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austajunk · 2 years

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i have a few!

- irouma hate sex

- oumaede rough sex in kaede’s lab

- oumota hanger sex

Ouruma hate sex it is!!! <3

I’ve been dying to write Miu and Kokichi messing with each other, so teasing and bitchy smut beneath the cut!

“Heyyyy, don’t be lazy, Miss Cow Tits! I thought a fat-breasted sex genius like yourself was totally gonna show a virgin like me how to fuck!”

Miu barely had time to collect herself as the Ultimate Supreme leader flung a rubber dildo at her. It plopped against her naked thighs and rolled in between her legs on the bed.

The blonde bombshell was no stranger to fun toys of any kind, but she had never seen that monster before, dropping a lewd and nervous face that made Kokichi double over with laughter. Could anyone actually take that size all the way inside of them?! Her turquoise eyes locked on its fleshy, textured mushroom tip and ran along the veins to its base. It was a girth that would put a musclebound idiot like Gonta to shame!

Okay… this was it. Miu tried to ignore the heat rising to her face as well as the urge to fall over and play dead so Kokichi could just shove the thing inside of her and be done with it. Wait… was she a virgin? Maybe… that was something she was very much trying to block out right now as she faltered onto the red, heart-shaped bed. The cameras that hovered in her bedroom felt closer than ever.

“Sh-Shut up, okay?! I’m getting to it, you limp-dick little shit!” Miu barked back, her cheeks on fire.

Miu’s fingers wrapped around the rubber cock and traced it up her pussy, her lips shuddering as she soaked it in her juices. Nothing felt stranger than having an actual breathing audience in the form of Kokichi someone actually grinning and drinking her in as a sexual being. But oh God, she didn’t know if she was ready for this. Wasn’t her first time supposed to be with someone special or some shit?

Kokichi rolled over on the bed, staring at her in delight with his shining violet eyes. He lowered his head in his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

“Waitttt, are you actually a virgin, Miu?!”

“NO-! N..No… I‘m not—!”

The shorter companion snorted at his naked captive, almost completely in disbelief. “Holy shit. You really are…” He couldn’t believe this. Miu had her pink folds spread out to him beneath her skirt, ready to push a massive purple dildo inside of her and she had never even been touched before!

“It’s not like that, you fucking twerp! I j-just haven’t maybe gone all the way…” Miu’s voice got smaller with every excuse.

“Got it!” Kokichi responded joyfully. “A virgin, it is!” His loud, obnoxious voice made sure to be overheard for the cameras. “Nihihihihi…well, don’t keep that hungry pussy waiting! Whether you’re a slut at heart or by schooling, we’ll just have to see…”

“Ngh…” For some reason, Miu started to feel queasy on the inside. The fleshy mushroom tip soaked thoroughly into her cunt juices before she aimed the toy for her core.

Swallowing everything she wanted to let out at the moment, Miu raised herself above the toy. The slightest hint of wetness poked from her eyes. Then she slammed her hips down. The rubber toy shot inside of her like a bullet, forcing her to thrust her chest up into the air in a massive bounce.

“FUCK—! Fuck—!!!” Miu cried out. She panted roughly, squealing every so often to get through the immense pressure tearing through her. “SHIT FUCKING HELL MOTHERF-!”

Kokichi blinked and then his eyes went wide with wonder. He couldn’t actually believe it. Considering the way she spit lewd remarks out of her mouth left and right, he really was joking about the virgin thing! But she just actually—

Watching the toy go inside her made him stiffen uncomfortably in his pants. “Fuck…” He groaned to himself, rubbing the front of his trousers with a sadistic smile.

With the rubber cock skewering her warm depths, she knew she would never truly go back to how she was before this. And yet, her body was starting to adjust to the girth of the toy, plunging it and out of her body with a renewed gusto. It felt good, but she needed something more to truly reach that sweet peak of pleasure that she longed for. If she could only enter a world of bliss, she wouldn’t think about the multiple cameras watching her humiliating display…

“Jesus, do I have to do everything for you?” Kokichi chortled above her. He really tried to sound disappointed but watching the blonde fuck herself was just too good.

But sadly, every time she neared a pleasured release, Kokichi’s taunts brought her away from that orgasm. “Fuck…” Miu whimpered in futility until she felt his weight next to her on the bed. Kokichi yanked the toy away and commanded her to lie back and keep her hands above her head. “Ah…” Her heart immediately started racing, fear and bewilderment splashing over her pretty blonde features as soon as she saw that evil grin on his face. Whatever Kokichi had in mind, it was going to be so far away from anything close to mercy.

“You aren’t going to actually get off but skewering yourself like that, you dumb bitch,” said Kokichi, eyeing the line of juices that smothered the rubber cock. “Here..” With a bit more delicacy, he began to tease up her folds and rest the vibrating head across her Clit.

Her pink slit glistened with her juices that had already seeped away the last of her used cherry. Her clit was already a swollen, eager nub above her folds and Miu immediately squealed in delight like a pig as soon as the tip of the rubber cock was teased up her pussy.

“Ngh… that’s it… that feels good…” Her mouth watered.

But such an illusion of bliss was shattered when the vibrating tool was shoved so roughly inside of her. She bucked and cried out, tossing her head into one of the pillows while she struggled not to move her arms. She wanted to wrap her legs around the cock, to drive it in deeper. Luckily, Kokichi read her mind and pounded her pussy with the toy until curved up to her sweetest spot. “I’m gonna… fuck me… please!” She moaned for the cameras. He even allowed the vibration to connect with her clit, sending her into a fit of new moans. A line of drool was already trickling down her lips…just as she noticed Kokichi was getting above her…

“Open up.” It was all Kokichi had to say and Miu understood instantly.

Mindlessly, her tongue left her lips to give his six inches a long and slow lick. Even though she was a virgin, this wasn’t her first time tasting a cock. But Kokichi was bigger than the one nerd she happened to blow outside a science convention. The cold air and Kokichi’s ministrations had left Miu’s nipples as hard as little red cherries. As much as she wanted Kokichi to play with her more, she was considerably eager to suck his cock and surprise him with her skills there. And then his face as soon as her tongue lightly licked the tip. But the wild slap to her ass sent her sputtering and off course, leaving a red print to backside as she was forced to take him inside her mouth—

“UNGH-! Ack…”

How Kokichi Ouma was so endowed, she would never know. She gave a hungry groan and obliged him. Her mouth opened and the cock pushed to the back of her throat. "...!!!" Little strings of saliva hung down Miu’s cheeks as she bobbed her head and down his shafts, her tongue brushing the veiny bumps along the ridge. She lashed at the spot under his cock, one she knew was full of nerves. “Mhmm… hrk…” The lewd noises of his cock squishing into her mouth combined with the toy made her pussy tighten over the dildo as an orgasm flooded her body. She couldn't take it anymore. “I-I’m…c-cumming-!” She cried out before his cock plugged her mouth once more. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her face was caught in a hazy look of stupidity and arousal. Her hot nectar spilled down the toy and over the tips of Kokichi’s digits as he teased her mercilessly.

“Awww gross, Miu…you sprayed everywhere…” That annoying voice lured her straight out of her pleasured state. The little fucker… “Should I tell everyone that you secretly like me, cockwhore?”

She wanted to answer back in spite, to rip his dick right off with her teeth. But Kokichi had enough foresight to plunge towards her throat to keep her busy.

It was true that Miu had been lost in the throes of her orgasm. With all the dirty material she consumed, she knew she was surely a masochistic bitch at heart. Even then, there was still the hesitation at actually going for such sordid means of pleasure. But with a vibrator digging against her cervix while its little rabbit ears nuzzled her clit, Miu was content to completely let herself slip away into pure heaven. Her mind wanted to wander as she rode out her squirting climax and think on if any of the other students were watching and if they were jealous that Kokichi was tormenting her ruthlessly instead of them.

But her thoughts couldn’t travel far. Instead, she felt the quick pulse inside the muscles of her throat, the threat of Kokichi about to blow his load inside of her.

Kokichi grunted and slipped his fingers roughly into her blonde locks. He shoved her head forward over his dick, making sure her nose was shoved up against his pubes until he climaxed.

“Fuck… that’s it… drink it all, you dirty…” His lips twisted into a hot grin of satisfication. Fuck. He hadn’t actually expected to like messing with such a masochistic inventor… but his entire body was quivering from the right throat fuck!

