i’m late to the party (as always) but here’s my one (and probably only) contribution to saiou week 2020!
word count: 1301
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“So… you’re saying he can’t tell any lies?”
Saihara directed his question to Nurse Tsumiki, keeping his gaze fixed on a bed-ridden Ouma. His cheeks were completely flushed, and he had tiny beads of sweat that were starting to pool on his forehead. His chest fell in an uneven rhythm, rising up and down as his body battled a wicked fever. He looked so small and frail in this state that Saihara silently swore to stay there until his fever broke, at the very least.
“Th-that’s r-right,” Nurse Tsumiki stuttered as she twirled a strand of chopped hair. “There w-was an outbreak of despair disease on campus this week… Ouma-kun m-must’ve caught it during lecture…”
She handed Saihara a cool, damp washcloth so we could wipe some of the sweat dripping down Ouma’s brow. He grabbed some ice from the bucket beside the bed and wrapped it in the cloth, then pressed it against his round cheeks. Ouma’s eyes fluttered open, and he turned his gaze towards the doting detective.
“... Saihara?”
“Hey, Ouma,” Saihara said with a weak smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. And hot. And… kinda nervous…”
“Why are you nervous?”
“Because… you’re so close to me…”
Saihara’s eyes widened, and he froze for a moment in contemplation. He knew that Ouma’s symptoms were different from the others who’d fallen ill; while most of them spoke only in lies due to delirium from their fevers, Ouma for some reason was the complete opposite. Even Tsumiki couldn’t explain why the despair disease was acting as a truth serum for him alone.
Either way, he was going to take advantage of the opportunity to get some real answers from Ouma, as dubious as it was. It’s not like he would discover anything different about the ultimate supreme leader, right?
“Why does that make you nervous?” He asked with genuine curiosity.
“Saihara-chan is so cute… and I really like him…”
Hearing those words set fire through Saihara’s veins and dyed his face a deep crimson. He turned back to Tsumiki and barked another question, his voice slightly panicked.
“Tsumiki! Are, are you sure he can’t lie?!”
Tsumiki let out a meek little cry and put her arms in front of her face, backing up a few steps in case of another outburst. The detective felt pity and wished he hadn’t raised his voice so suddenly.
“Y-yes! Everything Ouma-kun says is his truth, I’m sorry!!”
“It’s alright, I’m sorry for yelling like that. I just wanted to make sure.”
Again, his gaze returned to his purple-haired classmate. It was odd, his face was still pretty red from the fever, but it seemed like he was actually blushing now…
“How long have you liked me, Ouma?” Saihara half-whispered, feeling a little flustered himself.
“Since the day we met… but I started liking you more after we were partners in bio that one day...”
As he babbled on, the detective snuck his hand under the bedsheets and found Ouma’s laying limp at his side. He took it in his own and squeezed gently. It felt clammy and cool, contrasting with the heat radiating from the rest of his body. He wished he could wave a magic wand and make this sickness go away. He hated seeing him like this, even if it meant getting the truth out of him.
“What do you like about me?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against the back of Ouma’s chapped knuckles.
“Your eyes. They’re a really nice color. I don’t get to see them a lot, ‘cuz you’re always looking at the floor. And your eyelashes. They’re so long, but they’re pretty. And the way you always ask me questions. You’re the only one who really wants to know me. And you let me lie all the time. And it’s funny when you get all shy when I make dirty jokes. And… and…”
He was starting to ramble, which led to a coughing spree that concerned Saihara greatly. He picked up the glass of water on the table near his bed and put it to his mouth, instructing him to drink until it was all gone.
“Shhh, just breathe.”
He placed a comforting hand on his back and rubbed circles until Ouma’s breathing was somewhat back to normal.
“Sorry, Ouma. I shouldn’t be asking questions like this when you’re so ill.”
“I don’t mind. I like it. I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Taken aback once again, Saihara choked back his own cough as he recoiled from the question.
“Why don’t we talk about that when you’re feeling better?”
“Ookay…”
He stayed until Tsumiki’s medicine finally kicked in and his fever broke, draining some of the reddish color from his skin. Ouma was drifting in and out of sleep, so he decided it was best to leave him be.
“I have to get going now, but you should get some rest. Okay?”
