that being all.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small box. “I’m not proposing. Unless you want me to, in which case: I’m totally proposing.” Despite his joking, his tone and shaky hands made clear his nervousness. He handed the small box over. Inside was a ring, black with intricate details carved into it. When the light caught it just right, it appeared purple. On the inner part of the ring were the carefully carved words, “To my beloved.”

He took a deep breath, then spoke, “It’s probably dumb, but I-I—” He bit his tongue; only Shuichi could make him stammer like this. “I’m yours. Forever. And that’s proof.” He took a deep breath, then groaned, “That actually sounds a lot like a proposal. I guess it’s, like, a. . .  couples ring? Except there’s only one. Please shut me up.”