His cum spurted into her mouth and across her tongue to drink. “Nghhh…”

Finally, the last rope of spunk was plastered across her cheek as they both fell back on the bed now split apart.

“Shit yeah…” Miu gurgled, burying her head in her arms.

And yet, Kokichi couldn’t resist. “Awwww… that was a good try… but I’m sure I’ve had better, Miu!”

Miu kept her head buried, but stuck up the middle finger from her right hand.

“Go blow Pooichi then, you cock-starved taint.”

#danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 killing harmony #miu iruma #kokichi ouma #ouruma #iruoma #heheheh #my fics #thanks for the request!

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thelemoncoffee · 2 years

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hey so we remember this post? The crossover one with the Kokichi is Riddle and Floyd's shipkid thing? the one with the "is Kokichi an eel technecally in this concept?"

yeah? well happy Mermay

Yeah i decided to draw it. there are a few things i ended up working out about this version of Kokichi genetics wise while working on this.

-Unlike Floyd, Kokichi's natrual form is infact human(cause Riddle is Human) he however can transform into a merfolk form when he so desires.

-Kokichi's tail and the fins on his arms are much smaller than normal eel-merfolk's.

-He's got yellow-purple heterochromia, but i switched the colors around from how we normally draw them on his beta because Floyd'd yellow eye is on his right not left.

-with the scars his body only transfers over scar between forms that are on areas that stay mostly unchanged between forms. this is why Kokichi's chest and arms have more scars than his tail- they're dealing with damage from both the land and sea.

-he has sharp fangs, but not full blown sharp teeth.

-can't decide if purple hair tips are genetic, or if he just dyed both his hair and tail tip.

-the red hair bit is there to show a little Riddle, mimic the weird hair bit Foyd has, and fill my Kokichi likes red quota for the week.

Also! have a shittily drawn bonus comic below the cut!

i was gonna put effort in but i gave up halfway though drafting the first pannel and used the draft as the final pannel art

get damp Shuichi

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #au #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #floyd leech #floyd x riddle #bonus #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #kaede akamatsu #kai doodles #mermay

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salami2 · 3 years

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hi!!! i hope requests are open because i’m not very good at navigating tumblr so if they are could i request some kokichi x fem reader smut where accidentally walks in on him masterbaiting during the killing game for stress relief and he’s a bit embarrassed but she comforts him, gives him a handjob and then the cuddle after? ideally they’d already be in a relationship but had never done anything sexual before/are both virgins and the reader just takes good care of him (emotionally) because he deserves to feel happy (｡• ̫ •｡) ♡ thank uuu!!!!! ૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა

A/N: Heyoooo! This request was tons of fun! So I hope you enjoy it :DD

Warning: Smut, Handjob, mentions of death, executions, cum play, praise, sub!Kokichi, softdom!reader, angst, etc.

- 18+! -

— Sub!Kokichi x softdom!fem!reader —

His hands pumped along his smooth cock. Shiny pre- cum forming a tip at the top.

Sweat formed on his forehead and a vast blush crossed over his entire face. Though, he wasn’t happy in any type of way. He was trying to relieve some pent up stress, actually.

When the killing game went on halfway, Kokichi felt like he couldn’t go on anymore. It was all too much. The death of his classmates- no, friends. Being trapped in a school. Not knowing who was gonna go next…

Honestly, what he was most stressed about was his girlfriend, you.

What would happen to his girlfriend later down the line…

Kokichi thought he was being quiet. He closed his dorm door so no one could hear or come in.

He doubted anybody would come in to see him.

The sound of light footsteps could be heard outside of his dorm, seemingly coming towards him. His eyes widened to hear a feminine voice calling out to him.

“Kokichi!” You exclaimed, pushing open the door gently. “Are you here? Honey, I’ve been trying to find you everywhere and-“

You paused, staring blankly at the scene in front of you. It was Kokichi. Sitting on the bed. Cock in hand.

A vast cherry blush spread across your face. Kokichi didn’t know what to do, just sitting there while you cover your eyes and try to make your way outside.

“OH GOD- I- I AM SO SO SORRY!!” You cried in embarrassment, hands flailing about.

When Kokichi abruptly left an hour ago, you were worried as to what might happen to him. However, the other students didn’t seem to care about his well-being.

So you tried to see where he was; hoping you wouldn’t find his body lying on the cold floor…

But instead, you saw something completely different.

“It’s ok, S/O. It’s not your fault…” Kokichi expressed, trying to cover himself up while you stood at the door.

“B-b-but it’s my fault. I’ll let you.. d-do your own thing,” you said, “Actually, I was trying to find you because I was worried you were in trouble..”

You acknowledged, staying at the door. Looking away.

Kokichi was surprised to hear her say that. Nobody had ever been, so this was a first for him. His purple eyes widened to your statement.

“But you seem busy a-at the moment, I’ll just leave-“

“NO WAIT, DONT!”

You turned around to see Kokichi extend an arm towards you, slowly retracting it. He seemed shocked; surprised. Sighing, he put his head down.

“Please… don’t go…” he whispered. “Everyone’s been going, S/O… not you, too.”

Watching your boyfriend breaking down in front of you broke your heart. You understood, sadly, how everyone was dying. Or killing. Or being executed…

It was hard on the both of you.

You walked over to him, head down. “I won’t go, I promise, baby.” You said, smiling. Deciding to look into his eyes, you noticed how he looked ready eyed.

“How about I… help you?”

Kneeling down, your hands slowly made its way to his slim cock. He jolted back at the sudden contact your cold hands made to him.

It was like magic how your hands worked. Your hands engulfed his entire cock, pumping at a steady pace to make him moan and grunt. Every time you touched or fiddled with his tip, he would twitch, and moan even louder.

Kokichi got wet very quickly- and judging by the look on his face he looked like he was going to explode anytime soon.

“Kichi’, are you going to cum?” You softly asked, still going on with the pumping. This time rapidly increasing the pace. Now making him flushed light pink, moaning even louder.

“You’re so sweet for taking me this entire time, Kichi… you can cum if you want to-“

Sprays of milky white goodness came onto your face, making you slightly surprised. Kokichi practically fell back into his cushioned bed, huffing and puffing.

“Oh, what a good boy. You need some rest, hun?” You praised. He shook his head, tiredly. Pieces of hair sticking to his face from all the sweat.

“All right, I’ll let you rest…” walking over to him, you planted a light kiss on his face. Wiping down your own.

“And hey,” you said, “if you ever need to talk about how you're feeling, you can come to me. I promise- I won’t leave…”

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa smut #kokichi smut #kokichi x reader #one shot

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toko-writing-imagines · 3 years

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Mikan, Toko, Kokichi sibling headcanon pt.2

I made more headcanons for the the siblings so now you guys gotta deal with them

This is basically a continuation of this post so if you wanna see those headcanons too feel free to click the link

Also if you have any dr family or characters you want me to make headcanons of, or have any for this one, let me know because I like hearing y'alls thoughts ^^ ♡

• Toko and Kokichi have this running joke where they gift Mikan a cake and gifts on Mother's Day (this is purely based off my older sis telling me and my younger sisters that she expects a Mother's day gift since she practically raised us)

• Mikan always make sure her younger siblings eat something, since they are both very very skinny and she just worries for their health a lot

• Also they all have a fast metabolism, so even if they eat something it's very unlikely any would gain weight (also they all have some sort of eating problem but we don't dive into that)

• While still on the topic of food, neither of the siblings are great cooks. Mikan prefers making small pastries, Toko is decent, and Kokichi just burns everything (sometimes purposefully sometimes accidental)

• Sometimes Mikan likes to just randomly hug her siblings from behind. The length of the hug varies so sometimes she gives like a quick hug and other times it's more drawn-out

• Toko copies a lot of Mikan's facial expressions and body language. So when distressed, they have their hands on their head, when just standing idly they usually have their fists together, when alarmed they have both arms up slightly covering themselves, etc. (sprite siblings go brrrr)

• They all obviously have natural purple colored hair, its in their genes but some really question if it's actually natural or just dyed

• Sometimes Kokichi likes to just burst into Toko's classroom and make a big dramatic scene just to annoy and embarrassed her infront of her classmates

