k i d d i n g !

"That's not faaair! You can't be the only one who gets to show off! I'll introduce myself, too! Well.. whatever. I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! By the way, I learned the hard way that robots can't be trusted. If you meet one by the name of Kiibo, then run! He has a knife! It's not a lie, okay? Nee-heehee!!" . . . .: kokichi ouma rp blog :. Hummingbird Hotel ♚ Room #707 {{ Affiliated with Stella City }}

[horseruler]

my neme, neme, oooo..

[horseruler]

kusamochilover ♚

Damn. Seemed like Hajime had to do better if he wanted to get any actual information from not Stella. He was anything but experienced in lies and deceit so he would be having a hard time keeping up this act. Still, he was willing to keep trying if it meant he could learn something about his… whatever this person was to him 

Hajime shook his head before he picked up the pace again. The sight of Hummingbird Hotel in the distance was a big relief. He couldn’t wait to be safely and warmly inside his room. 

“Would you rather have me hang up the call? I don’t want to be keeping you up.” Of course, Hajime didn’t actually care about that, but he had to stay in character. “Hey babe, I don’t think I will be coming home tonight. Don’t worry your pretty little head too much about me. You can probably find me on some bench tomorrow morning.”

“That won’t do, senpai!” As Kokichi spoke, he played with the super secret formula he had created just now. This horrendous mix between cola and Doritos… Kokichi wasn’t sure what he was going to call it, but he certainly wasn’t going to drink it himself. Regardless, he had more things to do than just scare Hajime. He was a busy guy!

Kokichi took a bottle and carefully put the gross substance inside. While he got to work, he used his earphones to listen to whatever Hajime was going on about. Something about sleeping outside? Kokichi sure latched onto a mysterious fella here. He chuckled and exited his room with the bottle of… something. It didn’t take long for him to enter the lift and go downstairs, all the way towards the ground floor. Kokichi was on a mission and his destination was the restaurant.

“I want to make sure you get back safe and sound, you know? That’s why you gotta return home. I’ll make sure to watch over you-- oh, hold up, honey. My muffins are burning!” And once he had hummed that, the lift arrived to its destination. Kokichi was a little paranoid, not really keen on having others hear him talking while he was threatening someone lovingly, so he muted his own microphone for now and glanced around.

Perfect. There was no one in the way of him and the restaurant.

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hokkeniin ♚

      There’s something fishy here, definitely. He suddenly looks much better, but she figures it’s too late to go back now. She’ll just play along for now. There should be no harm in doing that, right? He seemed satisfied with the outcome, so that means she did something he liked. She’s not about to back down after this. No, no, that just won’t happen. 

      “ A-alright, I’ll go get you that water and I’ll be back in a little bit… ” She steps out of the nurse’s office and down the hallway she goes. Thankfully, there are vending machines not too far from the office, so she inserts a coin and grabs the water bottle. Once back inside, she places it on the bedside table closest to his bed and stares at him briefly as she thinks. He might already be asleept, but she decides to speak out loud anyway.

      “ Um… I-I’ll be over at that table, s-so… “ Nevermind, this is embarrassing, she’ll just shut up and go. If he heard her, he probably got the idea anyway.

Alright, now that Mikan was gone, the small devil had decided to up his prank level. He quickly got out of bed and started fluffing the bed up with pillows to make it look like a person was resting there. It was a fast job, but something Kokichi felt like he could be proud of. Afterwards, he hid himself behind the door and stood in wait.

Once Mikan returned, Kokichi decided to make his strike. He jumped out at her and in a short burst, yelled a hard “Boo!”. Laughter followed afterwards, as he smirked at Mikan and swayed around.

“Nee-heehee… I got you!” Kokichi put his arms behind his neck while he spoke. “Ne, ne, did that surprise you? Were you scared? To be honest, I’m completely okay, Nurse-chan~”

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stylishbeat ♚

And there it was, an appellative that hasn’t been used in an awfully long time. The adventurer hadn’t realized how much he missed being referred to as such, not until now. Perhaps it might be safer to say that he allegedly chose not to think too much about it, considering the strange circumstances that they found themselves in. Nonetheless, being called as such doesn’t only help bring a smile to Rantarou’s lips, but it melts him on the inside; happiness cannot be contained, neither put into simple words.

Kokichi remains unchanged, maintaining the upbeat, chipper attitude. To some, he might be a trickster, yet Rantarou himself knows that there’s a lot more that hides underneath the facade put up. The other was no different from his own siblings in some aspects, which explains the reason being his attachment. He was, in a way, the closest thing Rantarou had as a reminder of what awaited for him back home.

