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KOROSHITE KOROSHITE KOROSHITE
Muse Intro
Current Event
...Someone's Here...
You had been out doing who knows what, when you eventually passed by a more sketchy part of town. Maybe not a great idea, but then you heard laughter coming from a dark alleyway. Just quiet giggles at first, but then it eventually evolved into manic, jittery laughter. By this point, your interest had been piqued, so you decided to take a look inside the alley, and what you saw... was shocking.
There was a young man in a straightjacket, covered in blood. He was wearing a mouth guard, presumably to protect someone from biting and spitting. One half of his face was adorned with a black mask and a distinct red eye mark, while the other half contained only a red eye that seemed out of place on this man. Once you had noticed all this, the laughter suddenly stopped as an eerie, sing-song voice called out to you.
"Come out, come out, wherever you areeeeee~" he cooed, standing up, curiously without the use of his arms. His movements all seem very whimsical and creepy, purely because he never even tries to use his arms for this, as any sane person would. Without warning, he suddenly begins heading for you. What do you do?
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Saihara's breath hitched, lips pursed together as his eyes danced around the area, surveying his best escape method. Gently wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, the boy grabbed a can of pepper spray from his bag, brandishing the tall can.
"St-Stay away! I have a weapon and I'm n-not afraid to use it!" What a lie, Saihara could never physically harm someone, even for their own safety. Digging around in his pocket, his hands landed on the hilt of a pocket knife, thumb grazing the switch to flick it out as he prepared to show it off if necessary.
"Oh~? Not afraid to use it~?" Kokichi purred, only coming closer. He leans in, so that his face is right up against Shuichi's, a wicked smile donning his face. "Why don't you prove it then, little boy~?" How rude!!
Flick. They instinctively pulled out their knife and pressed it to Ouma's neck. Their fingers struggled to situate on the trigger of the pepper spray, breathing raggedly. It took him a moment to suck it up and spray, lips pressing together in pity. "I-I said I'd use it, s-sorry..."
And Kokichi's load groans of pain also seem to hold a deep sense of masochistic pleasure, almost as though he was enjoying the pain of being pepper sprayed. "Kya~! Such wonderful despair~!"
"What the fuck," he whispered, the swear being foreign on his tongue. A soft look of disgust plagued his face, but he couldn't bring himself to run. He was scared, but reasonably so.
...Someone's Here...
You had been out doing who knows what, when you eventually passed by a more sketchy part of town. Maybe not a great idea, but then you heard laughter coming from a dark alleyway. Just quiet giggles at first, but then it eventually evolved into manic, jittery laughter. By this point, your interest had been piqued, so you decided to take a look inside the alley, and what you saw... was shocking.
There was a young man in a straightjacket, covered in blood. He was wearing a mouth guard, presumably to protect someone from biting and spitting. One half of his face was adorned with a black mask and a distinct red eye mark, while the other half contained only a red eye that seemed out of place on this man. Once you had noticed all this, the laughter suddenly stopped as an eerie, sing-song voice called out to you.
"Come out, come out, wherever you areeeeee~" he cooed, standing up, curiously without the use of his arms. His movements all seem very whimsical and creepy, purely because he never even tries to use his arms for this, as any sane person would. Without warning, he suddenly begins heading for you. What do you do?
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Saihara's breath hitched, lips pursed together as his eyes danced around the area, surveying his best escape method. Gently wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, the boy grabbed a can of pepper spray from his bag, brandishing the tall can.
"St-Stay away! I have a weapon and I'm n-not afraid to use it!" What a lie, Saihara could never physically harm someone, even for their own safety. Digging around in his pocket, his hands landed on the hilt of a pocket knife, thumb grazing the switch to flick it out as he prepared to show it off if necessary.
"Oh~? Not afraid to use it~?" Kokichi purred, only coming closer. He leans in, so that his face is right up against Shuichi's, a wicked smile donning his face. "Why don't you prove it then, little boy~?" How rude!!
Flick. They instinctively pulled out their knife and pressed it to Ouma's neck. Their fingers struggled to situate on the trigger of the pepper spray, breathing raggedly. It took him a moment to suck it up and spray, lips pressing together in pity. "I-I said I'd use it, s-sorry..."
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
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"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
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"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"
"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.
"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.
His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"
"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.
Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't owe me details, I promise. I know it must be scary to talk about." He gently smiles, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting some onto his palm, and then repeating the action with conditioner. "Alright, I'm going to do it now. No need to panic, I'll be as gentle as I can." And he leans forward, gently massaging the soaps into Shuichi's scalp. Being the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he's very good at taking care of people.
Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.
"Sugarplum? You okay? You're allowed to tell me to stop, Hun. I'll never continue without your approval," he reassures, his hands becoming gentler in their movements.
"N-No! I'm...'m fine, Ouma-san..." He murmured, glancing down. "I'm okay, 's okay..." His lips parted as he repeated himself, rubbing his eyes gently.
"Okay... If you ever want me to stop doing anything because you're uncomfortable with it, let me know," he says softly, voice gentle and caring as can be, warm as the sun. "What part of staying with someone friendly are you most excited for?" He figures reinforcing those ideas of positivity and happiness will help those ideologies become more associated with him in Shuichi's mind, letting him know that he's a safe person to be around.