• At some point Kokichi's classmates have absolutely went up to both Toko and Mikan and asked how they were able to put up with Kokichi and if they can give any sort of tips - neither gave an absolutely answer, either beating around the bush or just giving some deadpan straightforward answer like "You don't"

• There have been points in time where Toko and/or Kokichi will hang out with Mikan and end up overstaying, and just pass out because terrible sleep schedule go brrr and Mikan be so strong that she carries her sibling(s) back to their rooms like a good big sister

• Mikan so strong and super tall she's the whole package and I refuse to believe otherwise

꒦ ͝ ꒷ ͝ ꒦ ͝ ꒷꒦ ͝ ꒷ ͝ ꒦ ͝ ꒷꒦ ͝ ꒷ ͝ ꒦ ͝ ꒷꒦ ͝ ꒷

↳ ੈ‧₊˚ Will I continue to make more of these, maybe

I love this sibling headcanon and I will literally not stop thinking about it

also I still don't know if I like it more where they all grew up together or they were siblings, got split up, and only reunited when they all got accepted into Hopes Peak

Take care everyone ♡

~ Mod Toko 💜

#mikan tsumiki #toko fukawa #kokichi ouma #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa hcs #danganronpa sdr2 #danganronpa thh #danganronpa v3 #sibling headcanons #sdr2 mikan #thh toko #drv3 kokichi #v3 imagines #sdr2 imagines #thh imagines

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eriace · 3 years

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M s. L i e D e t e c t o r / / Kokichi Ouma

Reader: Female Genre: Fluff Character: Kokichi Ouma // Danganronpa v3 Killing Harmony Requested: No

“ My name is (l/n) (y/n) the ultimate lie detector, I could be a perfect match for a detective. ” She introduced herself to the others. She was inside an unfamiliar gym, talking to 16 other people.

Knowing that they are also an ultimate really excites you. You really don’t look like you have any talent. You looked like a natural girl.

“ Ultimate Lie Detector you say? ” you heard a childish voice, your eyes look where the voice came from.

He has a short stature, a thin build, and very pale skin.

He has purple eyes and moderately long, wavy blackish-purple hair, with the tips dyed a brighter purple.

He wears a white suit.

He has multi-colored buttons running down the middle of his shirt. His scarf has black and white spaces alternating exactly like a chessboard. He also wears two-colored black and purple slip flats.

“ Are you enjoying looking at me Ms. Lie Detector? ” he questioned, putting his right hand in the side of his mouth with closed eyes.

“ Checking and looking isn’t the same thing. ” you answered him while crossing your arms.

“ I’m Kokichi Ouma, the ultimate supreme leader, you should bow to me y'all. ” Kokichi said with an innocent face.

“ B-bow? ” you heard a voice.

He wears a black cap with three white stripes lining the back of it.

His outfit is double-breasted and pinstripe, thin, grey stripes over a black uniform. His pants match his uniform's design, black with a pinstripe design to accentuate his long legs.

“ I’m Shuichi Saihara, the ultimate detective. ” he introduced, you let out a cute squeak as you heard the word detective, as you grabbed his hands.

“ You’re a detective? That’s great, let’s be friends. ” You said happily and did a peace sign with both of your hands.

“ Nothing is greater than if you are the supreme leader of a large, evil secret society with 10,000 members. ” Kokichi said, you looked at him and said, “ You mean 10 members? ”

As you said that, Kokichi’s eyes widened but returned to normal, he let out a cute chuckle

“ Not bad, Ms. Lie Detector. ” he said with a smirk.

Every student in the gym introduced themselves,

‘ I'm not good at remembering names but I'll try my best. ’ (y/n) thought.

All of a sudden, a whole bunch of machines from before suddenly appear to us.

You and the others were scared.

(y/n) went to hold someone's hands, luckily it was a soft and warm one, she didn’t care to look at who that person was as long as she felt safe but still.

When one of the machines talked, yes talked. She began to hug the one with who she was holding her hand and tightly closed her eyes.

She even has a chance to take a sniff of what perfume of the one she’s hugging.

It smelled like vanilla. She removed herself in the hug with the unknown person because she already calmed herself, she turned to the person who she hugged to thank him/her.

But she found a blushing Kokichi Ouma.

(y/n) blushed as she saw him, she knew that blush wasn’t one of his lies.

“ T-thanks for the ah- comfort. ” (y/n) said with a small smile.

Kokichi just nodded and said, “You’re welcome Ms. Lie Detector.”

He pulled (y/n) close to him and whispered to her ear,

“A scared lie detector isn’t that bad, hugging me like I'm her savior. Nee-heehee~ ” Kokichi teased and winked at her.

(y/n) covered her blushing face with her hands because an embarrassing scene just happened.

End

#drv3 x reader #drv3 #danganronpa #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #ouma x reader

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shsl-concept-writer · 3 years

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If the V3 Cast had to dye their hair, what color(s) would they choose?

Requested by: No One

Kaede Akamatsu; Kaede would want a rainbow ombre but would be scared it wouldn't work. Everyone would reassure her that it will be fine and she loved the results

Shuichi Saihara; He would just bleach the tips to dye it electric blue at the ends

Kaito Momota; Kaito wouldn't be sure what to even dye. He probably would get yellow/white specs to make it look like stars

Maki Harukawa; She dosen't like to really stand out so at most she would dye her hair a darker color, like a very dark black.

Kokichi Ouma; He would want to dye everyone else's hair which got a quick "no" of varying pitches. He would to blonde because he feels it is "cursed"

Gonta Gokuhara; Gonta is convinced that the bleach will make his hair fall out after Kokichi said it would. But he would really like a green ombre from his natural brown hair

Himiko Yumeno; She would bleach a streak of her hair and dye it a pastel purple

Tenko Chabashira; She would bleach all of her hair and dye it a cotton candy pink

Angie Yonaga; She would dye the tips of her hair black

Kirumi Tojo; She wouldn't dye her hair due to her position as a maid, but when she was younger she would dye it with purple kool aid

Ryoma Hoshi; Like Kirumi, he used to use kool aid, but hasnt ever dyed his hair nor have an interest. (He used blue Kool aid)

Miu Iruma; She would dye her hair a mess of blue and pink, embarrassed as to how it turned out she would wear a beanie until it is fixed

Kiibo; he would dye his hair brown and keep the tips his natural color

Korekiyo Shinguji; He would do a pastel green streak to match his sister's when she dyed it once

Tsumugi Shirogane; She already dyes her hair blue to stand out and not be so plain, she naturally has brown hair

Rantaro Amami; He would get blonde highlights in his hair, a platinum blonde

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I want to dye my hair again sometime, I think I'd go with a deep green 💚

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fooliery · 3 years

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@earthssprout seems to be out past her curfew...

A purple shade colored the sky, washed with warm oranges and the dying light of the sun. Blending into the twilight hues was Kokichi Ouma, the colored tips of his hair melting into the background, his natural black a foreshadowing for the night that was soon to come. The sun reflected on his eyes made them appear a sharp gold, squinting and narrowing them at a particular child, not much unlike a stray cat peering out from the dim alleyways. A child.

A child!

Simple things. Twist them around your finger just right and they have an infinite amount of uses. Though people are wary of the adults that loiter in public, they’re always none the wiser with children, always underestimating their capability. However, and perhaps lucky for her, Ouma had no tricks in mind for the day. He was more interested in the girl herself; after all, any sensible caretaker would have called their child in by now.

“Hey there, squirt.” He approaches her first, squatting down to her level. Thin hands are placed on his knees, his signature smirk marking his face. “Don’t think I see kids your age out late this often. Lost?” Maybe. If she were lost, she’d be wailing a whole lot more. His mind wanders to patchy red faces in grocery stores as he reaches into a pocket, pulling out a deck of cards. His hands move without much thought, rearranging the cards into an array of patterns and flourishes: almost dancing as they duck and weave between each other. Kids like these flashy things, he thinks. “Mind giving ol’ Cheshire some company?” At least until someone picks her up or she finds her way home.

#♔ — just follow my lead! ( starters )#♔ — the intensity of all ultimates' competitive natures lead to bloodshed! ( utdp )#earthssprout #♔ — a talented liar like me can spot other people's lies easily. ( in character )

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honeysuckle-writings · 4 years

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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 1. I JUST REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST BECAUSE I AM A FILTHY KINNIE

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"Kokichi I said don't follow me."