“Haha… You got me there, Ouma-kun.” There’s no resistance put up when the other ushers him inside the shop. He’d have walked in there willingly, but this was alright too – this was them, captured in a moment that Rantarou would infinitely cherish. “I was planning to get something for us, but you saw right through me. I wouldn’t pass up on treatin’ you, especially not after…” Words trail off and, with a hand clasped at the back of his neck, Rantarou smiled knowingly at the other.

There was an abundance of cakes, pastries and sweets of all kinds placed up on display; anything one would desire for, it would surely be found there and even more past that. “So, what’ll it be? I’m considering a strawberry shortcake here.”

“It can’t be helped then, huh? You’re so helpless, big brother! So I’ll show you around like a true younger brother should. Capiche?”

“The chocolate cake. And then a strawberry shortcake for you.” His answer came out determined and bright. Kokichi pressed his fingers against the glass to show what exactly he had meant. The smirk on his own face was mischievous as his plan was set in motion. Not only Rantarou would buy him his lunch, but they would get to spend some time together. There was no better outcome than this.

“Say, Rantarou-niichan.” For now, he decided to keep up conversation as he made the shopkeer pack up the cakes. Kokichi was a busy guy, so he wanted to explore the city as much as he could. Maybe check out Fairy Fountain or the like. “You haven’t been for long around here, have you? Have you gotten lost yet? Maybe you need my directions? Nee-heehee...”

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prisonserve  ♚

Blue midget..? Look at yourself, you purple gremlin.

Anyways, yes, that had exactly been what Ryoma was getting at. He had to admit that he did not have a perfect grip on what kind of person Ouma was, and frankly, he seemed to exhausting for him to deal with on a daily basis to begin with. Despite all that, fighting a cat over something he found in the trash… Didn’t sound too unreasonable, tragically enough.

More shockingly, however, was that absolutely clearly, Ouma had absolutely no idea on how to handle a cat, clear by the incorrect way of picking it up and holding it too tightly, to not noticing the angry swishing tail. Ryoma couldn’t even suggest in time that he put down the cat, as the cat had in fact taken matters into her own hands already.

“Is that what you think, now..?”

He looked down at the cat as she played with the chain, batting at it with her paw until she flopped on her side. Her fur looked soft, signifying a healthy and well-fed cat… Perhaps that’s why the calico was so quick to discard the tuna after being picked up?

Regardless- no collar or anything of the sorts. It was almost strange to have a cat like this wander around. Sure, it might be an outdoor cat, but he assumed those would wear a collar… Still, she’s pretty round for her size, so, certainly, someone’s feeding her, right..?

“That’s just because she’s a socialised house cat. There’s probably a concerned owner somewhere. See? Her fur is soft, so she’s probably healthy and well-fed.”

Though, wasn’t she a little too fat..? He knows it’s easy to spoil a cat, but if they get too round, their weight would just get in the way of movement, right..?

It was hard to talk to Ryouma sometimes. That was Kokichi’s fault, really. He was well aware that his nature to screw around very well clashed with Ryouma, who was fairly grounded and rational with how he approached situations. The leader let out a sigh as he watched the cat play around. His eyes gazed upon the cat, before they looked back to the person in front of him.

“Eh…?” He tilted his head at the other’s comment and tapped at his own chin for a moment. “I don’t know about that, Hoshi-chan. As far as I know, she’s always been dumpster diving here with me. I call her Bento… because she always goes for the lunch boxes first-- and look, she looks like one, too, right? I know I’m pretty good at naming.”

Kokichi grabbed a hold of the thin line of fabric that hung from his trousers and used it to swing it around the mentioned cat a few times. He smirked, watching her play with it. “She’s pretty tame, but only because the people around here feed her.”

“But yanno.. If you’re that concerned, you could always take her to the pet shelter. If she has a chip, she got an owner… right? And if she doesn’t, then you should just take care of her. I don’t really feed her good things around here. Just scraps. Nee-heehee...”

[horseruler]

my neme, neme, oooo..

[horseruler]

kusamochilover ♚

The things Stella was telling him over the phone, as well as the loud noises in the background, did little to soothe Hajime’s nerves. He unwittingly had started to walk even faster. There wasn’t a lot more he could handle until he would be running again.

“You’re not making any sense.” Hacking databases? Making love potions? How was Hajime to believe any of that to be true? “I’m calling you because I demand an explanation.”

