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himiko-yumehellno · 5 years

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Saiouma Week Day Six: Appreciation Day

Title: Three Days to Set Up a Confession is As Easy As Cookies and Roses

Summary: Shuichi employs Rantaro's help to confess to Kokichi. Rantaro's got this.

Word Count: 2260

Note: I don't really talk about other writers or artists I like (I mostly just rb their stuff on Tumblr and leave comments when I can), buuut... I chose one of my favorite saiouma artists, @natsumiheart , for this day of Saiouma Week! The piece that inspired this fic can be found here. I'll admit that this fic only briefly mentions the comic that inspired it, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Rantaro wasn't new to being a wingman. He'd done it for plenty of his sisters before, and he was a frequent choice for people to go to for romance advice, even if he himself was aro. Still, he can't say that he had ever been in a wingman situation quite like this before.

Because not only was Shuichi requesting help from him in confessing to someone, but he was asking for help in confessing to Kokichi Ouma. AKA, the person literally everyone knew had a crush on Shuichi.

Except, it seems, Shuichi himself.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that? I want to make sure I heard right." Rantaro would have pinched his nose in exasperation if he wasn't so polite. Instead, he merely crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Shuichi, who was glancing to the side and not making eye contact. "You want my help in confessing to Kokichi?" The guy who calls you his beloved? The guy who flirts with you every other day? The guy who I hear endless talking from about how you're so amazing it should be a crime?

Shuichi shifted his weight, a frown on his face. "Er, yes, of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too, I just thought I should ask since you helped Kaede out with her and Kirumi, and, well..."

As Shuichi trailed off, Rantaro took a deep breath, letting it out and starting to plan how he could do this. Since he already knew both of them loved each other... "Alright, give me like, three days."

"What?!" Shuichi snapped his head up to look at him, jaw dropped. For once, he didn't seem to care that he was being loud, and his eyes were wide and he visibly struggled to find the words to express his surprise. "But – three?! How – I know you're friends with him, but –"

Shuichi's rambling stopped as Rantaro calmly put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him with his trademark easygoing grin. Shuichi blinked at him, and Rantaro squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, don't worry about it, I'm serious. I'm gonna go find Kokichi and talk to him, so don't wait up on me, okay?"

Shuichi nodded slowly, seemingly coming out of his shock as he stepped back from Rantaro. "You... Are you sure you can help me in only three days?"

Rantaro wasn't surprised at Shuichi's surprise, since it had taken weeks for Kaede and Kirumi to get together, even with Rantaro's help. But on the other hand, what Shuichi didn't know was that his crush liked him back, and Rantaro was going to use that to his full advantage. "Yeah, I got it. I'm not a suspicious guy, remember?"

Shuichi couldn't hide his snicker at the inside joke that had come from one time the class played Clue, and Rantaro waved as he walked away, already pulling out his phone to call Kokichi and request a hang out.

Now, let's see if he can put this plan into action...

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Day one of Rantaro's plan: a hangout where Kokichi and Shuichi baked cookies together.

Rantaro hadn't needed to say anything more than "cookies" to get Kokichi to agree, and after a quick text to Shuichi to meet them in the school kitchen, the three of them found themselves mixing batter that Rantaro bought from the store yesterday after hanging out with Kokichi.

So far, Rantaro's favorite part of this whole thing had got to be when Shuichi walked into breakfast with Kaito and Maki, and Kokichi muttered to him, "Do we even need the sun anymore?" only to find, with quickly covered up elation, that Shuichi stayed after breakfast to bake with them.

Rantaro had snorted at seeing Kokichi hide his real emotions behind a cocky attitude. Kokichi had socked him in the arm.

That said, a close second favorite would have been when Kokichi called him over to "check if the batter looked right." Of course, he only called Rantaro over to talk without Shuichi hearing.

"Alright, avocado dork," Kokichi had hissed at him; his batter was perfectly fine, and Kokichi had wasted no time getting to the point. "I know you and your weird matchmaking thing. Are you trying to set me up with Shuichi?"