"But Ran Ran please!"

Kokichi whined at the taller male in front of him. His hands were balled into fist in front of him and his face was squished into a pout. Rantaro sighed and frowned. He had told Kokichi over and over again that he wanted to go about things on his own for a little while and he certainly kept his plan a secret much to Kokichi's displeasure. One of his main reasons being he didn't want Kokichi to get hurt if something were to happen.

"But I can keep watch! Hell I could sneak into places because you're too tall! I can lock pick! You need my expertise." Kokichi stated matter of factly and m shoved his fist onto his hips.

Rantaro's green eyes locked on to the purple eyes in front of him, a soft smile replacing the frown. He could feel his chest tightening at having to keep Kokichi at a distance. He knew things like this would mess with his head and push any ounce of trust he had gained through their small amount of time together out of the window. Kokichi wouldn't get close to anyone so carelessly. The fact that Rantaro was able to dip his finger tips past the cracks in the walls Kokichi had up was both a blessing and a curse.

From day one, Kokochi seemed to latch on to Rantaro. Something about each other acted as a magnet to the other. Neither of them were quite sure what it was but they didn't find it pivotal to question. Kokichi didn't know what personal space was but Rantaro didn't mind. He would knock and come into Rantaro's room as soon as it was open the tinest bit and before Rantaro could properly invite him in.

He also noticed pretty early on that Rantaro had some information none of the others did. Kokichi hung around him and called it "keeping and eye on him" in case he was the mastermind since he was so suspicious. Rantaro knew that was not quite the truth the first time Kokichi let down a wall and fell asleep in his bed.

From then on Kokichi would make his way into Rantaro's bedroom each night. Sometimes he would leave in the middle of the night. Other times they were so caught up in laughing at each others antics that neither of them noticed when they would both doze off. Kokichi got to see the goofy side of Rantaro. Like when he would bump into something in his room and knock it over and respond with "Sorry. I've just got a fat ass." Or, "Who fucked the legend? Who fucked the legend Danny Devito?" After a random thought process. It was refreshing to know he was just as silly and could keep up with Kokichi's antics.

The two had become inseparable, but not to anyone around them. They kept their stuff private to not attract any unwanted attention or questions. It was safer for the both of them to work together in secrecy. Kokichi would still throw jokes at him across the table at breakfast or make flirty remarks but in a way that made everyone think he was completely faking it.

"I'll tell you what," Rantaro reached out and held Kokichi's shoulder gently. "If you let me go do this on my own and I get us out of here, I promise I will have you by my side when we escape. Okay? I won't just forget about you and move out when were out." He squeezed his grip only slightly to affirm his own statement.

Kokichi deadpanned and never took his eyes off of Rantaro's as he processed the words. He wanted to believe him. He really did, but something didn't seem right. "No." His voice was monotone.

"What do you mean no?" Rantaro raised an eyebrow.

Rantaro's confidence really was something to admire. Kokichi knew that Rantaro had something up those billowing sleeves of his. Something no one else here had.

"Just kidding!" Kokichi flashed a cheeky grin. "Fine. I'll let you do whatever you need to. Just please don't get yourself hurt okay? I don't wanna have to clean up your mess!" Kokichi poked Rantaro in the chest and stuck his tongue out.

A smile returned to Rantaro's face. He knew full well that Kokichi was just lying to keep his emotions about it safe.

"You need to stay out of the way and I'm serious. For your sake, just stay inside your room or something. I promise that I will be back okay?" He pulled Kokichi into a hug and held him there, an arm around his shoulders and the other hand behind Kokichi's head. It took a moment, but Kokichi finally wrapped his arms around Rantaro's waist and buried his face into his chest. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes to just be with each other, both of them uncertain of the outcome of Rantaro's plan.

Rantaro leaned down and kissed the top of Kokichi's fluffy hair before pulling back, a little reluctantly.

"I've gotta go now okay? Time is running out and I really need to this for everyone." The aura had changed back to a serious tone now and Kokichi knew that meant business.

"Okay. I love you Ran Ran." Kokichi pulled back and turned away, not wanting to watch Rantaro leave from his room.

There was no joke or lie at the end which was unusual for Kokichi.

"I love you too Kichi."

Time seemed to go by so slow as Kokichi tried to busy himself in his room. Sheets of paper surrounded him on the bed as he tried desperately to distract himself. He tried napping but no one could sleep at a time like this.

Suddenly the monitor turned on. Kokichi's heart leaped and he wondered if he would see Rantaro's face appear. Maybe he had defeated Monokuma in a cool ninja fight and had taken over the system.

The loud music that began blaring almost made him jump out of bed. He rushed over to the monitor and jumped up and down trying to even reach it, hoping there was a volume button but it was no use. He covered his ears and went for the door, reaching out for the handle but Rantaros voice from earlier stopped him. In one hour everything would be over. "Dont follow me

I promise I'll be back."

Kokichi's hand hovered over the knob, trembling slightly. His stomach churned as he struggled to decide whether he should trust him or not. He didn't realize tears had welled into his eyes until one began to drop down his cheek. The thought of dying scared him. If Rantaro failed and they all died, Kokichi would be here alone for it. His whole body shook and he let out a sob. So much for being strong through it all.

He jerked his hand back and groaned in frustration. The music surrounding him made it hard to think. As sudden as the music started, it shut off just as abruptly.

Kokichi looked up at the monitor with wide terror filled eyes. What was going to happen now? Would it be sudden or would they have to endure it slowly?

What he didn't expect was to be shaken out of his thoughts but the unwelcomed voice of Monokuma.

"A body has been discovered! Please, make your way to the library to begin investigation!"

Throwing all his previous thoughts out, Kokichi swung his door open and ran as fast as he legs would go, catching up with Iruma, Hoshi, Korekiyo, Kirumi, and Kiibo.

The sight before him once he reached the back of library made his vision begin to grow blurry. The sound of his heart strings snapping into loose strings in his chest blocked out the sounds of those around him.

There laid Rantaro, dead, in a puddle of his own blood.

No. No no no no no.

"This is a lie right?" Tears were falling down his cheeks as he spoke and his lip quivered as he tried to keep a sob in. "My dearest Rantaro is dea- I mean was killed?" His voice squeaked and he cried out.

"Oh shut up would you? It's not like you even cared." Tenko shot at him.

Kokichi immediately stopped, save for a few sniffles as he tried to collect himself. No one here would believe him anyway. They all thought he was a heartless monster and he knew it. The looks he was recieving told it all. "Nishishi! You caught me! Thank goodness this thing isn't boring anymore!" He threw his hands behind his head and grinned wide enough to make his eyes squint closed. His abdomen burned as he gulped and felt his emotions plummet to the bottom of his stomach.

It felt like a slap in the face when no one took the first blood perk. Why would someone do something like that to someone like Rantaro. He didn't even do anything wrong. Kokichi wanted to scream and lash out at everyone surrounding Monokuma when they were faced with actually having to have a trial.

While the others were fixated on arguing with Monokuma, Kokichi snuck over to Rantaro's body. One last look at the boy had actually began to rebuild his thoughts on humanity. He squatted down quietly and let his finger tips brush against Rantaro's still warm cheek on his way to his collar. He clasped his fingers around a chain and yanked it off with ease. He kept a good hold on it with his index finger as he let it droop down his forearm into his sleeve to hide it.

"Well if you'll excuse me!" He suddenly shouted. "I have to do some investigating by myself. I don't need anyone with me to figure this out. Good luck everyone!"

"Oh no you don't. You can't get out of this that easily." Kaito stormed towards him but Kaede stopped him.

"Let him go. We will catch up with him later." Kaede kept her arm out to keep him in place.

Kaito huffed and glared at Kokichi but Kokichi didn't care. He just walked slowly out of the library and made his way back to his room without taking another look behind.

As Kokichi walked, he took the necklace out of his sleeve and examined it. This was the only thing he had left of him. No one would take this away from him. He slipped the necklace up under his checkered scarf and clasped it behind his neck. It was perfectly hidden from everyone else but he would know it was there.

As soon as Kokichi walked into his dorm and shut the door, he hoped that either they were sound proof or the others were still down in the library. A scream pierced the room as Kokichi broke down.