Hajime froze at Stella’s last question. Being asked such a thing made him highly uncomfortable, even if he knew this was a prank and nothing more. This would have been a good time to hang up on Stella and Hajime would have if it hadn’t been for the idea which suddenly came to mind. 

“How do I get home again? I might not be fully sober.”

The last part wasn’t a lie. He hadn’t consumed anything during his shift, but the fumes coming from the drinks he had been pouring all night were enough to make him slightly intoxicated. 

If Hajime wanted to win this little game of theirs he had to start playing as well. 

Tut, tut, tut. It took a little more effort to fool Kokichi, you know? He knew the other knew just as much about himself as he did of Hajime. Therefore, it would take some time for either of them to gather the information about each other that they needed. Which was fine, really. Kokichi just had to make sure to gather the information faster than Hajime could.

“You don’t remember? Oh... senpai. I know that amount of alcohol is not enough to make you lose your way.” There was a snicker under Kokichi’s breath, as he made sure to time his comeback rather well.

“Unless my presence intoxicated you? In that case, you should just track me down and visit me~ You already are keeping me up late as it is.”

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hokkeniin ♚

      …Alright, he might not be a child after all. Nonetheless, Mikan sends a worried look over to him and watches him lay down on the bed. Well, he certainly didn’t look well to her, and as a nurse ( and other reasons ), she must take care of him… She walks a little closer and quickly looks him over for any visible symptoms.

      “ W-well, you don’t seem to have any external injuries, so… “ her gaze flickers from him to the floor and back for a moment before she continues her sentence. “ …I-if your head hurts, o-or anything, I can give you some medicine for that… “ Fingers fidgeting ever so slightly, she gives him one last piece of advice.

      “ B-but if nothing hurts, you should just lay there and r-rest. “ 

S.... SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!

Was the other falling for his trickery? She was, wasn’t she? One whole victory for the Great Supreme Ruler! This felt like something he could chalk down in his own resumé. Tricked a nurse, a type of specialist in a certain field? Done. He did it. Nothing could top this now.

“You make a fair point, Nurse-chan.” Kokichi rolled onto his side and dove into the covers. “Ne, ne, I’ll go sleep here for a while then, okay? Oh, but if you can maybe can get me some water, that would be great! Nee-heehee...”

By now, it didn’t even seem like he was going to bother lying about his state of well being anymore. How quickly he was to give up... or did he just happen to notice that Mikan wasn’t the official Nurse here? If only we knew. Either way, he made sure to curl up and close his eyes.

[specialrobotboy-blog]

Amuse me

[horseruler]

specialrobotboy ♚

“Yes, dirty. It smelled just like you.” Kiibo didn’t think Ouma’s scent to be revolting. Instead, he found it to be… distracting? Either way, he wasn’t wearing that scarf until it had been washed. “While we are on the subject, do you bath regularly? Humans should shower every other day or at least three times a week to stay clean. I know this.”

Kiibo had been about to propose helping Ouma wash his back while bathing if necessary when out of nowhere Ouma slapped something around his arm. Taking a moment to register something had happened, Kiibo gradually moved his gaze down to find he had been handcuffed to the other.

“What is the meaning of this?! Do not give friendship bracelets a bad name! Why did you handcuff us to each other?! Take these off at once!”

"Eeeeeeeeh?” Kokichi sneered at that, but smirked while watching the other’s response. “But isn’t this nice in its own way? We get to spend a quality time together like this! Since you are here anyway, why don’t we play a game?”

He took a hold of the other’s hands to prevent more of the flailing (since it hurt his wrist too), and then forced Kiibo into a small dance before he pushed him onto a cluttered bed. There were papers everywhere, most with intricate designs of complex or playful inventions he had thought of on the fly. A recipe for a nonsensical love potion fell on the floor. Kokichi made sure to jump on top of the robot and leaned over, laughing mischievously like he always would.

“If you don’t like being stuck to me, then you simply need to find the key. I have hidden it somewhere in this room, behind a few traps and riddles.” Or more like, behind an elaborate Death Note-esque hiding mechanism that served no purpose other than to amuse his own trickery. Kokichi knew how to watch his anime well.

“Or you could serve me for 24 hours like the servant you should be. Remember that you joined my organization? It means that you have to accompany me during my daily missions.”

Kokichi pulled Kiibo in a little closer by moving his wrist back. He stared him right in the eyes. “Well? What will it be? Just so you know, my desk drawer explodes if you don’t open it the right way. I got tired of people copying my homework.”

