#kairochi

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Momota Kaito/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Momota Kaito, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: spy AU, Misunderstandings, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Sexual Harassment, Jealousy, violent temper, Broken nose Summary:

On the ride back, Kaito can't stop beating himself up over botching their mission. Worse, he's certain that Kurochi is mad at him for it. And even worse still, he can't come up with the words that would make it all right.

So they drive back to the hotel in complete silence, stewing in their agitation, instead.

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Kairochi spy AU!

A late B-day gift for @trans-shuichisaihara since I know he loves Spy AU~

Anyway, happy late birth!!! <3

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{Flipping the bird to God and the Devil}

If it seems too good to be true...

After meeting someone who promises a ritual that can bind the dead back to life, Kaito figures that he and Kurochi don't have much left to lose. As it turns out, however, there is much to lose still.

For the  @badthingshappenbingo - Good intentions, bad results

“I… don’t know about this Kaito.”

“Hey, relax, it’ll be ok. You trust me, right?”

Guilt flooded Kurochi’s expression and he lowered his head. Instantly Kaito felt bad; he hadn’t meant to make it sound like Kurochi was doing anything wrong by being cautious.

“That came out wrong,” he said, quick to try and amend what he caused. “I mean, I know you trust me already, nothing wrong with worrying about it. It’s kinda too good to be true, right?”

Kurochi lifted his face. “Yeah. It is.”

Kaito nodded. “I get it, trust me. But I have a good feeling about this. I mean, what do you got to lose, right? You’re already… I mean, you know…”

“I’m already dead,” Kurochi said, in such a monotone that Kaito winced at how little emotion he put behind his statement.

“Y-yeah. Right, yeah.” Kaito rubbed the back of his head, before shaking his fears away. He infused himself with energy, every bit of enthusiasm the coming miracle deserved. “But not for long! Not after this, so just relax and let me take care of the rest.”

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{Don’t go asking to be a horror movie protagonist when you’re terrified of ghosts}

For the @badthingshappenbingo; prompt: caught in a storm

A sudden storm drives Kaito to seek shelter. Nothing unusual could ever happen in an abandoned house. Ghost AU.

Warnings: Past Suicide

Drizzle turned into downpour, with whipping winds throwing sheets of freezing water directly into his face. Kaito pulled the side of his jacket up as a shield, but it quickly soaked through. His eyes stung, bringing tears in defense of the painful wind.

He didn’t think he’d make it home like this.

Quickly he scanned the street, hoping for an overhang to huddle underneath until the worst of the storm passed. Miraculously, he saw a vacant house tucked between two others, the wind having blown the door open to flap against the elements like it was waving him in. Really, it would be rude of him not to take the invitation the gods offered up to him. Technically it might be trespassing, but what was the law of man against the powers that be.

He could hardly see anyway with how ferociously the wind kicked water up directly into his eyes. Surely no one would denounce him for popping into a house for shelter for an hour at most, especially when no one else was using it.

Squinting against the rain and wind, he jogged up the walkway, forcing the front door shut behind him and dragging the deadbolt into place so that the wind couldn’t blow it back open.

Immediate relief washed over him. The wood groaned and glass panes rattled under each gust that buffeted the side of the house, but it was safer and warmer compared to being outside. His clothes and hair dripped into the entryway. Too bad there probably weren’t any towels left in this vacant place; he could really use one right now.

The small entryway opened up into a large area, ornate stairs directly in front of him leading up to the next floor, double doors to the left and the right that were cracked open. A smaller door was tucked half out of sight by the stairs. He opened it, hoping that it was a closet that contained at least one bit of fabric he could use to dry off. Fortunately, it actually was a closet. Less fortunately, there was nothing inside.

Kaito sighed. Dammit. Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers, he supposed. He shrugged off his jacket and peeled off his shirt, hanging both over the handrail lining the stairs after wringing them out. His exposed chest left him shivering somewhat in the large drafty house, but it was better than dragging around soaking fabric that hung heavy over him the entire time. And while there was no hope of them drying before he left this place again, at least it might be a bit better by the time he had to put them back on.

He lingered by his hanging shirt and jacket for a moment to consider his next move. Nothing really to do now, he supposed, but to explore the house for a while, right?

First he swept the lower floor, peeking into wide rooms occupied by worn furniture--the odds and ends left behind by the final owner’s evacuation. A chair knocked over in one corner had spiders weaving their webs between the legs and the floor. The kitchen had a fold-up table leaning against the wall, but it’d been bent out of shape in such a way that Kaito wondered how the hell it’d stood on its side in the time since it’d been abandoned.