He jumped on to the bed and began hitting his pillows as he sobbed, getting out everything he could.

"You promised! You promised!"

He repeated to himself over and over. He cried until he began gagging at how hard he was crying and how scratchy his throat was becoming. Nothing felt real anymore. Rantaro was gone and now he was alone. Kokichi wished it was him instead. What he wouldn't give to be in Rantaro's place now.

"You asshole!" His voice was giving out and he was beginning to feel nauseous.

"It should have been me." The confession came out a whisper as fatigue came over his body. Everything began to settle into a numbness as he curled up on to the bed. With the last bit of energy he could muster, he reached up and held the pendant in the palm of his hand.

Kokichi wouldn't let Rantaro's death be for nothing. It was not fair for someone with his heart to be taken out of the world like that. No matter what it took, Kokichi would make sure they got out of there. That was Rantaro's plan, his wish, and Kokichi would follow through with it. Even if it meant they all saw him in a bad light until the end. He would learn to be alone again.

#kokichi ouma #rantaro amami #oumami #danganronpa #drv3 #dannganronpa v3

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lakesandquarries · 4 years

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no one to nothing

@twunk-ouma

“There are only so many times I can watch you break before I start to crack.”

(also written for ouma month- fiction vs reality, truth vs lie)

AO3 Link

Ouma’s sitting on the edge of the roof, shoes off and legs dangling. He doesn’t respond as Kaito approaches, even when he drops down next to him and says, “Ouma?”

The silence is overwhelming. There’s no houses around them, no real buildings except for the hospital they’re on top of. When Kaito looks up, the sky is clear.

“Ouma,” Kaito says again.

“Do you think that’s my real name?” he asks. He’s staring straight ahead, at something on the horizon Kaito can’t see.

“What?”

Ouma still doesn’t look at him. “Ouma Kokichi,” he says, quietly. “Sounds nice, doesn’t it? Very meaningful. Fits my character. I wonder where it came from.” He turns, finally, but the empty look in his eyes makes Kaito wish he’d look away again. “Momota-chan.” His voice is as blank as his expression. “Do you think you’re a real person?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I am. We both are.”

Ouma swings his legs, looking back over the horizon. “Hm,” he says.

“Ouma,” Kaito says. He can’t stop staring at Ouma’s face. He can’t stop thinking about his face in the hangar, sweaty and clammy, about to die and aware of it and okay with it.

That Ouma had been scared. This Ouma is empty.

“Go,” Ouma says.

“What?”

“Go. Leave. Stop bothering me.”

He’d been so close, in the hangar. He’d started to figure out the truth, started peeling back the layers Ouma covered himself with, and when he’d woken up he’d thought maybe this was his chance. He could help Ouma, like he had Harumaki and Shuichi.

He’d gone to visit Ouma the day he woke up, and Ouma had stared out the window and ate his food and spoke to the nurses and did everything in his power to pretend Kaito didn’t exist.

And now, the first words Ouma has spoken to him since they woke up, and it’s to question his own existence.

“In the hangar,” Kaito starts, immediately interrupted by Ouma’s laughter. He’s heard Ouma laugh before - incessant giggling just to be annoying, mocking laughter as he made fun of someone, the rare genuine snort at a comment someone made - but this is new. It’s dry. Empty. Like his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ouma says. “It wasn’t real, Momota-chan.” His legs kick back and forth, thumping against the building.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about -”

“That was fake too!” He looks at Kaito, beaming at him, and for a second Kaito is in the game again, watching Ouma antagonize his classmates with that insufferable smile. “It’s all fake, Momota-chan. Even us! It wasn’t real, and it didn’t matter, and -”

“Shut up,” Kaito growls, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t fake, Ouma. I meant it when I -”

“Don’t lie to me,” Ouma says. The smile has vanished, replaced by that emptiness - and then it appears again, fast as blinking. “Who were you really thinking about? Was it Harukawa-chan?”

“No,” Kaito says. His mouth tastes like ash. “No, I -”

“Saihara-chan? I wasn’t sure if you swung that way!”

“No! I was -”

“Ohhh, you’re making this hard. Akamatsu-chan? No, you wouldn’t do that to Saihara-chan, would you. Hm. Someone else, then. Ooh, was it Iruma-chan? That would be -”

“It was you, you idiot! Is it really that hard to think that maybe I give a shit about you? That maybe I felt bad that I was about to watch you die?” The words tear out of him, louder than he’d meant to speak. Ouma stares at him, leaning away from Kaito, face blank except for the slightest twitch in his eyebrow.

“I told you, don’t -”

“I’m not lying! I’m not like you, Ouma. I’m not a liar like you are. When I kiss someone, I mean it, even if -”

“Even if it’s me?”

“Yes! Even if it’s you! Fuck, especially if it’s you!”

Ouma stares at him. His legs have stilled, along with the rest of him - even his chest looks like it’s barely moving.

“I - you were dying, Ouma.” Kaito clenches his hand into a fist. Releases it. Clenches it again. “We both were.”

Kaito reaches a hand out. Slowly, he reaches towards Ouma, who has yet to move.

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” he says, placing his hand on Ouma’s cheek. His skin is cold. frozen like the rest of him.

For a moment, Ouma is still, not blinking, barely breathing. And then he explodes into motion, wrenching his face away from Kaito’s grasp, jumping to his feet and frantically scooting backwards across the roof until there’s about three feet of distance between him and Kaito. His breathing, barely perceptible a moment ago, has quickened into hyperventilation.

“Don’t,” he says, voice ragged. “Don’t touch me, don’t - don’t -”

Kaito’s hand is still hanging in midair. “I wasn’t - I just -”

“Shut up!” Ouma shouts. Kaito’s hand drops, and suddenly he’s the one on his feet and scooting backwards, alarmed by the sudden shift. “It doesn’t matter! The game, the hangar, now, none of it! It’s not real! Whatever reason you had to kiss me, it doesn’t matter!” It’s a shock, seeing Ouma like this. Gone is the supervillain, the dramatic movements and practiced words and exaggerated grace. There’s no cape for him to swish theatrically, no hat to tip - he’s not even wearing shoes. His eyes are screwed shut and his fists are clenched so tight his knuckles have gone completely white, and all Kaito can think is he looks like a kid.

“You don’t know me. You don’t care about me. You can’t.” He opens his eyes, gaze pointed right at Kaito, and it’s like getting shot by the crossbow all over again. This Ouma is one he’s never seen before. This Ouma has his fingers in his hair, shaking visibly as he clings to purple locks. “This isn’t - I’m supposed to be dead,” he says, the last word closer to a whisper. “I’m supposed to be dead, and they’re supposed to be safe, and -”

Kaito scooches closer, inching his way towards Ouma. “Ouma,” he says, as gently as he’s capable of. “I’m glad you’re not dead.”

Ouma bursts into laughter.

“You’re an idiot,” he says. He’s still shaking. It’s cold up on the roof, and Ouma’s dressed in thin hospital scrubs and nothing else, and before Kaito can think about it he’s peeling off his jacket and draping it over Ouma’s shoulders. Ouma doesn’t fight him, just stares at the dark purple fabric, slowly moving his hand to grip the sleeve.

“I can’t keep watching you do this,” Kaito says.

“Then don’t watch.” Ouma rolls his shoulders, letting the coat drop. “I’m not one of your sidekicks. I don’t need you to fix me.”

“That’s not -”

Ouma’s smile is brittle. He takes a step forward, pushing his face close to Kaito’s. “I told you not to lie to me, Momota-chan. You feel sorry for me, right? Poor sad lonely little Kokichi. I’m broken, just like all your other projects, and if you devote yourself to fixing me you don’t have to think about your own problems.”

“I never said you were broken,” Kaito says. This close, he can see the flecks of pink in Ouma’s eyes, the hints of freckles on his cheeks.

“What would you do,” Ouma says, stepping closer again, reaching out to cling onto Kaito’s overshirt, “if I jumped off the roof?”

“Excuse me?” Kaito grabs Ouma’s hands, and this time he doesn’t flinch away. “I - I’d stop you! Obviously! What the hell are you saying?”

“It’s funny,” Ouma muses. “You hated me so much, and then you kill me and suddenly you think we’re best friends.”

