#This debate is always extra funny to me because I look at kokichi and go ‘ah a trans woman’

[danganronpa-ship-tourney]

I get that Miu has a humiliation kink and enjoyed it but that's still no excuse for Kokichi (as a man no less) to say misogynistic slurs with it being in public to rub salt in the would.

I mean she does moan when he uses them, like a lot, like constantly, like i get it if it’s just a personal preference but I really hate how it’s used to demonize Kokichi, this ask also kinda give me weird vibes, I dunno what about this ask, something about the phrasing (as a man no less) isn’t hitting my ear right

[kyukun]

Bro, you’ve got flour on your cheek (OumaSai)

hihi thanks anon for the request! hopefully you like it <33

prompt list

prompt: “You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

title: Bro, you’ve got flour on your cheek

summary:  It's Kaede's birthday. Shuichi calls Kokichi to help him bake a cake. Shuichi ends up regretting his decision the minute he stepped foot in his kitchen. 

word count: 1548

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The day started off as per usual, nothing too out of the ordinary. Though, one thing was different about today. It was a certain blonde pianists birthday. Shuichi and Kaede were always close, they trusted each other and told each other nearly everything. She was a great friend, and an equally great person. Shuichi had stayed up till midnight even to wish her a happy birthday. Of course, she thanked him and wished him well. But none of this seemed to suffice. He felt like he needed to do a bit more for her to truly show his appreciation and love. So he sat there, scrolling the internet endlessly looking for cake recipes. His fingers covered his lips as the other scrolled down the pages. 

 He needed the perfect cake. He had found some recipes that he liked but none of them fit his criteria. He needed something simple yet elegant, something to match her personality. After about a few silent minutes of going down pages and pages of internet baking goodness, he had finally found one. It was a nice two-layered chocolate cake—which was Kaede's favorite flavor. The recipe didn't seem too extravagant or unreasonably hard, same with the ingredients; either he had them or they weren't too hard to find.  He smiled victoriously before a frown could sneak its way onto his lips.

 He had forgotten he didn't know how to bake. 

 He knew someone who did however. He whipped out his phone, opening his texts. He bit his lip, debating if he really needed help. Hell, he needed it. He could barely cook himself breakfast without burning everything—he needed the help. Without another second thought, he texted Kokichi. Yes, Kokichi Ouma. Despite his whole character and attitude, he could bake and cook some delicious food. The boy was a natural. It confused everyone how someone like Kokichi could manage to make a delicious meal and then some, but he did. He'd probably know more about this recipe than Shuichi did, ultimately helping him land the role of the bestest friend ever. 

 He sent Kokichi the recipe along with a text asking if he would be able to help him with the cake. To his surprise, he responded rather fast with a simple "Okay, I'll help." Leave it to Kokichi to respond to messages lightening quick. 

 Shuichi smiled down at his phone while he responded to Kokichi, thanking him for his compliance. He let out a heavy sigh after he shut off his phone, giving a stretch as he switched off his computer. All he had to do now was to wait for him to show up.

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 "Hey, hey Saihara-chan! You ready to get baking?" The small boy greeted, clapping his hands together cheerfully. Shuichi nodded, closing the door behind him as he strolled himself inside. "Yeah. Again, thanks for helping me. I'm really grateful." 

 "Of course! I'm always happy to help Saihara-chan whenever he needs me!" That last comment made Shuichi a bit flustered. Was lying about things so trivial necessary? He guessed it was just his way of helping and pushed the comment a side nevertheless. He lead Ouma to the kitchen, a few groceries still unpacked on the counter tops. "Alrighty then, let's get to work." He rolled up his sleeves, making his way to the sink to wash his hands. "Shumai, mind pulling up the recipe for me?" He asked over his shoulder to Shuichi who had been unbagging the rest of the groceries. "Huh? Oh—Y-yeah, sure." He ran into his room to grab his laptop while Kokichi finished up washing his hands. The purple eyed teen dried his hands quickly while Shuichi rushed in the kitchen, the laptop nearly slipping in his hands. Kokichi couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

 "Here's the recipe. I got all of the ingredients beforehand so hopefully this will be enough—" He felt himself grow sweaty, he wasn't sure why he felt so anxious. Maybe it was because it was his first time baking for someone? Or maybe it was the fact that Kokichi was cutely giggling at him from across the room? No, it was probably the first one. "Saihara-chan, don't worry. It'll be okay. I won't screw up Akamatsu-chan's cake so don't get all nervous on me. I promise you I'll help make her the best cake!" He stuck out his pinky finger as Shuichi laid down his laptop. Shuichi shut himself up, immediately feeling somewhat relieved by the hand extended towards him.