Rantaro only shrugged. "Maybe," he replied nonchalantly, and Kokichi punched him again, both because there was no way to tell whether or not that was a lie, and because it could be true. Thankfully, Kokichi wasn't very strong, and Rantaro didn't see any bruises when they finished up, and he went home with two happy friends, and a bagful of cookies.

Shuichi texted him and thanked him for the help getting closer to Kokichi today. Kokichi called and said he was going to steal all his cookies at midnight for trying to set him and Shuichi up today. Rantaro just laughed, made a tick mark on his calendar, and started preparing for the next day's matchmaking event.

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Day two of Rantaro's plan: trying to convince Kokichi to confess.

"C'mon, I'm sure nothing bad will come of telling him."

"'Nothing bad' my ass! He'll hate me even more than he normally does, obviously!"

Rantaro rubbed his forehead, giving Kokichi a deadpan look as Kokichi huffed and turned away, staring at the books laid out on the table in front of him. The few others in the school library didn't pay them much attention; their whispered debate was going nowhere, and Rantaro was starting to wonder if he should have brought Kokichi somewhere else to talk about this.

"Kokichi, Shuichi isn't really the 'hating' type. You know this. I know this. He's so far from the type of person to hate someone we have a literal fan club for him. You started it, shouldn't you know this?"

Kokichi muttered something under his breath that Rantaro couldn't hear. "Sorry, what was that?"

Kokichi picked his head up from where he had been scowling at a page about the physical geography of Mongolia. "I said, that he wouldn't believe me anyway! I'm too much of a liar; remember when I tried to warn Kaede about Miu pulling a prank on her and the dummie walked right into it anyway?"

"You're not much of a liar with me," Rantaro offered, but privately he had to admit Kokichi had a point. That hadn't been one of Kaede's better days, but oddly enough she became a little better at spotting Kokichi's lies after that incident. "And Shuichi knows you well enough to believe you when you're being serious."

"Hah!" Kokichi scoffed, just a tad too loudly, and quickly got shushed by a library assistant. Kokichi stuck his tongue out at them when their back was turned, then turned back to Rantaro with one of his more serious expressions, slumping in his chair. "I only lie less with you cause you buy me Panta – but that's a lie! ... And why should I trust that he won't start hating me after he knows a liar like me thinks of him like that? He hates liars like me; just accept it..."

Rantaro took in a slow breath as he watched Kokichi deflate. He hadn't wanted to play this card, but if Kokichi left him no choice...

"Give it a go, tomorrow afternoon, and if you do it I'll be DICE's getaway driver for the next month." Rantaro closed his eyes, but he already knew Kokichi was probably gaping at him. After months of pestering for Rantaro to join DICE or take part in their pranks, he was offering to be their driver, just like that? Rantaro held up a hand before Kokichi could say anything. "If it goes badly, you can just say your confession was a lie, right? Just make sure I'm there to see it happen."

Rantaro opened one eye, and was pleased to see Kokichi with a blank expression. That probably meant he was thinking it over; Rantaro knew he couldn't resist an offer like that, and smiled as he rested his head on one hand.

Kokichi took his time thinking. Rantaro waited patiently.

"Alright, fine!" Kokichi agreed finally, again being shushed as he had grown too loud again. Kokichi didn't stick his tongue out this time, instead grinning as he stuck a hand out at Rantaro. "You better buy me a box full of Panta too!"

"Of course." Rantaro took the offered hand, and as Kokichi shook it with a pretend air of dignity, Rantaro chuckled. Now, to see if he could get Shuichi to confess as a bonus...

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Day three of Rantaro's plan: picking out flowers with Shuichi.

It hadn't taken much pushing from Rantaro for Shuichi to agree to buy Kokichi flowers. Sure, he had been embarrassed about the idea at first, but they weren't arguing about confessing for a half hour (unlike with Kokichi), so Rantaro counted his wins. Plus, Kokichi was going to be stopping by Shuichi's place to confess in... Half an hour? Twenty minutes? Fifty? Kokichi was finicky like that, but Rantaro didn't mind. He just had to make sure they were done and back to the dorms by three pm.

Easy as... Oh, hey, cool, they dyed roses blue!

"Hey Shuichi, take a look at this," Rantaro called. Shuichi, a little down the aisle looking at some bellflowers, glanced up at him before heading over, eyes analytical.