“You - you’re not making any sense.” He’s still holding Ouma’s hands. He’s scared to let go. “Look, I - I misjudged you. You’re a dick, yeah, but under all that -”

“Momota-chan, you can’t be that stupid. We’ve been over this before! Underneath all this -” Kaito still has his hands gripped tight, so Ouma dips his head down to try and gesture to himself - “There’s nothing! It’s lies, all the way down.”

“You’re wrong,” Kaito says. “Ouma, you - you’re -”

“I’m nothing, Momota-chan.” The cheerful expression on his face is the worst part of it. “You can’t fix something that doesn’t exist.”

“I’m fucking holding you!” Kaito shouts, shaking Ouma’s wrist. “Stop giving me this shit about how you don’t exist! You’re real. I’m real. And I - I’m not gonna pretend you’re some great person, but I’m not gonna just stand here and listen to you act like you’re not even a human being. You’re Ouma Kokichi, and you’re alive, and you’re a person, I am going to stand here and yell it until it sinks in!”

The smile is gone, but Ouma isn’t blank, either. His eyebrows are furrowed together, lips parted slightly, and Kaito thinks about the way they’d felt on his own.

“In the hangar,” he says, softer, “the kiss, it - it meant something. I don’t know what, but, I’m gonna figure it out. We’re gonna figure it out.”

Ouma surges forward, and Kaito matches him. The lack of blood makes it a little more pleasant this time around, sweeter, kinder. A beginning, rather than an end.

A second chance, he thinks. For him and for Ouma.

Ouma pulls back, just enough to breathe. “You’re an idiot,” he says, but the cruelty is gone from his voice. He sounds almost soft. “You are the stupidest person I have ever met.”

“Yeah, whatever. Can we go inside?”

Kaito had forgotten he was holding Ouma’s hands until the moment Ouma slips out of his grasp, ducking down to grab Kaito’s jacket from the floor and wrapping it around himself.

“You’re still wrong, you know,” Ouma stays, striding towards the roof access door without waiting for Kaito, who doesn’t waste a moment to catch up.

“We’ll see about that,” Kaito says.

#oumota #ouma kokichi #oumamonth2020 #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #momota kaito #oumonth2020 #i tried to actually use the sentence!! i really did. but this happened instead #cora writes

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starfliesuniverse · 4 years

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I cut my already but I just realised, if covid didn't happen, I would have dyed the tips of my hair purple. Which would have literially been kokichi hair (pre hair cut my hair looked like a cross between chiyaki and his hair) WHY DO I ACCIDENTALLY KEEP BEING KOKICHI???

#kokichi ouma #I ALSO ACCIDENTALLY MADE A MINECRAFT ROOM THAY LOOKS LIKE HIS ROOM #its not my fault i just like purple !!!#also no i dont kin him #im not that chaotic or smart #im however two cm taller than him #perhaps after covid ill look into cosplaying him just to fuck with my friends #drv3 #p #personal

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rubberduckyrye · 4 years

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*solidarity high five* hell yeah we're both Kokichi's height

-sobs- I'm so small...

Actually TBH If I lost a lot of weight and styled my hair right,I could totally cosplay as Kokichi. I'd just have to dye my hair black again (it's already a really dark brown but I like dying it black for a cooler undertone than a warm undertone) and dye the tips of my hair a purple color like. I COULD be Kokichi...

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sinfulwonders · 4 years

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👀 ~

Alrighty here’s another fic. This one is actually practically done, even though I thought it was a lot less finished. I may polish it up and post it on Ao3 soon, but here it is for now.

Sick

When Shuichi Saihara received a text from Kokichi Ouma one early Saturday morning, he suspected that his plans were ruined for the day…very possibly the entire weekend. As he opened the message, his suspicions were quickly confirmed.

I’m sick! Will you be my nurse? Bring soup…and grape panta.

Shuichi sighed, letting the warmth from his dorm room bed engulf him for just a moment longer before slowly rising to his feet. They both knew that he would say yes. Although Shuichi acted annoyed with Kokichi’s many crazy antics and schemes, it was fairly obvious that Shuichi had a soft spot for the supreme leader. A soft spot that the supreme leader was thrilled to exploit.

Fine. Be there in ten.

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“Shumai! You came to say your goodbyes!”

Shuichi sighed as he entered the room, carrying a single shopping bag, as his eyes fell on the purple eyed menace. The exceedingly pale boy was smiling and waving enthusiastically, like the ghost of some excited child.

“Goodbyes?”

Kokichi nodded seriously, “Yep. Before my deadly illness takes me inevitably. The doctors said I only have hours to live!”

Shuichi groaned, “Are you even sick, Kokichi?” He wouldn’t be surprised if the supreme leader had dragged the detective down just because he wanted a fizzy beverage.

What a waste of time.

Kokichi beamed, “You got me. It was a lie! Supreme leaders don’t get sic-ACK-” Kokichi’s face fell as his speech devolved into a coughing fit, causing Shuichi to immediately kneel at his bedside.

The detective placed a worried hand on the boy’s pallid forehead, “Jeez, Kokichi. You’re buring up. Maybe you should go see Mikan…”

Kokichi whined, “Nooooo. I want Shumai to take care of meeee.”

“Why? My talent isn’t even medical related…”

With that, the supreme leader burst into a fit of almost certainly fake tears, “WAAAH! Shuichi doesn’t like me enough to even take care of me while I’m sick and dying!”

This elicited an eye roll from the detective, as he’d seen this trick so many times before, “Kokichi, you know it’s not that. I just don’t know if I’ll do a good job.”

Kokichi’s tears were suddenly dry, like they never existed at all, as he glanced blankly at the boy, “A good job?”

Shuichi nodded, “Yeah... If you’re really sick, I definitely don’t want you to get worse because of me.”

The detective was taken aback by a spiteful sound.

Kokichi hoarsely cackled at the boy, a malicious grin lining his face, “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! For a detective you really are dumb!” Shuichi frowned as the boy continued, his voice losing its edge slightly, “Shumai is great at taking care of people. That’s why I requested you, over allllll of my other minions! I only allow the best.”

Well that was unexpectedly sweet…

Trying to hide his elated surprise at the praise, Shuichi let out an exasperated sigh, “…Fine.”

The supreme leader squealed and pulled the detective into a quick hug.

“K-Kokichi! You’re g-gonna get me sick…” Shuichi stammered.

“Neeheehee! Perfect, then you’ll have to let me take care of you! Then it’ll just be an endless cycle…one of us sick and one of us well, forever and ever!” Kokichi smiled sweetly as he spoke, but those sweet smiles always were a little off. In this case, there was a mischievous twinkle in his violet eyes. The same eyes that observed Shuichi’s every reaction with a calculating coolness that both fascinated and terrified the detective.

“Kokichi, that honestly sounds horrible.”

The detective noticed that Kokichi’s lip quivered a little, but in a flash it was gone, as it seemed that he decided to go a different emotional direction with his lie.

The boy instead examined his fingernails, looking incredibly bored, “Well I think it sounds romantic. You’d be with each other, taking care of each other, forever…”

Hmm, well that’s an interesting point of view.

Kokichi never ceased to amaze the detective. Once he thought he had a pretty good grasp on how he thought Kokichi would react to something the supreme leader switched it up, flipping the situation on its head. It’s why the detective was absorbed with thoughts of figuring out the enigma that was Kokichi Ouma.

Kokichi snickered, “Of course that could be a lie…Maybe I just want you to be my cute little nurse!”

Shuichi sighed, rolling his eyes at the last comment, “I don’t want you to call me your ‘nurse’, Kokichi. I feel like you’re taking it to a weird place.”

Kokichi smiled devilishly.

Shuichi continued, giving the boy a stern look, “Look, if you want me to take care of you, that’s fine, I’ll take care of you. But I am not gonna let you make this weird, and I am going to try to do a decent job. So rest. I have some over the counter medicine in my bag, so I’ll give you something that should help with the fever. Lay down and I’ll grab you a glass of water.”

Kokichi’s eyes widened, “Wow, you’re so good at this! And so brave, to give a supreme leader commands,” his face darkened, “You may end up regretting it…”

Shuichi ignored Kokichi’s attempt to agitate him and instead pressed a lanky finger on the supreme leader’s forehead, and gently pushed him back to the pillow, “Lay. Down. You’re going to regret if you overdo it just to taunt me.”