“Ookay…”
Saihara stood up and made his way to the door, nodding to Tsumiki while she bowed so low she almost fell over. Before he left, however, he heard a weak voice trailing across the room.
“Saihara-chan?”
“Yes, Ouma?”
“I think I might be in love with you. I wanted to say that before things go back to how they were.”
The detective’s cheeks burned at the confession, but he responded with a smile and words of reassurance.
“They won’t, Ouma. Don’t worry.”
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“Shumaaaai! I’m all better now!”
A childlike voice greeted Saihara as soon as he entered the hospital room. He was relieved to see Ouma up and about after laying in bed for almost a week. Tsumiki told him that his fever finally broke for good the night before, and it seemed like he was almost back to his old self.
“I’m so glad. I was really worried about you.”
“Awww, really? Saihara-chan was concerned about little ole me? What an honor!”
Ouma flashed a toothy grin while clamping his hand behind the back of his neck, which told Saihara that he really was back to his normal self. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed his playful banter and silver-tongued comebacks.
“Hey, do you remember what we talked about when you were sick?”
As soon as he asked, the signature poker face returned in full force. All traces of emotion drained from Ouma’s face as he stared back at the detective with thin lips pressed tightly together and eyes devoid of expression. It was a dead giveaway, one Saihara had learned after many long years of friendship with the biggest trickster he’d ever known.
“Hmm… nope! I just remember sleeping a lot and Shumai holding my hand while I was in bed. You’re disgustingly sappy, you know that?”
The raven-haired man felt the corners of his lips turn up as he prepared himself for the next move, playing along in Ouma’s little game.
“Alright. Well, in that case, I guess I can’t answer your question.”
“... What question?”
“Ah, nevermind. Anyway, I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’ll see you in bio, okay?”
He turned around and took a few steps towards the door, but stopped in place when Ouma called out to him. With his back turned, he smirked while knowing what was coming next.
“...Wait!”
He looked over his shoulder and saw a determined Ouma staring at him, eyes ablaze with determination.
“Please… tell me your answer.”
Saihara would’ve teased him a little more, but watching Ouma take off his mask and bare his soul to him convinced him to play nice. He mentally patted his own back, proud of himself for dragging the truth out of the notorious liar without the help of an infectious disease.
He gave him his answer and relished the blush that crept across his face once the words finally hit him.
The Happiest Place on Earth (is When We’re Together)
@saiouweek Day 1: Disney
In which Shuichi loves everything about Kokichi, from his unbreachable veil of lies, to his annoying, yet somehow unexplainably endearing personality, and everything in between (but he can’t admit it because he thinks Kokichi might be lying about his own feelings towards Shuichi.)
Also, they go to Disney World together! :} :}
Rated T: for crude language and sexual innuendos.
If any of Shuichi’s friends were asked who was obviously into Shuichi, everyone would know with absolute certainty that the correct answer was Kokichi Oma.
Everyone except, of course, Shuichi Saihara.
It was painfully obvious. If Miu and Keebo, the very definition of an eccentric couple, were asked, Miu would probably explain that watching Kokichi fawn over Shuichi helplessly was more painful than some unusual masochistic kink that she had, causing Keebo to flusteredly agree (with a look of shameful recognition at the kink).
If Kaito or Maki, two of Shuichi’s friends who have been dating for almost a year now, were asked, they would probably mention the time when Kokichi had, very annoyingly, made a spectacle out of movie night last month. He continuously attempted to sit on Shuichi’s lap, and even went so far as to turn off the movie right before the main characters’ love confession and do his own theatrical rendition of confessing his love to Shuichi (He also put raw eggs in everyone’s hot chocolate but that’s not the point).
Kaito considers Shuichi his closest bro, but his sidekick should’ve been smart enough to know that no, it wasn’t just a joke, and yes, Kokichi is totally and helplessly in love with him.
Even if Himiko and Tenko were asked, Tenko, who explicitly holds no interest, or even a negative amount interest, if that were possible, in the happenings between degenerate males, would say that Kokichi is more obvious with his crush than Tenko was herself towards Himiko before the two got together, and that says a lot. Himiko, despite her laziness, might even nod in agreement.