[horseruler]

my neme, neme, oooo..

[horseruler]

kusamochilover ♚

Hoping this action wouldn’t get him murdered later, Kokichi betted his life on an apology he would offer Maki later for this trouble.

Maki Harukawa… Hajime doubted that was the real name of whatever prankster he was on the phone with right now. The cool night air did help to calm Hajime down a bit before he continued the conversation. 

“Sure, and my name is Aries. What do you need, Stella?” 

As he spoke he started walking again. His stalker, or whomever this was, didn’t seem to be following him that moment, so he might as well try to get home before the clock would strike an unholy hour. 

“What are you doing at this hour, babe?”

“You want us to have pet names now? Of the sheep who are in power?” Kokichi laughed at that, but he didn’t mind. If anything, using a fake name as such was much easier on him than something like Maki’s name. He licked his lips before he continued his trail of lies.

“Ne, ne, are you that interested in me?” He rolled over his bed and carefully ate another spoonful of ice cream. Maybe he ought to put it back in the freezer though, so he eventually got up and proceeded to do so. Tummy aches coming up, and all. Tragedy. “That’s a wild move of you, senpai. But I don’t mind indulging you, you know?”

His hands moved to place the dessert in the freezer and he simply continued, keeping the phone lovingly to his ear. “There’s nothing special about me, though? Finding you was a fortunate side effect from hacking into a certain database. To be honest, I didn’t even plan on this outcome. I had just planned to slip you some of my love potion instead.”

Kokichi slammed his hand on the blender he had been fiddling with much earlier, from way before this conversation started. A loud noise was created in the background as he was... mixing Doritos and cola. This was just a horror drink he was going to feed to someone tomorrow. Luckily that someone was not Hajime. An evil villain always had to be prepared for whoever, you know?

“And making love potions takes a certain amount of dedication, too, you know? I finally perfected my recipe. Did you know the recent mushrooms work really well to attract people? It’s true! There’s a purple one with green that’s just perfect for the job.” Was he talking about the Stellashroom? The one mushroom that apparently had no side effects whatsoever? Yes, he was.

“But enough about me. I know I don’t have to ask, but what are you up to now that you are calling with me? Are you enjoying yourself?” He could tell that Hajime had been walking, so he dared to ask; “When are you coming home?”

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Ki-bo and Ouma in ‘Killing Time’ by Takada Fumiko (scans by @manlyronpa)

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hokkeniin ♚

      In between having classes and doing her assigned homework inside her hotel room, Mikan likes to pass by the nurse’s office and help out whenever necessary. Even if her intentions aren’t actually helping and more having others depend on her. Either way, she had been asked to put away some medicine on the shelves, and that is exactly what she proceeds to do.

      Hearing the door open, the female turns her head to look at who had moved it only to find…. is that a child? She blinks once, twice, before putting away the rest of the bottles and closing the cabinet. She takes a few steps to get closer to the other — but not too close — and speaks softly. Maybe too softly, but she can’t do much better, really.

      “ Um… H-how can I help you…? “

Kokichi had eventually given in to the sheep of these lands. Being told to go to school was one thing, but to actually obey? It left a sour taste in the mouth of the Ultimate Supreme Leader, so as a result, he didn’t come in very often. He glanced towards Mikan as she spoke to him.

“Oh... don’t mind me.” He answered weakly, trying to fake his own sickness. It was just his luck to be found by some kind of nurse while he was skipping class. What on earth did Kokichi do to deserve this? He just wanted to sleep. “My head suddenly started to spin while I was in class, so they told me to rest here.” Kokichi took a seat on one of the beds and lay down.

“Actually, I think I might have caught the flu. I’ll rest up a bit more before I infect the others.”

[specialrobotboy-blog]

Amuse me

[horseruler]

specialrobotboy ♚

The sudden explosion of confetti had Kiibo take a step back and put his hands up in the air defenselessly. Ouma immediately took advantage of that by grabbing Kiibo and pulling him inside. Only once Kiibo got past his initial shock did Ouma’s words register with him.

“You remembered…” Kiibo muttered, the realization that Ouma was willing to spend time with him today bringing a faint blush to his cheeks.

Never before had a friend wished Kiibo a happy birthday. Professor Idabashi might have, but figuring out if the memories of them spending time together on Kiibo’s birthday were fake or not would only hurt him. Kiibo chose to ignore these memories and instead concentrate on the here and now. 

