@liedux: “ please, don’t ever give up on me. ” :) // sent from: prompts for your feels
NO ONE CARES ABOUT KOKICHI OUMA, NOT LIKE HE DOES !
❝ never. ❞
as though inherently summoned by reflex was the word whispered into the dark, hazel eyes boring into their purple counterparts with undeterred determination in spite of the room’s dim lighting. no mind was paid to the shadows concealing the precise details of his partner’s expression as they sat face-to-face on the bed, ouma’s legs loosely situated on either side of his waist while naegi’s embrace around ouma’s lower back offered its own additional support. in the wake of the supreme leader’s plea did a hand trail upwards and over the intricate cross-stitching of his former rival’s outfit, higher and higher until fingers cradled the base of ouma’s skull and pulled them closer together ----- a full-bodied hug that silently communicated its eternal support, a tangible tribute to his undying fidelity.
although they’d both emerged with their lives after the proceedings of the final trial, occasionally did naegi wonder if a piece of ouma had been left behind in the courtroom ---- a part of him that had wanted to leave the academy with the others, a part of him that would’ve cast the final vote against the mastermind to vanquish the killing game in a blaze of glory. in moments like the present, naegi’s thoughts often turned to his private hypothesis’ likelihood but never were his doubts voiced; instead, only soothing murmurs of comfort and tender touches were provided as a remedy to his partner’s disconcertion. in spite of the supreme leader’s fighting spirit and outspoken love towards him, bouts of vulnerability were expected and welcomed with open arms. love was being there at one’s lowest points, and their love reigned over all else.
a hum warbled low in the back of his throat as naegi’s head angled inwards and towards the side of ouma’s neck, nosing against the skin and pressing a kiss against its pulse point. in the dark, the purple discolouration and evidence of fierce bitemarks from earlier evenings were invisible to the eye. in the dark, they were exactly the same as they were before naegi’s identity as the mastermind came to light.
❝ i won’t ------ i couldn’t abandon you. there’s nothing i want more than to be there for you when you need me most, make sure you get the appreciation you deserve. i’d do anything for you, kokichi. ❞
vows flowed freely just shy of the supreme leader’s ear, ensuring that every pledge had enough time to linger in the silence as fingers gently carded through ouma’s hair from the back and smoothed over the stray strands. at his current vantage point, naegi’s stare could not scrutinize or bear witness to his counterpart’s reaction but with no small amount of confidence did he assume that the oaths of devotion had starved off ouma’s insecurity for the time being --- at least, for a few weeks more. as much as it made his heart bleed to see ouma in such turmoil, he knew better than to assume that it would never happen again; until then, however, they could seize the day and carve out a future together. they had each other, and that was enough.
❝ you’re my hope, and i’ll never let you go. ❞