Which is why, Kaito eagerly accepted when Kokichi suggested that the four of them go to Disney World. Kaito’s been to Disney once, back when he was a kid. His grandparents took him to Magic Kingdom and he got to ride rides, watch fireworks at night, and go on Space Mountain three times; he never wanted to leave. He also remembered staying in a hotel room where he got a queen bed all to himself.
Going on a trip with Maki, Kokichi and Shuichi might be a good chance for his sidekick to finally get some sense knocked into him. He could only secretly hope that they would stop skirting around the issue and finally confess what was obvious to all of their friends. The idea was simple at first - Kaito could go off with Maki for a little bit during the vacation, since they were dating anyway, thus giving the detective and the leader some alone time to process their feelings.
But then Miu heard about it and invited herself and Keebo along.
Then Tenko heard about it and thought it would be lots of fun for Himiko and her to go too.
So, now they are on a bus towards their Disney resort hotel, all eight of them; three couples plus Kokichi and Shuichi.
They’d gotten two rooms, connected by a door.
Checking in doesn’t take too long, luckily, and soon enough, they’re heading up to the rooms that’ll serve as their bedrooms for the next week or so.
Since there are two queens per room, Kaito figures Tenko and Himiko will get one, Miu and Keebo will share another, he and Maki will sleep in the third, and Kokichi and Shuichi will be left with the last one. Kaito knows it’s a little cruel to force Kokichi to share a bed with his crush, but this has gone on long enough.
However, despite his best bro being a detective, Shuichi doesn’t seem to realize this upcoming predicament when they drop their luggage off and then head to Disney Springs for dinner.
“This shit’s fuckin’ amazing,” Kaito admits.
“You’re damn right it is!”
Miu had been the one to book a reservation at the restaurant, claiming that if she was going to Disney, she would be eating some fried chicken. The others were pretty indifferent about it, and since only Kaito was adamant on eating burgers (Shuichi reasoned that he could get a burger at Magic Kingdom), they went along with it.
She was purposely moaning loudly while stuffing her face with chicken, much to the dissatisfaction of the rest of the group... and everyone else in the restaurant.
Tenko’s nose crinkles. “Your degenerate male tendencies are going to get us banned from Disney Springs!”
“Yeah!” Kokichi instigates, biting into his own chicken. “See! Even Tenko thinks you’ve got the sex drive of a horny old man.”
“Poor Keebo...” Himiko adds tiredly.
“Don’t twist Tenko’s words!” She chastises the supreme leader, not willing to side with such a degenerate.
“You’re no fun.” Kokichi crosses his arms.
“Hah-hahaa!” Miu rubs it in his face.
Kokichi presses his lips together. “Sow.”
“Heeeee!”
“This experience reminds me of Kurisumasu,” Keebo says, not reading the current mood of the table very well.
“This chicken is better,” Himiko says, “I can already feel my MP being restored.”
“I agree with Himiko!”
“Hey Shuichi eat this mushy stuff.” Kokichi points to the food on his plate with a fork.
“It’s mashed potatoes,” Shuichi informs him.
‘No waaay, I thought it was really overcooked rice! But, that’s a lie. I know what mashed potatoes are. Now eat them!” Kokichi sticks his fork into the buttery potatoes.
“Kokichi-!” Shuichi widens his eyes as Kokichi lifts the fork near his mouth and waves it around. He’s pretty sure that Kokichi’s trying to feed him and he can’t stop his face from turning red at the action.
Miu mumbles something that sounds distinctly like, “Shota virgin.”
Keebo tears his eyes from the opposite side of the table and glances back and forth between the two. “Excuse me for interrupting, but fried chicken is generally considered a finger food, correct?” Keebo inquires.
“Yeah, what about it?” Miu speaks from beside him with a full mouth.
Keebo seems startled, “Oh, it’s nothing!”
Miu turns to look towards Keebo’s line of sight. Sitting there is Maki, eating her chicken with a fork and a knife.
Himiko tilts her head. “Nyeh?”
Maki looks away. “If I have oily fingers, I can’t properly hold my weapons.”
“Harumaki! We’re at Disney! You don’t need your weapons.”
“Plus! If any degenerate males approach us I can defend everyone with my Neo-Aikido!” She strikes a defensive pose.
“Hmph.” Maki puffs out her cheeks.
Himiko chimes in eagerly, “and I can help too! With my magic.”
“That’s a great idea Himiko! We can be the degenerate-fighting team!”