He wouldn’t have thought the here and now would entail being questioned, however. As soon as Ouma mentioned the scarf he had given him, Kiibo realized that he had made a mistake. It was social etiquette to show gratitude for a gift by using it, was it not? 

“Ah, sorry. I haven’t gotten around to washing it yet. It was quite dirty.”

Dirty? A scarf given to him by the great Kokichi Ouma? How rude! Sure, the boy had been rolling through the leaves before he gave the article, but that didn’t warrant to call it dirty? As a matter of a fact, it was quite clean compared to all those times Kokichi had rolled in the garbage.

“Hm... So it was dirty.” While Kokichi dug into his own pocket, he came closer as he slowly drawled out the words. It didn’t take a lot of hesitation for him to grab Kiibo’s hand in his own, after which he slapped an item around the robot’s wrist with a deft motion. “Nee-heehee... then I’ll give you something else instead.”

Kokichi laughed as he did the same to his own wrist, holding up his hand after he finished cuffing himself to Kiibo. It was quite a rusty set of handcuffs, but it seemed to do the trick just fine. “Look! It’s a friendship bracelet! Courtesy of me, the Ultimate Supreme Ruler, of course!”

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specialbugboy ♚

Had he seen the exit? The question puts his thoughts a few steps back, as he tries to recall the order in which the events had played out.

“Yes, Gonta….go through tunnel, and….” He trails off briefly, but picks up his explanation quickly; “Ah, maybe Gonta didn’t see exit, but friends must have taken Gonta out! And then Gonta sleep too much, so friends go….”

That’s about as much as he can grasp of the situation, but there’s a lot of holes in this, no? After all, if all of his friends had exited, then they’d know exactly what he’d be talking about…..

This line of thought doesn’t hit Gonta, however. Instead, he focuses on what Kokichi mentions next. “Ah….yes! Gonta find many bugs here, this place is great! Much better place!” If he had any on hand, he’d eagerly show them off, but aww, how (un)lucky of you! It looks like you’re safe…for now.

Guh! As much as Kokichi was happy to see another friend, he really wasn’t in the mood for another Meet & Greet with the bugs around time. A drop of sweat rolled down his cheek as he remembered the traumatic event. Trying to make himself appear as fine, he soon laughed it off.

“Riiiiiiight? I knew you would be happy here!” Kokichi almost bounced in his spot as he gave Gonta a pat on the back. Nothing about what the Tarzan boy had said until now made sense, but Kokichi would get to it later. “Say, where do you stay? Did they tell you to go to school?”

“Oh! We should go greet Aries and Stella together!” And then preferably beat them down using Gonta’s strength. Sounded like a great way to spend their time, wouldn’t you agree?

[horseruler]

my neme, neme, oooo..

[horseruler]

kusamochilover ♚

No sooner had the voice over Hajime’s smartphone called him darling or Hajime had chocked on his own spit. He coughed loudly in the empty alley, gasping for air in between coughs. Once it was a little bit easier to breathe again, Haijme finally replied angerly. 

“Who is this?! Give me a name!” He would get to the bottom of this goddamnit. 

Oh? This person was so desperate to find out who was haunting him, but Kokichi wouldn’t allow him that pleasure. Knowing fully well that the one who asks the questions is the person who controls the conversation, Kokichi set out to ask Hajime many in return and to turn the tables to drop them both in a personal Hell he had customized for his victim.

“Heeeeeeh? You are that eager to learn about a girl? Just because I took some little interest in you? Tch, tch... such bold actions. Senpai, I really don’t know what to think of you anymore!” He was clearly having too much fun with this. “For the record: you called me. This could be considered as some kind of harassment, you know.”

Resisting a fit of giggles, Kokichi casually continued. “But you may call me... Maki-chan. My name’s Maki Harukawa.”

Hoping this action wouldn’t get him murdered later, Kokichi betted his life on an apology he would offer Maki later for this trouble.

[horseruler]

prisonserve ♚

Z-zombie man..?

He took a moment to let the scene that played out in front of him register. Sadly, he had been right; looks like Ouma had in fact been fighting with a cat over a can of tuna. A cat that he had called a ‘furry trash digger’, despite… Ouma himself being the one to dig around in the trash as well.

Not only that, but… Zombie man?

“So… You weren’t digging through a dumpster for whatever was in the can, and you didn’t fight a cat over it..?”