"Blue... Roses?" Shuichi smiled, shaking his head as Rantaro chuckled. "Well, they do look nice. Do you think Kokichi would like them?"

"Honestly? Yes, completely." Rantaro smirked as he imagined Kokichi's face, being given blue roses by Shuichi. He didn't blush often, but Rantaro knew Kokichi's face would be bright red if Shuichi gave him something he found cool. "I think he'd find them interesting, don't you think?"

Shuichi narrowed his eyes at the flowers and tilted his head in thought; Rantaro shrugged and left him to it, checking his phone to text Kokichi and ask where he was currently.

Twenty minutes and a purchase later, Rantaro was giving Shuichi a last-minute pep talk as they headed towards the dorms of Hope's Peak. Shuichi brought up a couple of his concerns with Rantaro, but Rantaro shot them down as swiftly as they were spoken. Shuichi was nervous about what to say? "Just keep it short and simple. Offer the roses, say you like him, and wait for his answer." Shuichi was worried Kokichi would be lying if he said he liked him back? "Knowing him, he'll probably immediately declare his love was a lie, so you don't have to worry about being tricked, just accept that this is his way of turning you down. It's not the best way, but on the other hand, it's not the worst."

The pep talk was kept short, because as soon as they reached the second floor of the dorms, Rantaro paused, gave Shuichi a thumbs up, and pointed to where Kokichi was waiting with a tapping foot and an unusually sharp outfit outside Shuichi's room.

Shuichi gave a light gasp; he glanced to Rantaro once more for reassurance, and slowly, hesitantly, he made his way towards Kokichi. As Kokichi checked the watch Rantaro wasn't even aware he had, Shuichi quietly brought out the roses in front of him, seeming to shake off his nerves as he took a deep breath.

Rantaro held in a chuckle as he leaned on the wall next to the stairwell door.

C'mon... C'mon, notice hi – yes! Haha, eye contact made!

Kokichi had glanced up, and Rantaro had to try hard to hold in his giggles as he saw how red Kokichi got within a few seconds. Of course, a blink later and the blush was gone, and Kokichi was casually talking with Shuichi with his hands behind his head.

Rantaro couldn't hear them well, but that was a normal experience for him when it came to match making. He simply leaned forward a tad and strained to make out what they were saying.

"... -cy... ting you here!"

".... Wanted ... Wait, this is my room, why – nevermind."

"So? Does Shuichi ... something... say to me?"

Rantaro crossed his fingers. Do it, do it, do it, do it!

"Yeah, actually. I... you these."

Shuichi offered Kokichi the flowers, and Rantaro silently cheered as he watched Kokichi blush again, taking the flowers with what was probably a snarky comment, though Rantaro couldn't hear it from here. Shuichi went red as well, though not on the same level as Kokichi, and Rantaro inwardly happy danced.

Ooh, but it seems the show wasn't over yet. There were still the mutual feelings to confess!

"Ooh, why... Shuichi... ?

"Er... You see..."

Shuichi glanced back at Rantaro discreetly. Rantaro made sure to give him the very specific thumbs up and grin found in that HTTYD3 meme. Shuichi gave him a light nod, smiling, and turned back to Kokichi, taking a deep breath.

"I really like you, Kokichi. Romantically."

Rantaro beamed, pumped the air with his fist; he had to restrain himself from outwardly celebrating too much, but c'mon, who wouldn't be excited?! Especially when it involved a best friend? Rantaro sighed in relief as he thought about how he'd no longer have to listen to Kokichi's pining rants, and as he realized that he should probably leave and start planning how to tease Kokichi at their next hang out, he nearly missed Kokichi pull Shuichi down into their first kiss.

Rantaro chuckled and left, humming a song that played while he was at the flower shop.

Now, if only he could get Kaito and Korekiyo to stop being oblivious that easily...

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darkisucksanditwrites · 6 years

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I got you.

For Aomine’s birthday. Not very happy so I’m not wishing him Happy Birthday 😁

It was way past eleven when Momoi arrived at the bar.

It was a good thing she was just in the neighborhood with a few college friends when she got Aomine’s distress call.

