hii ! I hope you had a good day or night so far !
I really love how you write kokichi, so I was wondering , if requests are open . . .
Could you write kokichi x reader , which reader is very quiet and kind of emotionless but like very sweet and affectionate unintentionally ?
If you decide to do this, please take your time ! Have a good day and stay hydrated and keep up the good work ! 💗💗
"Hii !! Thank you so much, that seriously made my day 💕 I’m so glad you like the way I write Kokichi, he’s such a fun character to work with! And yes, requests are open, so I’d love to write that for you 💜 A quiet, emotionless but unintentionally affectionate Reader sounds like such a cute dynamic with him! I wrote some headcanons and then a one-shot at the end!
Kokichi With a Quiet But Sweet Reader
You’re quiet, stoic, and polite. Kokichi is loud, clingy, and flirty. People assume you hate him.
Kokichi is obsessed with trying to get a reaction out of you. He’ll dramatically fake injuries, loudly proclaim his love, or accuse you of being an alien spy, just to see if you’ll crack a smile or gasp.
You're calm to the point where Kokichi initially thinks you’re ignoring him or find him annoying… but when you casually do things like hand him his favorite candy or brush lint off his jacket, he realizes you’re just really soft in your own way.
He starts calling you things like “Robot-Chan,” “Miss Stoic,” or “Secret Agent Snugglebug,” constantly teasing you for being unreadable.
But deep down, he loves that you’re a safe, grounding presence. Your stillness comforts him in a world that feels loud and fake.
You’re very quiet about your feelings, but your actions scream affection. You’ll bring him food without saying a word, straighten his scarf for him, or lean your head on his shoulder and not move for twenty minutes.
Kokichi melts every time you initiate physical affection, even something small like linking pinkies while walking is enough to send him into a giggle fit. (Even if you only did it to stop him from running into oncoming traffic)
You never say “I love you” first, but when he says it (usually dramatically, like “I’d die for you, y’know! So say it back!”), you’ll quietly respond with, “...I know. I made you your favorite lunch today.”
(He’s stunned speechless every time.)
You’re unintentionally affectionate in a way that feels natural, like holding his hand while talking to someone else, or gently touching his face to wipe something off without thinking twice.
He pretends to be annoyed that you never show big emotions, but he’ll brag to the others behind your back about how “[Name] is the most loyal and caring person ever, even if they never laugh at my hilarious jokes!!”
He exaggerates his own reactions to contrast with your calmness, if you blink slowly, he gasps dramatically; if you say “okay,” he acts like you just confessed your eternal love.
But if you do smile even just a little? He will not shut up about it for the next 48 hours. “Did you SEE THAT? My little snow statue actually SMILED. I’m a miracle worker!”
He’ll crawl into your lap uninvited and try to make you cuddle him, even if you’re reading or doing something else. If you quietly pet his hair, he will fall asleep instantly.
You’re the only one he allows to see him when he’s vulnerable. When he gets overwhelmed or panicky, your calm demeanor is like a safe blanket.
You often just appear by his side without saying anything, and he’s gotten so used to it he just hands you whatever he’s holding, like, “Here’s a juice box. I knew you were coming.”
Sometimes he’ll ask random questions just to see how you answer. “Would you still like me if I had a frog head?” You: ”I’d knit you a hat for it.”
Kokichi Ouma wasn’t exactly used to silence.
No, scratch that... he hated silence.
Silence was boring. Silence was awkward. Silence didn’t give him anything to bounce off of.
But for some reason, when it came to you, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t boring. It was... dangerous.
Because every time you said nothing, every time you just looked at him with that blank, unreadable expression, his heart did something stupid like flutter.
“You really are a robot, y’know that?” he said dramatically, throwing himself across your lap like a fainting nobleman. “No offense. Just stating facts. Like a scientist. A very handsome, very underappreciated scientist.”
You blinked slowly. “…You’re crushing the bag of chips.”
Kokichi blinked back at you. “Oh nooo, not the chips!” he wailed, sitting upright just enough to fish out the now-crinkled snack bag from under his elbow. “Is this what betrayal feels like?”
You didn’t answer. You just reached over without a word and smoothed out his hair, tucking a stray piece behind his ear before going back to your book like you hadn’t just casually short-circuited his entire brain.
Kokichi stared at you in stunned silence.
“…You did that on purpose,” he whispered, voice cracking a little.
“That. The hair thing. You’re trying to kill me with affection. Slowly. Strategically. You’re a menace.”
You just handed him a juice box.
It went on like that for weeks.
Kokichi would come into the room yelling, throwing glitter, doing backflips, anything for attention, and you’d just look at him, unimpressed. You rarely smiled, never laughed. Just watched. Silently. Calmly.
But then you’d do something ridiculous. Quietly open the door for him when his hands were full. Put his scarf around his neck without a word when it was cold. Offer your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You never meant to be affectionate. You were just like that. Soft. Warm. Steady.
And it was driving him insane.
“You’re a villain,” he muttered one afternoon, curled up next to you like a cat, his head resting on your shoulder. “A criminal mastermind. You’ve outplayed me.”
You tilted your head slightly toward him. “Hm.”
“‘Hm,’ they say,” he mocked gently, eyes squinting at your profile. “You’re planning something. I know you are. You’re secretly trying to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?”
“I’m not doing it on purpose.”
You adjusted his scarf again. He hadn’t even realized it was crooked.
You didn’t notice the way his ears turned red.
The breaking point came on a chilly, windy afternoon. Kokichi had been running his mouth all day, spinning some outrageous tale about aliens, or poison-tasting schools, or something equally chaotic.
You weren’t really listening, he didn’t expect you to, but when he said he wasn’t feeling great, you looked up immediately.
“Do you want to lie down?”
Kokichi blinked. “You offering your lap again?”
He flopped down without hesitation, head in your lap, grinning. “Teehee~! I knew you’d cave! You love me.”
“I do,” you said, brushing his bangs back gently with your fingers.
“Wait. Wh-What did you just say?”
You kept brushing his hair. “I love you.”
“You’re joking,” he said, voice shaking slightly. “That was too casual. You can’t just, say that, with no warning!”
“I made you soup, too,” you added. “It’s in your room.”
“You made me soup,” he repeated.
He stared at you like you’d grown a second head. “You… I…” His hands flailed helplessly for a second before he buried his face in your shoulder and let out the most muffled scream you’d ever heard.
You blinked. “…Are you okay?”
“No! I mean yes! I mean stop being so nice to me when you look like you feel nothing!” he yelled, voice muffled into your shirt. “It’s like being stabbed by butterflies! It’s not fair!”
You gently patted his back.
He eventually calmed down, of course. Mostly. But from that point on, Kokichi decided that you were dangerous.
You with your soft hands, and blank face, and terrifying ability to say the most heart-shattering things in the most casual tone.
You who offered affection like it was nothing. You who didn’t even realize the effect you had on him.
Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate the support 💜 Requests are open, so feel free to send one in if you have an idea, I'd love to hear it! 💌