He sighs before he even receives an answer. This is Ouma, after all, so he can already feel how exhausting this interaction is going to be, and how many poor lies he’s going to have to put up with. The poor thing…

Ah, not Ouma. The cat. That tuna must be way old, or at least dirty. That’s no good.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, either. It’s not like I died,” tragically enough, “and it’s not Halloween yet either, is it?”

Even if it was, it wasn’t like he was dressed up, right? So he didn’t get it. Not that he got Ouma most of the time, however, so maybe he should disregard the comment from now on entirely.

Ah... It wouldn’t really make sense to ask Ryouma whether he got hit on the head, because as far as Kokichi was aware, he knew something worse had happened to the blue midget in front of him. He pouted as he thought about what to say. Then he looked down and wiped the ring he found with a hankerchief from his pocket. Nice and clean, just like dumpster treasure should be.

“Rude?! There are nice things in the trash, but I wouldn’t fight some cat over a can of tuna! Is that what you’re getting at?!” A low whine left his lips after he said that, before he trotted over to the cat and took her in his arms. Without much hesitance, he speed walked over to the other and held her up in front of him.

“Look!” Uh... she was struggling by now and Kokichi wasn’t... sure how to deal with that. Eventually, he got scratched in the hands and let go. A hiss left him but turned into a whimper soon enough. “Damn... ”

But despite all that, the cat strangely didn’t move away. It was almost as if she was not just any kind of stray, but a former house cat type of stray. Kokichi weirdly felt some familiarity in that, but he decided not to comment on it.

“Hey.” He mindlessly watched the cat play with the chain around the other’s ankle. Was the tuna truly that lacking of importance? Then why did they even fight about it in the first place? “I think she likes you... actually.”

[horseruler]

specialrobotboy ♚

argusagonies ♚

shut the hell your mouth @specialrobotboy

      “‘Ey, buttplug, if y’say one more thing about Yang and I, I’m gonna assume that you and the purple rat are a thing!” She’s ready to bite this guy’s shiny metal ass. “Shut yer trap, she’s in love with pussy, not me!”

“We are not… ‘a thing’, I assure you.” Kiibo didn’t even know a word to define their relationship, but ‘a thing’ certainly wasn’t the word he was looking for. “Who is Pussy?”

Meanwhile, from afar...

“...???”

[horseruler]

my neme, neme, oooo..

[horseruler]

kusamochilover ♚

Hajime didn’t hesitate to suddenly disappear into an alley and start running after he had read the messages he had received next. There were no footsteps following behind him, but he didn’t want to take any chances. 

Only once he was sure he should have lost any potential stalker following him he did what any sane person would have done! Absolutely forget that blocking this number was an option and giving this prankster a call instead.

“You better pick up!” Hajime shouted as his smartphone beeped next to his ear. The fact that he didn’t hear a ringtone going off somewhere from within the shadows surrounding him was a relief, but it was still too early to celebrate. His breathing was ragged as he waited for someone to answer his call. 

Oh? That was an unexpected turn of events. Kokichi didn’t mind though, in fact, he welcomed it! Watching the number (which had earlier been saved to Kokichi’s contact list as “Victim #1”) call him, he wondered what to say once he picked up. Perhaps it would do if he made his voice sound a little higher? That wasn’t actually too tricky to do for someone as young as Kokichi.

“Darling!” He exclaimed as soon as he picked up, his voice sounding bubbly and obviously excited. “This is the first time you reach out to me! What did I deserve this for?”

[horseruler]

my neme, neme, oooo..

[horseruler]

kusamochilover ♚

Hajime tried not to let the strange messages bother him. This had to be a prank! Even he could see that. Still, he was too anxious to not check them immediately after receiving them. The cold already did a lot to make colour leave Hajime’s face, but the messages he received next turned his face as white as a sheet. 

“No, this is just a prank…” Hajime told himself, ignoring his panicking mind which was telling him to make a run for it. His hands were trembling even more now (because of the cold, he assured himself) as he typed out another shaky reply. 

「 Yeah? Then what is me babe jackass 」

「 *my name 」 

Hm... So this stranger was getting a little skeptical about Kokichi’s pranking. He supposed he should have expected it, but it got a little monotone and boring to the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s feeling. Nonetheless, he was quick to reply.

「 Did you just call me “babe”? Aw! 」

「 I super love you too! 」

「 doki doki 💕 this makes watching you walk home every day so much more worth it! 」

Of course Kokichi had no way of knowing that Hajime would actually be on and about every day, but it was a reasonable assumption for him to make that he did. After all, regardless of occupation, most people were out almost every day to do the things they had to do. Kokichi, sadly enough, too.