One room in particular was crammed wall to wall in junk, so that when he pushed the door, it would only open a couple inches before getting stuck. A storage room, evidently, but he couldn’t tell for what reason and why it’d been left behind. Unable to get in to sift through the stuff in the room, there was nothing of interest on the ground floor for him.

Kaito stepped back, hand on the door handle to close it. Just then the wind outside picked up, whistling through the tiny cracks in the house. The door slammed shut, no input from him.

He jumped back, heart rolling into his throat. A chill ran down his spine, hairs sticking up on the back of his neck. Probably just uneven air pressure from the wind, he figured, but that didn’t make it any less damn creepy. Like something lurking in the house didn’t want him in that room.

Which was dumb. Silly. Nothing--nobody--was in the house but Kaito. Maybe a homeless guy or two, although he hadn’t seen evidence that anyone had been in this place recently, but still nothing supernatural.

Yeah. He had goosebumps now for absolutely no reason.

And for no reason at all, he sped-walked down the hallway to return to the staircase. His skin prickled with his back to the door, but he refused to look back. As he lingered by his hanging clothes, he was suddenly reminded of the many scary movies that took place in an abandoned house in the middle of a storm.

Tree branches slapped against the side of the house, screeching along the glass window panes. He jumped.

“Dammit. Get yourself together, man,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. Something about the sound of his own voice filling the void of the house made him feel a bit more secure. Enough so that he could finally take the next step, heading up the stairs to check out the top floor of the house.

He opened up the first room, and nearly slammed the door shut again in pure shock. It was a child’s room, practically untouched. Dust covered every inch of furniture--a small bed with the corners still tucked under the mattress, a desk, a tiny chest in the corner. He couldn’t imagine how it was still there, why it’d been left behind. His heart wrenched with dread. Nothing good could come from this room, left behind to be forgotten with the rest of the house empty. 

Slowly, he closed the door. It didn’t feel right to wander into some kid’s room, even if it had been abandoned for however long. This adventure felt less fun by the room. He moved onto the next door down, dragging his feet heavily across the floor.

He opened the door, noticed two things: the room was almost a perfect mirror of the previous, and a torn racoon plush was slumped against the leg of the bed.

A face popped in front of his eyes.

Kaito screamed.

He pinwheeled his arms and scuttled back. His head slammed into the wall in his rush to escape. The face briefly retreated, then surged forward again.

“Wait, you--.”

A person, it was a fucking person speaking to him, transparent and floating inches above the ground. A ghost, right in front of him.

Kaito ducked and twisted his body. He dug his toes into the floor and sprinted down the hall for the stairs. Even without looking behind him, he could sense the ghost in hot pursuit. Outside the wind howled, rain pelting the house.

He’d take a full hurricane, plus an earthquake, before he dealt with a ghost.

“Don’t!” it called, voice thin and bouncing off the walls as if the sound, too, was chasing him.

Flying down the stairs, he full-body slammed into the front door so hard that he bounced off it. He staggered back, but he didn’t bother to right himself before he threw himself at it again. The knob turned easily and he yanked on it.

The door creaked and clattered in the frame, but did not open. Kaito choked on his heart.

“Fuck, no, come on, come on!”

He pushed and pulled, jerking the door to force it open. No matter what he did, though, it wouldn’t budge. Was it the storm? The ghostly figure whistling down the stairs after him now? Was he trapped in this abandoned house he’d recklessly taken shelter in?

“Fuck!” The door was no good. His eyes darted along the wall, searching for an alternate route. A screech that hurt his ears and teeth drew his attention over to where the branches outside scraped against the window. The window!

He made a mad dash for it, bulldozing ahead with all intentions of crashing out through it. A misstep, though, twisted his ankle and brought him tumbling to the floor. His head cracked against the floorboards and stars burst in his vision. He hissed in pain, the room spinning around him. Stunned, he could barely move when the half-there figure once again swam into view.

“A-are you ok? Oh no, please don’t be…” The face grimaced. His eyes darted around, looking for something. Then, as if realizing he could do nothing even if he found what he was looking for, regret filled the ghostly features. “Take it easy ok? Hang in there.”

Kaito blinked rapidly. His head throbbed with each bat of his lashes. “Gh…” He brought a hand to his forehead. “What the hell… are you?”

Hurt flooded his expression. “I’m…” Face pinched, he looked away and crossed his arms. Something was vaguely familiar about his appearance, especially when he posed like that. “I mean… you can tell, can’t you? That’s why you...”

That was why he ran.

“...you got hurt.”