 He was right. He needed to calm down. Shuichi extended his own finger and intertwined it with Kokichi's significantly smaller one. Shuichi smiled softly, "Sorry, sorry. Where do we start?"

 Kokichi released his finger, turning his gaze towards the lit up screen beside him. He mumbled to himself the ingredients, occasionally glancing up to see if the items they needed were present. He slowly counted each item down. Shuichi never knew he could look so focused. For once, his usual playful demeanor was dropped, and replacing it was a more serious and quiet one. It was admirable really. "Okay, I need you to preheat the oven to 350 degrees and to get your cake pans. I'll start measuring out the ingredients while you do that."

 Shuichi obediently nodded his head, "Right. Measuring tools are in the drawer to the left." Kokichi beamed, shooting him back a nod as well. The two did their parts, taking very tiny breaks in between to drink water or grab a snack if they needed one. After about an hour of organized cake baking, they managed to finish. "Annnnd done! We did it!" Kokichi laughed as he closed the oven. He jumped up and down in victory while Shuichi set a timer on his phone. "The timers set so we can clean up and then relax for a bit until it's done."

 "Sounds good." 

 Kokichi took out his phone, clicking a few buttons which eventually led to him playing some music. Shuichi didn't mind, they had a pretty similar music taste so it was fine. Shuichi grabbed a few discarded bags, wrapping them in a ball-like shape. He found himself singing to the lyrics of the song quietly as he did so. He turned over to his side to see Kokichi doing the same, except he had a full on concert. He had been air singing, dancing and everything. He had never seen something so funny in his life. He leaned against the kitchen's archway, crossing his arms as the petite boy danced and sang his heart out.

 Something inside him warmed as he looked at his smiling lips. He felt his heart beat faster, the warmth around his cheeks increasing the more he stared. "Having fun there, Ouma-kun?" He finally spoke, his voice catching the male off-guard. Kokichi stopped in his tracks, a trial of red crossed his cheeks. He froze, staring into Shuichi's eyes with embarrassment. "S-shit, uhm, I wasn't dancing. You didn't see that."

 "That was a bad lie, even for you."

 Kokichi buried his face inside his checkered scarf, unable to face a smirking Saihara. He remained quiet, the music still blasting from his phone. "It's okay, Ouma-kun. You don't need to be embarrassed."

 "Sh-shut up, will ya? I wasn't dancing…"

 Shuichi grinned as he stared down at the liar's blushing face. He noticed a tiny piece of flour stuck on his cheek. Without saying a word, he walked over the the flustered boy, and lifted his chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Using the same fingers, they travelled across his face towards his cheek. They were both silent, their faces inches apart. Kokichi nearly felt his heart stop working as his fingers made their way to his lips. Shuichi never realized how soft his lips were. He stared into his eyes, his purple irises greeting his grey ones. They soon flickered down towards his lips. They quivered under his touch. He played with them lightly, rubbing his bottom lip under his thumb. Kokichi's gaze stayed stuck on him, feeling unable to breathe or even move. 

 Shuichi had such a strong urge to wrap his hands around Kokichi and to pull him closer. He wasn't sure what he felt or why but the urge took over his body, controlling his every movement. He found his free arm snake its way around Kokichi's tiny waist. He could now sense his own cheeks growing redder by the minute. His heart felt like it was going to explode at any minute. As Kokichi remained in his arms, unmoved, Shuichi finally broke their silence. "Uhm, you've got flour on your cheek."

 He slowly released Kokichi, his finger and arm now left bare without Kokichi's warmth. Kokichi remained quiet until he touched an extra piece of flour that was left on his scarf. He placed it near his lips before looking at a now flustered Shuichi. "I have more on me."

 Realizing what he had meant, Shuichi walked over and did the same thing again. The pair did this for the remainder of the time they had left, getting closer and closer each time. When night time rolled around, Kaede was left confused when she found Kokichi and Shuichi blushing ear to ear, not looking one another in the eye. What a weird birthday.