She purses her lips, less animated than she was a second ago. “But I’m low on mana so I’ll have to collect some later.”
“I will help you!” Tenko encourages.
“Is that code for you guys ditching us later to go fuck?” Miu’s question is as brazen as her personality.
The Aikido Master gasps. “Tenko would never!”
“Nee-heehee, like you aren’t gonna do that with Keebo, pervert.”
“Nnnnnnn,” Miu groans, “I didn’t mean it like that...”
“Himiko! Cover your ears!”
“Nyeh… okay.”
“Um, can we not talk about this ever again?” Kaito suggests.
“Oh, like you and Maki are innocent. Ah-haha!” Miu goads.
A fork and knife clatter on Maki's plate. “Do you want to die?”
“Heeeeyyyy server! Can we get some mayo and ketchup over here pleeeaase?” Kokichi takes a sip of his glass of panta.
“Wh-” Shuichi begins.
“Kokichi, what do you need mayo for? This isn’t omurice or okonomiyaki.” Keebo states the obvious.
“Shut up Keeboy, or I’ll have one of my subordinates turn you into the robot you truly are inside!”
“Please do not do that!”
“He’s obviously lying!” Kaito points out.
Kokichi laces his fingers behind his head, leaning back in his chair smugly as the server disappears into the kitchen. “Besides. I need it to pour in Keebo’s hair.”
“Do not do that either!”
Shuichi scratches his cheek. “Ah, Keebo, I think Kokichi is just kidding.”
“Waaaahhhh, my beloved is outing my lies now?! How cruel.”
“Kokichi…”
“Kokichi, you should be more grateful to Shuichi. He’s willing to continue dating you even though you always lie!”
Everyone goes silent.
“Um.” Shuichi’s eyebrows are raised so high that they’re hidden under his hair.
“Keebo, they’re not-” Kaito starts explaining as he scratches his head awkwardly.
Kokichi harshly bangs his glass of panta down on the table before grinning and interrupting Kaito. “Nee-heehee! Keeboy is such a robot that he can’t even comprehend relationships!”
“...have I miscalculated?”
Kaito puts his face in his palm. “No shit.”
“Hah-hahahah!” Miu pats Keebo on the back.
“I do not understand. Judging by how Kokichi acts around Shuichi, it can only be concluded that the two of them are in a romantic relationship.”
“That-” Shuichi begins but Kokichi buts in before he can finish.
“Well, you’ve calculated wrong. Me and Shumai are in a fully-completely-one-hundred-percent-platonic-friendship, isn’t that right Shuichi?”
“I-”
“Then why do you, Kokichi, call Shuichi your beloved, and give him pets names like Shumai? Also, you attempted to feed him earlier, which, if I am correct, is a behavior that in this context has slight romantic implications.”
“Maybe Kokichi’s under a love spell…”
Kokichi ignores her. “Huuuuh? Nicknames? I don’t call Shuichi any nicknames. And why would I feed him?”
“You just-”
“Hmmm? Is Keeboy making up lies? Movies have always taught me that the robots would turn against us, but I didn’t think it’d happen this soon!”
“You’re the one who’s lying!” Keebo argues, eyes narrowed.
“Nope, I never lie.”
“If you keep going you’re gonna break him.” Kaito warns.
“Oooooo, my mayo and ketchup is here.” He adds some mayo to the mashed potatoes and Kaito raises an eyebrow. “What?”
Kaito shrugs.
They walk around the shops after they’re done eating. It’s not long after they all try out samples of various soaps at one of the stores.
Shuichi has to convince Kokichi not to climb on the giant lego dragon outside the lego store. Luckily, he succeeds, but barely. And suddenly, it’s just him and Kokichi. Miu and Keebo have completely gone missing for the time being (Kokichi’s accusation from earlier might’ve been more likely than either of them thought), Tenko and Himiko went inside the World of Disney shop for souvenirs, and Kaito sort of just started acting weird once all the others were gone and pretended that he and Maki left something behind at the restaurant.
“Hey Shuichi,” Kokichi stands tall, seeming determined about something.
“Hmm?”
He is silent for a few seconds before he quickly masks his lost nerve and grins. “...oh, nothing. I just wanted to say Shuichi.”
Shuichi raises an eyebrow; he can tell it’s a lie but doesn’t bother to call him out on it.