“Wait, what?” Despite the ghost’s urgings for him to take it easy, Kaito forced himself to sit up. The ghost, as if startled, drew chillingly close to him, hands hovering over Kaito’s shoulder. When he flinched, the ghost withdrew. He blew out a relieved sigh. “Of course I got hurt. You were chasing me.”

“I wasn’t.” The ghost pouted. “You were just running…” His face twitched uncomfortably. “Ok I guess that is chasing, but… I wasn’t gonna do anything.”

“You locked me in!” Kaito protested with a burst of anger. He staggered to his feet. “You made the door jam shut, how the hell am I supposed to take that?!”

A flash of irritation twisted the ghost’s expression. “I didn’t! You’re the one who locked the door when you came in here!”

The faint memory of sliding the deadbolt to keep the door from blowing back open scratched the back of his mind. The angry fire in Kaito’s gut immediately extinguished. “Oh… right.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Who’re you supposed to be anyway? What do you want with me?”

“I’m Kurochi; I don’t want anything with you. You’re the one who came into my house. Or… the house I grew up in, I guess… So who are you?” Kurochi ended with a question, his tone defensive.

“Kaito. It’s raining outside and this place was abandoned, so…” He shrugged. For some reason he felt guilty, but he didn’t know why he should. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t expect the place to be literally haunted by some kid. “How old are you?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know, probably same age as you? It’s been… a long time.”

“So when did you...?” he blurted out the question, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth. He was asking about an actual person’s death here; he wouldn’t be surprised if Kurochi grew furious because of it.

The ghost didn’t. His face did fall, however, eyes dropping to the floor. “I… died when I was twelve. So… I don’t know. It’s been years since then, though.”

“You don’t look twelve.” Even if Kurochi would have been the same age as him, if he died at such a young age he should have looked the part. Although Kurochi did have a young face, it wasn’t as if he looked like a child.

Kurochi only shrugged. “I don’t really know what I look like. Mirrors don’t exactly work when you’re…” He gestured toward his incorporeal body. “I have a twin brother, though. Maybe I look like he does now.”

Suddenly Kaito realized just why Kurochi had looked so familiar to him before. “Wait! I think I know… what’s your full name?”

“Oshi…” Kurochi started, then stopped. He looked physically pained before he shook his head and quickly changed the name he was about to give. “Ouma. That was my mother’s family name, that’s what… we wanted before…”

Kaito’s eyes bugged. The pieces fit too well to be a coincidence.

“Wait, was your brother named Kokichi?” Kaito could see his classmate in the ghost’s (transparent) features. It wasn’t exact, but the resemblance was enough to be uncanny.

He’d never seen quite a mixture of shock, hope, and horror in a person before like he saw in Kurochi’s face the moment the question left his lips. A tremor ran through Kurochi; he pulled in so close to Kaito that he could feel his own body heat being sapped from him by the chill of Kurochi’s form. Kaito backed up, unnerved and trying to get some space, but Kurochi only closed it again.

“Yes! You’ve seen him? Is he ok? He’s ok, right? He’s safe? Right?”

The anxious questions tumbled out in a rush. Kurochi seemed to shimmer, the anticipation practically leaking out of his body. Part of Kaito regretted saying anything, but that was overwritten by the overwhelming relief that he had some good news to tell.

“Yes. He’s ok. A little shit sometimes, but he’s good as far as I can tell.” Which probably wasn’t saying much; Kaito had the feeling that Kokichi hid a great deal beneath his wide grin and clowning behavior. It was blatant now, considering he’d never heard of a twin brother who’d died when he was twelve. “We’re classmates now.”

Kurochi melted to the floor, almost passing through it as he sunk in his deep relief. “He’s safe… he’s good, thank god…”

He held a hand over his chest, where his heart would be if he still had one.

“What I wouldn’t give to see him again…”

Well, that was a wish well within Kaito’s ability to grant. “Do you want to? I can bring him here for you.”

“No! No, no, no, don’t you dare!” Kurochi shrieked, making Kaito jump and fumble back.

The vehement reaction to the negative shocked Kaito. “What? Why not? You just said you wanted to see him, right?”