Kokichi stayed quiet, his expression now blank, and watched as Shuichi turned to fill a cup with water from the bathroom sink. At least he stayed quiet until a large sneeze erupted from him.

Shuichi quickly returned with water and a couple pills.

Kokichi spoke after releasing a couple hoarse coughs, “Sure hope you aren’t trying to poison me…actually that’s a lie. Put me out of my misery, detective!”

“Shh. I’m not trying to poison you,” Shuichi dropped the pills into the supreme leader’s hand and then watched as he swallowed them, quickly washing them down with water.

Shuichi then handed Kokichi a tissue for his nose, and as the boy wiped his sick face, made his way to the bathroom one more, quietly returning with a damp washcloth.

He placed it gently on the boy’s head, careful to move a few strands of purple tipped hair out of the way first.

“Sleep,” he smiled gently at the boy and then sat down in the supreme leader’s desk chair. He rummaged through the shopping bag and pulled out a small book, beginning to read. The boys sat in silence for a while, with Shuichi glancing up to check on Kokichi every few minutes to make sure he was at least attempting to sleep. He began ignoring the book more and more, eventually just staring at the supreme leader in cautious wonder. That is, until he caught Shuichi staring.

Kokichi gave the boy a mischievous smirk, “Wow you’re super doting Shumai. You are definitely my most eager slave yet!”

Shuichi brushed him off and lazily retorted, “Whatever Kokichi. Anyway I’m definitely not your slave, I’m your nurse-”

As soon as the word accidently slipped out, Shuichi blushed deeply. His heart fluttered in a way that he was not expecting at the thought of being Kokichi’s personal nurse for the day.

What? Don’t think that!

“Hahahaha, man that was easier than I thought-ACHOO!”

Shuichi’s blush faded as he grabbed the box of tissues, and rushed to hand a few to Kokichi.

“-Thanks.”

Shuichi looked down at Kokichi, who was an unusually small boy anyway, but he was surprised how weak he looked. His frail form was shaking slightly, and beads of sweat lined the boy’s head.

“Kokichi, you’re really sick. You need to stop talking and sleep.”

COUGH COUGH COUGH

“Aww you’re no fun Shumai…” Kokichi shot him a weak smile.

Shuichi stood to return to his chair when he felt small fingers wrap around his own. He felt blood rush to his face.

“Will you just talk to me? Read me something until I fall asleep?” Kokichi’s wide eyes were devoid of mischief, just filled with innocence.

Shuichi picked up his book that he had just started, and flipped back to the beginning, gently sitting on the bed next to Kokichi as he did so. He opened his mouth and began to quietly read the words aloud. Before Shuichi had finished reading the first chapter Kokichi had fallen asleep, quietly snoring next to the detective. Shuichi let out a satisfied sigh.

Finally.

He turned to look at the sick boy, noticing how strangely angelic and innocent he looked while he slept. It was strange to Shuichi how absolutely beautiful Kokichi was when he wasn’t trying to make the most grotesque faces humanly possible.

Wait, beautiful? Don’t think that Shuichi!

But it was true, and Shuichi could no longer deny it. Kokichi Ouma was beautiful.

Although no one has any right to be this beautiful while they’re sleeping and sick. It’s just not fair.

“Nngh,” Ouma let out a soft groan as he shifted, his tiny arms wrapping around Shuichi’s waist.

Shit.

Kokichi had an unreasonable amount of strength for a sick person, at least in Shuichi’s eyes, because quickly the detective was helplessly tugged into bed with the supreme leader. Kokichi snuggled into him like he was holding a childhood stuffed animal, and other than the underlying dread that Shuichi felt at the fact that he was almost certainly going to get sick, the detective couldn’t help but melt into the warmth of Kokichi’s arms.

“Shumai…” Kokichi mumbled in his sleep.

Shuichi brushed the hair gently away from Kokichi’s sweaty forward, “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

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“Nghhh,” Shuichi groaned as he laid in his bed, wet washcloth resting on his forehead. It seems he had caught the supreme leader’s ‘deadly illness’ after all.

“Don’t worry Shumai! Nurse Kokichi is here to save the day!” Kokichi practically squealed as he plopped on the bed next to Shuichi.

It seems Kokichi had taken what he said about being Shuichi’s personal nurse very seriously. When Shuichi had called out sick from school, Kokichi had taken it upon himself to gather supplies and break into his dorm room wearing a full on nurse outfit.

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I’ll Always Return to You (Day 7: Hope)

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Here is Day 7 for Oumasai Week 2019!

The final prompt is hope. I’m going to be honest, this prompt was really hard to work with. It felt very vague to me, so it took me about a couple days and some hours before figuring what it was that I wanted to do for this one. The way I interpreted it is that even through extremely rough times (ex. Kokichi suddenly vanishing and being presumed dead because he didn’t turn up after a certain amount of time), Shuichi still has hope that he is alive and that he will come back to him no matter what.

This may seem a little similar to After The Storm Fades Away, but this one still has its differences and it’s compressed into shorter one-shot rather than ATSFA, which is about 9k words in length XD

I hope you guys like it! :)

Title: I’ll Always Return to You

Prompt: Hope

Summary: After the simulation had ended and everyone was discharged from the hospital, Kokichi Ouma vanished. Four months passed before he was declared dead to the rest of the world. But, Shuichi knew better. He knew that somehow, Kokichi was still alive.

Continue reading under the cut!

“Yo, bro, did you hear the news?”

“Hear what news?”

Shuichi finished wiping down the table at the cafe he worked at as Kaito spoke.

“That little shit went missing.” he said.

“Little...huh?” Shuichi quirked a brow at Kaito’s statement. “Who in the world are you talking about?” he asked.

“Who else do you think I mean? I’m talking about Ouma.” Kaito replied.

Shuichi froze at Kaito’s words.

“Koki—I mean, Ouma-kun’s gone missing?” he asked.

“Yeah. Apparently, the last time anyone saw him, he said he was going for a walk. He never came back, so one of his friends ended up filing a missing person report. It’s been blowing up all morning on the news and social media.” Kaito explained.

“Oh...that’s probably why I didn’t hear about it. My TV’s been busted since Sunday and I don’t really have social media.” Shuichi said.

“Ah, I almost forgot you don’t have any social media accounts.” Kaito picked up some empty glasses and placed them on a tray. “Well, that’s what’s going on in the world right now.” he said as he picked up the tray and he headed over to another table.

Shuichi sighed as he followed suit, wiping down another table.

As he did, he kept thinking back to Kokichi’s sudden disappearance.

It’s weird that he just disappeared like that, he thought to himself.

He looked out the window.

Let’s just hope that they’re able to find him quickly and that nothing bad happened to him, he silently prayed.

💜💜💜💜

“Mister Shuichi Saihara, your uncle has come to get you.” the nurse called out.

Shuichi stood and he turned, locking eyes with Kokichi.

“Well...it looks like I’m going to have to go now.” he said.

“Ah...” Kokichi fiddled with his scarf. “Indeed, you do.” he replied.

Shuichi bit his lip.

“Are you sure you’ll you be okay by yourself? You’re sure that someone will come and get you, right?”

“Yes, yes, I am sure! Don’t worry about me, Saihara-chan!”

“If you say so...”

Shuichi sighed.

“Well...when things get settled, do you want to hang out sometime?” he asked.

“Oh? Could it be that you’re inviting me on a date, Saihara-chan?” Kokichi spoke teasingly.

Shuichi’s cheeks turned a rosy red.

“...Yes, I am.” he replied.

The teasing smile left Kokichi’s lips as a blank expression washed over his face. He stared at Shuichi as he continued.

“Will you promise me this, Ouma-kun?” he asked, extending his pinky finger out to him.

Kokichi looked at Shuichi’s pinky finger and then up at him before sighing.

“Alright, fine.” he hooked his pinky finger around Shuichi’s. “I promise.”

💜💜💜💜

The sound of plates shattering was heard as Shuichi stared at the television in the cafe in horror, tears welling up in his eyes.

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“No...no way...” he choked out.

There’s no way this is possible.

Kokichi’s not dead.

He can’t possibly be dead.

He’s not dead, he’s not dead, he’s not—

“Shuichi? Is everything okay?”