“Don’t you know my beloved? I’ll die if your eyes aren’t always on me!” Kokichi dramatizes as they skip along towards… something. Shuichi doesn’t know where they’re going, but he’s not gonna stop him, even if it might end up getting them lost.
Shuichi offers a small smile and Kokichi stops and gives him a look, and Shuichi isn’t sure what it means. Kokichi almost looks sad, but he also looks really happy. It doesn’t really make sense.
“Hey Shuichi, did I ever tell you about that time my organization kidnapped the owner of the Coca-Cola Company until they told us all their secret recipes?”
Is that so?” Shuichi plays along, amused.
“Yup! Now I don’t even need to buy panta because I have my underlings producing mass quantities and selling it on the dl.”
Shuichi chuckles, “ah, but then how do you explain you buying a glass during dinner?”
“You caught me! As expected of my favorite detective.”
“Aren’t I the only detective you know?”
“Nope! I know thousands of detectives, and you’re still my favorite.”
“Are there any stores that you want to visit Kokichi?”
“Mmmm, nope! But that’s a lie. I was gonna go into all of the jewelry stores and steal all of the expensive gems.” Kokichi conspiratorially rubs his hands together.
“Don’t say things like that so loud! You’ll get us in trouble.”
“Nee-heehee!”
“Let’s… go look inside World Of Disney.” Shuichi suggests.
“Okie Dokie!”
They go in the store and can hear Tenko yelling - most likely at some helpless guy - about her neo-aikido skills and scolding him against any funny business. Shuichi decides it might be a wise decision to not get involved, so he and Kokichi go off browsing without finding them. They’ll all be meeting up later anyway, so it’s no big deal.
Kokichi pulls Shuichi along by the sleeve and coos at all the Disney merch.
“Now you’re Shuichi Mouse!” Kokichi exclaims after pushing a pair of mickey mouse ears onto Shuichi’s head. His ahoge still sticks up right behind the accessory and Kokichi grins.
Shuichi smiles and offers a pair to Kokichi who puts on the identical pair and proudly proclaims, “now I can be the rat I truly am! Nee-heehee!”
“But wouldn’t you be Kokichi Mouse?” Shuichi wonders aloud as they both put the pairs of ears back.
“Hmmm, nope!” Kokichi tries to act nonchalant, but Shuichi thinks he might be blushing as he turns away and pulls them towards some Disney plushies. Then again, he might just be imagining it.
“They should have a wider range of plushies, don’t you think so Shuichi?”
“Ah, there already seem to be a lot of plushies…” There are. There’s got to be shelves and shelves full of various different characters.
“You’re right Shuichi! I was lying. There are more plushies here than I could fit in your tiny apartment!”
Shuichi quietly responds with his hand covering his mouth, “...it’s not that tiny.”
But Kokichi’s already on to the next subject. “So, mister detective, what is your favorite Disney character?”
Shuichi brings a hand to his chin. “I don’t know. I don’t really have any preference. What’s yours Kokichi?”
“Hmmm… stitch! And that’s not a lie.”
“Ah…”
Kokichi runs towards the T-shirts in the next second, calling “c’mon Shumai!” As he gets farther away from the plushies. Shuichi picks one of the stitch plushies up and follows along.
“Kokichi?!?” Tenko recoils as she sights the two, “did you follow us in here, degenerates?”
Himiko points at the leader. “That’s impossible! I cast a high-level invisibility spell. Only a level ninety-nine mage would’ve been able to see through it.”
“Whaaaat? It was definitely you who followed us two,” Kokichi feigns ignorance.
Tenko ignores this, “where are Maki and the other three degenerates?”
“Miu is still a girl, y’know.”
“Shush! I didn’t ask for your input.”
“But I still gave it , aw phooey.”
“Hmph!” Tenko crosses her arms and turns away.
“Did the others get captured by an evil wizard?”
Shuichi answers, “Kaito and Maki went to get something they left behind, and Miu and Keebo are…”
“Fucking!” Kokichi finishes for him cheerfully.
Tenko swivels back around, “how dare you poison Himiko’s innocence with your indecency!”
“Well, I gotta go pay for this… is anyone else coming on line?”
“Of course I will Himiko!”