Well, distress was a bit of exaggeration.

She couldn’t understand what he was saying at first, he was slurring so badly and she immediately recognized it as him being intoxicated.

He rambled about something or other and for a moment she thought he called the wrong person but then he sobbed.

“She dumped me.” He hiccupped. “Satsu. Right before my birthday.”

And then he disconnected.

Satsuki excused herself, saying she had a thing to take care of and said goodbye to her friends. She managed to call him again and demand to tell her where he was. Thankfully, it wasn’t far and she found the place without a problem.

“Dai-chan.” She gently shook his arm when she found him at the counter. She thought he was crying, but it turned out he was actually sleeping.

“Ha?” He grumbled when he saw her. “Whatre you doin’ here?” He slurred.

Satsuki sighed.

“Because I can’t leave you alone.” She wrinkled her nose. “How much did you have?”

“Not much.” The bartender appeared suddenly. “Just a couple of shots and a beer. He got smashed right away. I was honestly surprised since he’s such a big guy.”

“Well, he has a very low tolerance.” He patted Aomine on the head. “Do I need to pay anything?”

The bartender shrugged. “It’s all been covered by that other girl.”

“Right.” Satsuki nodded. The other girl was probably Aki or Saki or whatever her name was. Satsuki tried not to pay that much attention to whom Aomine was dating, since they got pretty uncomfortable with the fact that he had a very close female friend. So she made sure not to get in their way.

It was hurtful a bit, since they were inseparable almost since birth, and as much as he infuriated her he was her best friend and she wanted him to be happy.

Satsuki fished her mobile and called a taxi.

Aomine frowned, but thankfully didn’t fell asleep again. He was glaring at the counter, oddly quiet.

“What happened?” She asked gently and patted him on the back.

He shrugged.

“She said she knew I wasn’t that into her and it wasn’t working.”

“Well, weren’t you?”

Aomine looked at her and blinked.

“Of course, I was. Why would I date a girl I wasn’t into?”

Satsuki shrugged.

“So maybe she wasn’t into you that much.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged and frowned. His eyes were red rimmed, but she doubted he actually cried. Aomine was a crybaby when they were kids, but with time he learned to hide his tears and turned to anger when was sad or upset.

Satsuki didn’t know what to say much. Aomine didn’t date that many girls, but all of those relationships ended almost always the same way.

They all claimed he wasn’t into them. And true, at first Aomine was mostly into the physical aspects of dating, but he took a few lessons (some of the from Satsuki herself) and learned a thing or two.

She talked to a few of his girlfriends (at least at the beginning when they were still okay with Aomine having a female friend around him) and they were all happy with how he was treating them.

So it was a bit puzzling why they were all dumping him. He wasn’t a bad guy by any chance. He was maybe a bit sloppy and not the brightest and a bit one track minded (basketball, burgers and breasts? Not the most refined taste) and the girl had to take the lead in most things (and the girls he dated were okay with it), but it wasn’t like he was un-datable?

And did that one just had to choose the day before Aomine’s birthday to break up with him?

Satsuki startled when her phone rang.

“Come on. Taxi is here.”

Aomine grunted and let Satsuki lead him outside. He wasn’t that drunk, but he was definitely tipsy and upset.

They got into the back seat and Momoi gave the driver Aomine’s address.

The streets were full of cars because this was Tokyo and Tokyo never sleeps. Besides it still wasn’t that late for the city.

Satsuki looked outside, her thoughts revolving around the Aki-Saki and she wondered if she should contact her. Probably not. It wasn’t her business after all. And Aomine was a big boy.

But still it was Aomine.

She felt something lightly touch her hand suddenly and she looked away from the window.

Aomine was looking at her, his eyes still a bit unfocused and his cheeks pink from the alcohol and embarrassment.

Satsuki smiled because she knew what he was asking. It was the same when they were kids and Aomine was scared of something.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed.

“We’ll be home soon.”

Satsuki opened the door to Aomine’s apartment with her own key. She briefly thought that things like these were why his relationships always ended the way they did, but it was hard to change old habits.

“Go on.” She pushed him gently inside and closed the door.

