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@dearleader​ sent ❣ for a random kiss from Kaito for Kokichi! || accepting!

9. a bleeding / bloody kiss.

The past 72 hours or so had been too fucking much. Between losing Gonta, his rift with Shuichi, getting so so damn close to getting out. And now, he was in the hangar still, coughing his lungs up while Kokichi, who was allegedly the mastermind held him fucking hostage.

But... something was off. Had been off. 

The more Kaito thought things over... it didn’t line up. Sure, he was a leader of sorts, heart of the team, excellent at pep talks, but what did Kokichi really gain from kidnapping him? Why would the mastermind bother with this? And, considering Kaito didn’t have much else to do, he found himself sitting and pondering between coughing fits. 

He’d spent so much time trying to bridge the gap between him and Kokichi, and subsequently the bridge between Kokichi and the others. It had really felt like he’d gotten somewhere, even if all evidence at the moment pointed to the contrary. Well, he’d just have to do things the hard way, he supposed. Putting together a plan wasn’t terribly difficult, he just needed to get Kokichi to talk to him. Luckily he’d had a few visitors, and between finally being able to make peace with Shuichi and have Himiko bring him what he needed, he was ready.

Unfortunately, like usual, his captor was five steps ahead of him, and Maki just a couple steps behind that. 

Shit. 

Everything spiraled out of his control quickly, but somehow, that seemed to be exactly what the other boy wanted. He could hardly keep up, between the poison coursing through his system, between making Maki believe she killed him, the electrobomb. 

Before long, they were on their final steps of the plan, Kokichi’s breathing ragged as he stopped the press for them to trade. He was fading fast, and Kaito’s heart clenched in his chest, thoughts racing. Kokichi’s blood was about to be, undeniably, on his hands. While he was fully confident that the plan would work for fooling Monokuma.... Shuichi not so much. His sidekick was much too smart for that, and he could only hope for his and Maki’s forgiveness.

At least, Kaito thought, he was dying anyway. 

As they did the trade off, Kaito paused Kokichi, just for a moment, firm hand on his shoulder. There... weren’t many good words here. “Kimchi...” A soft laugh rumbled through his chest before his lips twisted, unsure, exactly, of what he wanted. They were both bloody messes, and Kokichi looked... frail like this. Gently, he draped his coat over the boy’s slim shoulders, letting it hang there.

It sent a cold shiver down his spine to see the life draining slowly, the room huge and eerily quiet between them. Kaito found himself leaning down, pressing a lingering kiss to Kokichi’s forehead, the tangy iron taste of blood hitting his tongue - though he couldn’t tell you which of theirs it was. 

“Okay... showtime.” He helped Kokichi over to the press, positioning him carefully, draping the jacket sleeve over the side. His lips found their way to Kokichi’s skin again, pressing to the weakening pulse point in his wrist, flipping the hand over to brush a kiss over his knuckles. 

There wasn’t time, not to talk, nothing more. They were on a timer. 

With one, tearful, final grin, Kaito gave the boy a thumbs up. “See you in the stars, Kimchi.” It was a weak ending, admittedly, but if he didn’t hurry, Maki would be in danger. With a shudder, he made his way back up to the control panel, setting the camera to roll again as he restarted the press.