“Not you! It’s supposed to be a surprise,” she tells Tenko. “Shuichi, this is a task even low-level mages can do,” she says as she tugs him towards the line.
“I’m gonna head in the shower,” Kaito announces as he throws his jacket on the bed. Keebo’s the last to enter the room; the door shuts behind him with a click.
“Dinner was a lot of fun!” Keebo remarks with an enthusiasm that the rest of them are too tired to mimic.
“There’s still a bathroom in the other room if anyone needs it,” Kaito reminds them as he grabs some shampoo from his luggage.
Kokichi’s already practically marked one of the two beds in the room as his, his hair is splayed out on top of the sheets, and he’s pretending to sleep.
On the next bed over, Himiko actually is sleeping.
“Boys can sleep in the other room!” Tenko adamantly recommends.
Kokichi cracks an eye open and turns to her. “Who else is-” and then he cuts himself off. His mouth forms an oh as he glances at Shuichi. Shuichi gives him a small, embarrassed wave. Kokichi turns back to the Aikido Master and tells her, “fine, if you wanna sleep in the same room as Miu. She might molest you in your sleep, though.”
“Heeee! Wh-what? I wouldn’t molest anyone…”
“Lies! You molested Keeboy earlier!” he proclaims.
“That’s not true!” Keebo argues defensively.
Tenko puts her hands on her hips and declares, “Me and Himiko will share a room with Maki and Kaito then! The less boys the better!”
“Fiiiiiine, me and Shuichi will sleep in the other room.” Kokichi groans and reaches for his and Shuichi’s luggage. “Hmmm? Shuichi! You got a souvenir without telling me?” He holds up the plastic bag. “Waaaaaaahhhhhh, Shuichi doesn’t trust me.”
Shuichi waves his hands frantically, “N-no! Kokichi, you’ve got it wrong!” He reaches into the bag and pulls out a plushie, “...I… got it… for you.” Shuichi looks away and happens to meet Miu’s face.
Her nose scrunches up in disgust. “Oh, get a room.”
“Um.. aren’t we already in one?” Shuichi asks.
Kokichi’s still gaping in shock at the little stuffed stitch. He snaps his mouth shut and for once doesn’t have anything to say.
“Hah! Cockichi’s finally learned how to shut up.”
The statement allows Kokichi to find his voice. “You should learn how to shut up!” Kokichi yells, but even that can’t hide the fiery blush creeping up his cheeks. He thinks that maybe he can pass it off as an anger-induced face reddening. He hopes so. Yet, he still grabs the plushie from Shuichi’s hands and squishes it tightly between his arms and his body.
Shuichi tries to hide the smile that appears on his face and picks up the luggage that Kokichi must’ve dropped, bringing it into the adjacent room.
Maki’s already sitting in the room, assembling some weapon that Shuichi frankly has no idea how she got there. Surely someone at airport security yesterday would’ve noticed it, right? He didn’t even notice anything amiss when they stayed at Keebo’s engineer friend’s home for the night to sleep off their jet lag. Shuichi would be startled to see her so suddenly if he wasn’t used to it. He hadn’t realized she left the other room, but he supposes she did, considering.
“Tenko wants you and Kaito to sleep in there.”
“Alright.” She nods and wordlessly leaves.
“Hey Shumai, now that we’re alone…” he begins. Shuichi raises an unsure eyebrow and the shorter man continues suspensefully, closing in on Shuichi, “we can… sleep!” he exclaims as he jumps onto the bed and pulls the covers over his head.
The detective chuckles and grabs his pajamas. “Do you want to use the bathroom first?”
“Nah, you go ahead.” Kokichi grins as he pulls a pair of his own pajamas out of his purple suitcase.
“O-okay.” Shuichi nods and goes to change into his PJs.
Miu takes that moment to burst in and toss her bag on the unoccupied bed. She lifts her shirt and Kokichi squints. “What the fuck Miu?”
“I’m putting on my pajamas, don’t look perv.”
He turns away. “You could say that before you start stripping in front of me. Don’t you have a boyfriend? Or does Keebo not count ‘cause he’s not a real boy?”
“Ha, like you aren’t gay for Shuichi.”
“Shut up, he’s in the other room.”
The sound of clothes scuffling stops. Miu struts over to the bathroom and bangs on the door. “Once you’re done nutting in there, I gotta brush my teeth!”