His small studio apartment was surprisingly neat and cleaned out. It smelled of detergent and soap meaning Aomine planned on bringing a girl here tonight.

And in a way he did, just not the one he planned.

She watched him when he swayed and took of his shoes and jacket.

“Ya want a drink?” He slurred while he stumbled into the kitchen.

“No Dai-chan. And you should go to sleep.” She grabbed his arm and led him into his tiny bedroom.

Aomine grunted when she pushed him on the bed and he sat down.

“I’m not sleepy.”

“I know.” Satsuki said gently and sat beside him. “But it would be better. Everything will work out. Promise.”

Aomine snorted.

“Yeah, right.”

“There, there.” She patted his knee. Aomine didn’t get the bait and was still deep into his sour sulking.

Momoi thought of what to say in moments like these. She didn’t want to trash the girl; not sure she had it in her and Aomine would probably not want it anyway. It would just make him defend her and he’d feel worse.

Him opening up to her and talking about his feelings was also out of the question.

But also talking about unrelated things felt kind of out of place.

Her gaze fell onto the bedside table clock.

“Oh!” She said suddenly and Daiki blinked sleepily at her.

“What?”

“It’s already past midnight.”

“So?”

Satsuki bit her lip. Should she?

She opened her bag and rummaged though it for a moment, before she took out a small box.

Aomine blinked not understanding.

“I wanted to give you this tomo- I mean later today, but maybe now it’s better.” She pushed the box into his hands.

“Happy Birthday.”

Aomine frowned and she was afraid those wrinkles would be permanent this time.

“I know it’s bad timing with everything going on, but…I thought it could cheer you up.”

Aomine looked at her for a moment before he sighed and unwrapped the box from its colorful paper.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw it was velvet, like the ones you put jewelry in.

“Open it.” She encouraged him and he did.

“What’s that?” He asked blinking.

Satsuki gently took the necklace out of the box.

“Maybe it’s a little silly but.” She paused and broke the silver circle in half and gave one to Aomine.

Daiki looked at the half she put into his hand and then at her when she finished putting the one on her own neck.

“I got you.” She said with a small grin and showed him the engraving of his name in kanji.

Aomine just stared at her, blinking slowly.

And it was honestly freaking her out. She expected him to get embarrassed and say she was sappy and say that friendship necklaces were lame and for kids (and he’d still wear it anyway).

Instead he sighed.

“Shit like this is why you’re boyfriend is always avoiding you.”

Satsuki pouted.

“He is not my boyfriend.”

“Yet.” Aomine said and Satsuki felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. He was referring to an older student which she went to a study group with and who was definitely interested in Satsuki. And honestly he was her type: calm, polite, intellectual.

But somehow he just wasn’t that interested in him aside from that study group.

Even if he was really, really good-looking.

Aomine sighed and put his half on. He rubbed the kanji of her name briefly and she suddenly felt embarrassed herself. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all. Basketball shoes would be a safer option.

“I picked them up today.” She said and hid her half under her blouse.

“Thanks Satsu.”

She nodded.

“I have something for you too.” He said with an audible slur. For a moment she forgot he was actually drunk.

“Hm? Can this wait?”

“No.” Aomine said and leaned forward until their foreheads bumped.

And before she could react he kissed her.

It was so strange. She could feel the alcohol in his breath but not as strongly as on his clothes, which led her to think most of it ended up there and not inside him.

But then again that would mean Aomine was mostly sober.

Or maybe he was lamenting Aki or Maki or whatever her name was so much he needed to find comfort somewhere else.

Or maybe it was a mix of all three, but she didn’t have time to react to that awkward, sloppy kiss because it was over suddenly and Aomine yawned and flopped down onto his bed.

And he was out cold.

Satsuki sat there for a moment, analyzing what just happened.

But no matter how many scenarios she went through and how many variables she considered she just couldn’t come to any explanation.

Any explanation which would be plausible at least.

She looked at the necklace tucked against Aomine’s cheek which would no doubt produce an imprint of her name on his cheek in the morning.

She touched the chain of her own half and sighed.

Well, this has gotten considerably more complicated now.

#kurobasu #aomomo #f: knb #p: aomomo #ficlet #1k+#angst

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