Tremors ran through Kurochi. He hunched his shoulders, tucking his chin down as if to hide himself from Kaito’s gaze. With a tiny, quick movement, he shook his head and said, “I… don’t want to put that burden on him. If he’s started to get over my death, I want it to stay that way. If you brought him here… I don’t think he even will move on.” His bottom lip trembled; Kurochi closed his eyes. “I can’t handle that. I already left him behind, I can’t… I can’t…”

Despite the innate fear he had of the ghost, the pathetic wobble of Kurochi’s voice pulled on Kaito’s heartstrings. He stepped forward, raising a hand as if to rest it comfortingly on his shoulder. Just before he made contact, he remembered that it wasn’t possible to touch him, and he quickly pulled his hand away. Trying and failing to touch Kurochi would probably only make the ghost feel worse. “Hey, it’s not your fault you died…”

Big watery eyes met his, but the tears never fell. “It is… I… I… when we were twelve, I just couldn’t…”

Shame forced Kurochi’s gaze back down and he trailed off without explaining. He didn’t need to, Kaito understood without him being explicit about it. Kaito swallowed hard.

“For what it’s worth… I’m sorry you felt that way. That the only way to escape whatever the hell you went through was… that. I know I just met you, and tried to run away from you and all, but… no kid deserves to feel that way. No one does,” he said, solemnity muting his tone.

Kurochi near-smiled at his heartfelt sympathy. It didn’t quite lift his expression, but there was something appreciative deep in those eyes. “Thanks. I just… wish I never put Kokichi through that though. I… ruined everything.”

No, that wasn’t his fault. Kaito didn’t know much about his--and by extension, Kokichi’s--childhood, but regardless, it wasn’t a twelve-year-old’s fault if he was so overwhelmed by the pain in his life that he killed himself. Boiling heat stirred in his chest, anger at the injustice rising on Kurochi’s behalf. He was just a child. He deserved so much better than life had given him back then--up until now, too, living as a ghost alone in this abandoned house, not a soul to talk to.

Kaito decided then: he would give him that. While he couldn’t fix the past, he could be that bond Kurochi needed to help him work through what happened to him. He couldn’t bring him back to life, but he could help Kurochi move on. Whatever ‘moving on’ meant for a ghost.

“You didn’t ruin shit--and I’ll show you, too! After this storm passes… I’ll be back tomorrow! And probably the day after that, or next week even! And the week after too!”

Kurochi stared, bemused. And yet--though perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part--Kaito thought he saw something hopeful sparking deep in those hollow eyes. “You’ll… but why?”

“To hang out with you, what else?”

Kurochi choked--or maybe he snorted--shaking his head hard. “No I get that, but… why?”

“Because…” Kaito planted his fists on his hips. “...everyone deserves at least someone at their side, right? And if you don’t want me telling Kokichi about you, I’ll just have to keep you company myself then!”

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Tfw you make your OC’s life such hell that you give him many ships to compensate.

(The art of Kurochi and Jaden are obviously made by @impytricky I tagged the wrong blog aa rip)

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“Do you know any other languages? How about ciphers?” Seems like an obvious kurochi one lol

Hustle Cat Prompts

“Do you know any other languages, Kaito?” Kurochi asked him suddenly, tucking his feet up under him on the couch. He set his phone down in his lap, eyes fixed on his.

It was a bit out of nowhere, but he assumed that Kurochi had seen something online that triggered it, so he shrugged. “Yeah sure, a few. English, Russian...”

“What about ciphers?” Kurochi blurted out before he could finish, and thus gave the game away.

Kaito snorted, placing his hands on either side of Kurochi’s face, pressing in his cheeks with the heels. Kurochi made a noise of complaint, but he leaned into his grasp. He could feel the barest tremor running through him, barely contained excitement begging to burst out of him.

“Be honest, you just want to talk about what you just saw on your phone, right?”

Kurochi grinned sheepishly. “...maybe?”

Kaito chuckled and released him. Kurochi pitched forward from the sudden loss of support, but recovered quickly and bounced back up.

“Alright, go ahead. Let me have it.”

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slides over prompt... "Time is slipping through our fingers. We must act now" spy au kairochi

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One of those drabbles where the prompt doesn’t explicitly come up but… it’s definitely inspired.

Since his kidnapping, Kaito had a heightened awareness of how quickly things could end. In an instant, he could’ve died. He could’ve gotten Kurochi hurt. They could’ve never seen each other again. And so the knowledge of his feelings for Kurochi, which went well beyond the boundaries of partnership like he’d tried to fool himself into believing, sat heavily on his mind.

Their coming mission–if something went wrong, would he regret not saying anything?

Kurochi snapped the folder shut, containing all their paperwork and notes they had. He set it aside and raised his hands high above his head in a stretch. His back arched slightly, a sliver of skin for a brief second peeking out from under his shirt before he released the stretch. He dropped onto his back with a sigh. He was comfortable in Kaito’s presence in a way that he was with few others.

Kaito’s heart tumbled in his chest, yearning spreading down into his fingers to just run them along the soft curve of his side. He swallowed down the urge. Time ticked by to the rhythm of his pulse.