Kaito’s voice seemed distant as it blurred with the sound of the news reporter talking on television. A distinct ringing sound struck his ears as nausea swept over him.

“No...this isn’t right...he’s not dead...” he staggered backwards. “He’s not dead...” he choked out.

He began to feel overwhelmed as he tipped backward.

The last thing he heard was Kaito shouting his name before he blacked out.

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“...I like you, Ouma-kun.”

Kokichi blinked at him, expression warping into one of confusion.

“You what now, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

“I said that I like you.” Shuichi replied.

It was silent between them in the hospital room for what seemed like hours before Kokichi burst into loud laughter.

“My, Saihara-chan, I didn’t think you had it in you to make such an amusing joke! That actually made me laugh, so kudos to you!” Kokichi wiped away at a stray tear. “There’s no way you like me—“ he stopped upon seeing how serious Shuichi looked.

His laughter ceased as a blank expression washed over him.

“Okay, so you’re not joking. You actually mean it.” Kokichi dropped his hands to his lap. “Tell me, Saihara-chan, what kind of like are you talking about when you say that you like me?” he asked.

“I like you romantically, Ouma-kun. I want to date you.” Shuichi replied.

“Do you really, though?”

“I do. I really do like you, Ouma-kun.”

“But why me? You could’ve chosen to fall in love with anyone, but you chose me. Why is that?”

Shuichi swallowed, fidgeting in his seat as he lowered his gaze.

“Well...you’re really smart. You’re cute, funny, and even with your lies, you’re a pleasure to be around. I like everything about you, whether you want me to or not.” he explained.

Kokichi furrowed his brows at him.

“Is that so...” he trailed off.

He propped his elbows up on his lap, resting his face in his hands as he began to think.

“Well, I like you too.” he said.

“You do?” Shuichi asked.

“Yes...but.”

“But?”

“But, I don’t think I’m worthy of someone like you. Someone like me pales in comparison to you. So, I feel that in order to become worthy of you, I need to improve myself, don’t you think?”

“But I—“

“Don’t lie, I’m sure you think that same way, as well.” Kokichi smiled. “So, once I’ve become worthy of you, we can begin to date. But until then, wait for me.”

He extended his pinky finger out to him.

“Will you wait for me, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

Shuichi nodded.

“Yes...yes, I’ll wait as long as you want me to.” he replied as he reached out and hooked his pinky finger around Kokichi’s.

Kokichi smiled and this time, it was a genuine smile.

“Alright, then. I’ll make sure I don’t have you wait too long for me, my beloved Saihara-chan.”

💜💜💜💜

“Shuichi, you need to stop this. It’s been a year and some days since he’s passed.” Maki rubbed her temples. “No matter what you think, Ouma is not alive, he is dead.” she stated.

“You don’t know that.” Shuichi replied.

“Yes, we do, actually. We saw his body at the funeral, Shuichi! There was no mistaking it, that was him! He is no more!” she reached up to brush her hair over her shoulder only to realize that she no longer had long hair. “Get over yourself and move on already! You can’t be stuck in denial forever, you know!” she shouted.

“Like I said, you don’t know that!” Shuichi stood, knocking a glass off of the table. “For all you know, that body in the casket could have been a fake! He could still be out there, trying to survive on his own and make a new life for himself!”

He walked up to Maki.

“We’ve been around him long enough to know that he could easily fake his own dear if he wanted to. That’s just how he is: he’ll find every opportunity to pull some sort of prank on us. I’m confident that this is just one of them.” he said.

Maki stared at him, eyes wide.

“You...you’ve lost your marbles...” she trailed off.

Shuichi let out a halfhearted chuckle as he took a few steps back.

“I guess that’s what happens when you’re in love.” he said, reaching up to run his hand through his hair.

Maki shook her head.

“You know, I really thought I would be able to get through to you, Shuichi. But, it seems that you’re long gone.” she turned. “I’m done trying to talk some sense into you. I’ll have Kaito take over.” she said before walking out of his apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

Shuichi continued to laugh before dissolving into sobs, collapsing onto the floor as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Maybe he really lost it.

But, that didn’t change anything.

It didn’t change the fact that he still strongly believed and hoped that Kokichi was still alive.

💜💜💜💜

-Two Years Later-

The leaves crunched under Shuichi’s feet as he walked through the cemetery with a bouquet of white lilies in his hand.

After chatting with Angie in the chapel, he went to buy some lilies from the floral shop that Tenko and Himiko owned and he headed to the cemetery.

He stopped before a specific tombstone, a somber smile touching his lips.

“Kokichi...” he murmured.

He squatted down and he ran his hand along the smooth marble of his tombstone.

At this point, he had calmed down from his state of deliriousness. He still hadn’t given up on hoping that Kokichi was still alive, but the acceptance stage of the grieving process was starting to kick in.

He set the bouquet down by the tombstone as he spoke.

“I miss you, Kokichi. I miss you a whole lot.” he whispered.

He pressed his fingers to his lips and then pressed his fingers against the tombstone.

He stood as he heard a voice from behind him.

“Heh...I can’t believe I have such a shabby-looking grave.”

Shuichi tensed, his heart racing at the familiar voice.

“Like, for real, they could’ve chosen something a little better than that. Marble looks cool and all, but still. I didn’t fake my death for them to pull this kind of shit.”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he slowly turned to face the person that stood behind him.

Their appearance was slightly different, their hair a darker shade of purple without the tips dyed purple. One eye was purple and the other was hazel. They had on a long black parka with clips and pins on it over a black long sleeve shirt along with a pair of black plaid pants and black loafers.

Yes, the differences were subtle.

But, the person before Shuichi was indeed him.

He choked out a sob.

“K...Kokichi...” he breathed out.

Kokichi smiled, extending his arms out.

“Come, Shuichi.” he said.

Tears streamed down Shuichi’s cheeks as he ran up to Kokichi and pulled him into a tight hug, spinning him around a little. He sobbed as he ran his fingers through Kokichi’s hair.

“It really is you...you really are alive...” he trailed off.

“Yes, it is indeed me, my beloved.” Kokichi said.

They dropped to their knees on the ground as Shuichi pulled away, cupping Kokichi’s cheeks.

“But...how...?” he choked out.

“Soooooo, you remember how I said I wanted to become someone that was worthy of you?” Kokichi asked.

Shuichi slowly nodded.

“Yes...what about it?” he answered.

“This was all a part of that.” Kokichi cupped Shuichi’s cheeks, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “In order to become someone who was worthy of standing by your side, I had to kill off the old me. So, I made arrangements with my organization and we staged it to make it look like I had fallen into a deep ditch while I was on my walk and died as a result. As soon as the whole world knew that Kokichi Ouma was dead, I hid out at my secret base in Europe and began to try and start over. I got a new look, new clothes, and I even changed my name.” he explained.

“You changed your name?” Shuichi asked.

“I did! My new name is Kichirou Seiichi.” Kokichi chirped.

“I see...but, I can still call you Kokichi, right?”

“Of course you can. Just not in public, alright?”

Shuichi nodded in response, causing Kokichi to smile.

“Good.” he said, leaning in to kiss Shuichi on the lips.

Shuichi kissed back, pulling Kokichi close to him.

How long had he been waiting for this moment?

How long had he been waiting to hold Kokichi in his arms, kiss him, and let him know just how much he loved him?

Too damn long, he realized.

They pulled away from the kiss moments later, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you, Kokichi.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi smiled.

“Love you too, my beloved.” he replied as they kissed again.

Their second kiss was quick and chaste. Kokichi pulled away, stroking Shuichi’s cheek lovingly.

“So...that date you mentioned almost four years ago...are we still on for it?” he asked.

Shuichi smiled.

“Yes, we are.” he replied.

They stood and Shuichi slipped his hand into Kokichi’s. He brought their interlocked hands up and he kissed Kokichi’s knuckles.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

Kokichi giggled.

“Of course! Lead the way, my beloved!” he chirped.

“Alright.” he replied as they left the cemetery hand in hand, ready to embark on a new journey with their newly formed relationship.

#oumasaiweek2k19 #danganronpa v3 #oumasai #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #other ndrv3 characters #day 7 #hope #tbh i almost thought i wasn't going to finish by midnight in my time zone XD #but here i am #i have performed a miracle #and with this #oumasai week 2019 is done!!!#kawaiikichi

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