The sound of the sink water running stops and Shuichi opens the door. “I wasn’t doing that.”
“Hah-hahah! You don’t have to tell me what you do with your dick!” Miu laughs before pushing her way in.
Somehow, they all manage to get comfortable in their respective beds. Kokichi’s playing yahtzee against Shuichi on some app. Both of their faces are lit up under the covers from the light of each of their phones, allowing Shuichi to see Kokichi’s smug grin; the supreme leader is winning. They suddenly halt mid-game when they hear voices speak up from the bed beside theirs.
“C’mon, can’t we just do a little something?” Miu whines.
“That would not be appropriate!”
“I don’t mean everything, just some hand stuff.”
“Miu- not here. We’re not alone!”
“Pshh, so what? If we’re real quiet, they won’t hear us.”
Shuichi’s blushing up to his ears at this point. Kokichi seems pretty shocked too as they exchange awkward glances from under the covers, wondering if one of them should say something before this escalates.
Keebo sounds like he’s hesitating, “...I... don’t feel right about this.”
“Don’t worry about it, those twinks are probably sleeping already anyway.”
It’s the moment that Keebo seems to be about to give in that Kokichi decides he must do something, not only to preserve Shuichi’s innocence, but for the greater good (and the cleaning staff at the hotel). “Miu! You thirsty whore!” He jumps to his feet and points an accusing finger towards the girl.
“Heeeeee!”
“You just can’t keep it in your pants, can you?” Kokichi berates.
“My apologies,” Keebo intervenes, “it was my fault for letting it get this far.”
“Both of you!” he scolds, “if you’re gonna act like dogs in heat, I’m calling animal control!”
“Ah,” Shuichi struggles to form a sentence through his embarrassment.
“Okay! Fine! We don’t do it anymore…” Miu’s shoulders droop with a pout.
“Nope! I don’t believe you!” Kokichi grabs Shuichi’s arm and walks right up to the door joining their rooms, banging on it with his palm, the plushie hanging by its arm in his other hand.
Maki swings the inner door open and growls out a menacing, “ what? ” Her eyes have bags under them, and her hair is ruffled from sleep.
The leader’s eyes crinkle. “Nee-heehee, take it away Shuichi!” Kokichi pushes Shuichi forward and hides behind him like he’s a shield.
“If you wouldn’t mind… would you two please trade rooms with Kokichi and I?” he asks, gesturing to a very sleepy looking Kaito, confused about all the commotion.
Maki shoots them a glare, “why?”
Kokichi clasps his hands behind his head, grinning deviously, “ooooohhhhh, no reason.” He smirks.
“That’s not true,” Shuichi admits, before pointedly stating, “Miu is trying to seduce Keebo, but if you’re in the room, it’s highly possible that they won’t try anything funny,” he explains, like a true detective.
Maki’s tired, deadly eyes move towards a cowering Miu and a very anxious Keebo as she makes her decision. “Fine.”
Kaito shrugs behind her, yawns, and grabs their stuff before they walk in and get situated in the bed. The astronaut tosses them their stuff, gives them a thumbs up and then pretty much passes out on top of the sheets.
Kokichi grins cheerfully before flopping onto the bed next to Himiko and Tenko’s. Shuichi shuts the shared door and slides his luggage under the bed beside Kokichi’s.
He stands up and observes the situation at hand. “Would you mind moving over a little bit?”
“Nee-heehee!” Kokichi laughs before lifting his starfish-like limbs and moving to one side of the bed instead of the center.
As he climbs under the covers beside Kokichi, Shuichi glances over at a sleeping Tenko and Himiko in the bed next to theirs. He hopes Tenko doesn’t react too loudly to sharing a room with two boys in the morning.
Umm...so I drew two pieces for day 3: superhero au and detective conan au(does this exist?)
Superhero AU/Miraculous Ladybug AU
Shu: I look ridiculous in this.
Kichi: You look purrfect, my beloved.
Detective Conan AU/Phantom Thief AU(?)
So...I have an explanation for this...DC is my childhood and SaiOuma just reminded me of Shinichi and Kaito so much. Plus Kaito and Kokichi have the same birthday and I didn't realize until the very day itself. (and im writing an saiouma fanfic wherein kichi becomes the next kaito kid/shu becomes shinichi's apprentice).