His lips pressed together in thought. "Cuddles," he said firmly after a moment or so. "I-I really like cuddles, so I g-guess that would be what I'm most excited f-for. They're nice and warm, make me feel wanted."
...Someone's Here...
You had been out doing who knows what, when you eventually passed by a more sketchy part of town. Maybe not a great idea, but then you heard laughter coming from a dark alleyway. Just quiet giggles at first, but then it eventually evolved into manic, jittery laughter. By this point, your interest had been piqued, so you decided to take a look inside the alley, and what you saw... was shocking.
There was a young man in a straightjacket, covered in blood. He was wearing a mouth guard, presumably to protect someone from biting and spitting. One half of his face was adorned with a black mask and a distinct red eye mark, while the other half contained only a red eye that seemed out of place on this man. Once you had noticed all this, the laughter suddenly stopped as an eerie, sing-song voice called out to you.
"Come out, come out, wherever you areeeeee~" he cooed, standing up, curiously without the use of his arms. His movements all seem very whimsical and creepy, purely because he never even tries to use his arms for this, as any sane person would. Without warning, he suddenly begins heading for you. What do you do?
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Saihara's breath hitched, lips pursed together as his eyes danced around the area, surveying his best escape method. Gently wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, the boy grabbed a can of pepper spray from his bag, brandishing the tall can.
"St-Stay away! I have a weapon and I'm n-not afraid to use it!" What a lie, Saihara could never physically harm someone, even for their own safety. Digging around in his pocket, his hands landed on the hilt of a pocket knife, thumb grazing the switch to flick it out as he prepared to show it off if necessary.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"
"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.
"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.
His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"
"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.
Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't owe me details, I promise. I know it must be scary to talk about." He gently smiles, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting some onto his palm, and then repeating the action with conditioner. "Alright, I'm going to do it now. No need to panic, I'll be as gentle as I can." And he leans forward, gently massaging the soaps into Shuichi's scalp. Being the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he's very good at taking care of people.
Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.
"Sugarplum? You okay? You're allowed to tell me to stop, Hun. I'll never continue without your approval," he reassures, his hands becoming gentler in their movements.
"N-No! I'm...'m fine, Ouma-san..." He murmured, glancing down. "I'm okay, 's okay..." His lips parted as he repeated himself, rubbing his eyes gently.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"
"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.
"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.
His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"
"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.
Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't owe me details, I promise. I know it must be scary to talk about." He gently smiles, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting some onto his palm, and then repeating the action with conditioner. "Alright, I'm going to do it now. No need to panic, I'll be as gentle as I can." And he leans forward, gently massaging the soaps into Shuichi's scalp. Being the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he's very good at taking care of people.
Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"
"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.
"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.
His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"
"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.
Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"
"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.
"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.
His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"
"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"
He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.
Slowly leaning over, he stuck his hand under the stream and squeaked as he almost lost balance. "Mh..Mhm. I-It's...unusually w-warm, but okay." His head turned back to face the boy, a scared look in his eyes. He was vulnerable- and he'd been taken advantage of many times before. Of course he'd be scared. The boy had many scars and bruises on him, along his shins, inner thighs, there was even visible rope burn on his neck. Instinctively, he began to scratch at the wounds on his arms, sighing and relaxing visibly as they re-opened and blood slowly began trickling out. "I'm..kinda nervous."
@the-real-kokichi-ouma
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.
"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.
He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.
"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."
"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"
"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."
⸸ POOR, POOR BOY
You, for some reason, were walking in the public park on your local college campus. Many out-of-towners found the location odd, but you were okay with it. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curled up college student. He had uniquely blue hair, shining with grease as it stuck to his scalp in it's long unwashed form. It made you itch just looking at it.
The boy's face was obscured, choked little sobs heard faintly. Was he crying? He had to be, no,one else was in this corner of the park. His hands looked scuffed and bruised, scalp covered in cuts and blood. He was dirty, and it was obvious. His entire prescense was pathetic, frail body shaking as he coughed and cried, whimpers and whines escaping him.
This is a non-despair AU containing yandere Saihara. Dark content will be played here, such as portrayals of eds, bpd, severe depression, crippling anxiety, and other serious mental issues. I do not condone his actions.
@morals-and-florals @floral-samurai @the-real-kokichi-ouma (any of your blogs work ^^) @theultimatemoralcompass @chaoticblogofmuses @the-friendly-entomologist @human-monokuma or anyone else, apologies as I am not all too good with remembering tags.
(( Trim! ))
"Then we call it a non-consensual sexual act. Or, since that's a mouthful, sexual assault. Sexual assault is always wrong and never the victim's fault. You were the victim," he says in a tender voice, leaving no room for doubt that he's on Shuichi's side. "No need to eat so slowly. I promise, you'll get to eat every single day, three times a day. I'll even teach you to make some of the simpler things so you can always make yourself something if I'm not home. Sometimes I spend the night at my best friend's house."
"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.
Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.
The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."