Kurochi’s eyes flickered up to him–tired, soft, peaceful. When they met his, a near imperceptible smile touched his lips.

“Guess we’ve gone over it as much as we can tonight, huh? We should sleep.”

Time kept slipping away, right through his fingers. If he didn’t grasp it now, he might miss it entirely forever.

“Hey, before that…” Kaito’s throat went dry. He didn’t know how to confess something like this to someone; he’d probably make a fool of himself. But he wouldn’t stop. He had to do this. “…there’s something I wanted to talk about.”

Kurochi raised himself up onto his elbows, still gazing up at him. A flicker of anxiety darted across his face, clearly expecting the worst, and Kaito felt bad for putting it there. “About what…?” he asked, voice kept carefully neutral.

“It’s nothing bad,” he said, nipping the concern quickly in the bud. “It’s just been on my mind. A lot more lately, too. I don’t want to put this off until after the mission in case… I dunno, I just gotta get this off my chest now.”

Slowly Kurochi fully sat up. He drew circles on the duvet beside his thigh. “Uh-huh…” he said slowly, waiting for Kaito to clear things up.

He swallowed, knowing that he was stalling, but still with no clue how to breach the topic. If it went badly…

Kaito mentally shook himself, tossing that train of thought out the window before it could get going. It wasn’t like him to be scared of anything! He’d just go for it. No matter how Kurochi responded, at least their feelings would be on the table. The two of them would be able to go from there.

“I… really like you, Kurochi. A lot. Way more than I’ve liked someone before, I… yeah.”

It wasn’t the most elegant confession, but at least he’d gotten it out. And with the way Kurochi’s eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, the message had gotten across.

The stunned silence unnerved Kaito. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight as Kurochi didn’t respond right away. Filled with the need to explain things away, he said, “You don’t… it’s fine if you don’t or anything. I just didn’t want to go with never saying nothing. So don’t feel pressured; that’s the last thing I want.”

Kurochi breathed in. His answer came slow, processed carefully and chewed through beforehand. Then, finally, after an agonizing amount of time, he said, “No, no I don’t… I mean I do. I like you, too, I just…”

A giggle escaped, bordering on hysterics. Kurochi hid his face behind his hands.

“I just can’t believe you felt the same.”

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Kairochi with a kiss prompt from this list: 12. Kiss on the nose

You know what it’s been a long time since I’ve written? Kairochi spy au

Kurochi plucked the sheath of papers from his hands. Kaito grabbed for them immediately, but Kurochi held them above his head.

“Hey!”

It didn’t put the papers out of reach; Kaito only had to stand up from the bed to snatch them back. Yet it was the principle of it, Kurochi taking the information they’d gotten in their debriefing beforehand right as Kaito was poring over it. Granted he’d gone over it more than a dozen times in the last couple days and probably knew it back and front by now, but he didn’t want to risk missing anything that might be important on their mission.

“You’re worrying too much about this, Kaito,” Kurochi said, cutting through to the heart of his problem. He frowned. “We’ve done this kind of thing tons of times before, haven’t we?”

“Yeah but...” In the end, Kaito knew he didn’t have to go over their documents as intensely as he did, but he couldn’t help it. Ever since he’d gotten himself captured, and forced Kurochi to put himself in danger to save him... he didn’t want to be a liability ever again.

“Kaito, hey.” Kurochi broke him out of his thoughts before they could spiral into guilt. He lifted his leg to rest his knee on the bed, between Kaito’s legs, and leaned in. His hands were light on Kaito’s shoulders, forehead touching to his with a sympathetic smile. “It’s going to be fun. Let’s have fun with it, ok?”

Kaito tried to return the smile. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Good.” Brightening somewhat, Kurochi leaned in. For a second it seemed like he’d press his lips to his, and Kaito automatically tipped his head back in anticipation.

Right at the last minute, Kurochi changed course and kissed the tip of Kaito’s nose. He pulled away, giggling at the twisted disappointment of Kaito’s face.

“Something to look forward to after our mission, right?” he said with a playful glint in his eyes.

Kaito wanted to grab Kurochi’s shoulders and pull him back in for a proper kiss. He decided against it. Their playful flirting when they had a chance in between work, the ache of longing for something that might not come for some hours still, they would make the satisfaction that much sweeter.

“I’m going to make you regret teasing me, you know,” Kaito promised light-heartedly. Kurochi laughed, bouncing up from the bed and taking a few light steps back. He reached back to tie his hair into its usual ponytail.

“Mmhm, we’ll see.”