The Body Swapping Hijinks of Shuichi and Kokichi (Saiouma)
(Yes, this is literally the title. Aren’t I creative XD)
Saiouma #3 (Roommates) and #22 (College AU) from the “Two Tropes + Pairing” list for @sunshine12340! First, I would like to apologize for the long wait. I feel bad for not having this out earlier ;^;
This one was pretty fun to write and just some of the things that they said and did in each other’s bodies was just so downright hilarious that I would have to take a small break from it because I was laughing too hard XD
I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D
*Based off of this request (here’s the second part of it)*
Title: The Body Swapping Hijinks of Shuichi and Kokichi
Tropes Used: #3 (Body Swap) and #22 (College AU)
Summary: After colliding with each other, Shuichi and Kokichi wind up swapping bodies. Chaos ensues as they try to get through the day as each other.
One-Shot Notes: Shuichi and Kokichi are roommates with Kaito and Gonta being their suitemates; Green zone: At my university, we have sections of the library labeled the green zone, yellow, zone, and red zone (or as I remember it being called during my campus tour, “green light, yellow light, red light”), where you can talk as loud as you want in the green zone, only whisper quietly in the yellow zone and complete silence in the red zone
One-shot is under the cut!
“Eh? You’re going to a mixer tonight?”
Shuichi blinked at Kokichi in surprise as he threw on a cream-colored cardigan over his blue and white plaid button-up shirt.
“Yeah. Honestly, I had no intention of going because I’m not really looking for anyone to date because I already have someone I like, but Amami-chan insisted because he didn’t want to go alone. So, in the end, I’m going.” Kokichi explained.
“I see...” Shuichi trailed off.
He bit his bottom lip. The idea of Kokichi going to a mixer and getting friendly with someone there unsettled him.
He started developing a crush on him two months after they met at Rantaro’s birthday party last year. When they first met, they surprisingly hit it off quite well and decided to room with each other this year. Maki and Kaito weren’t happy about the fact that Kokichi, who was well-known for his troublemaker antics, was pretty close with Shuichi, but they chose to keep those feelings bottled up for Shuichi’s sake.
These feelings for Kokichi went from being just a simple crush to being head over heels for him. However, he felt that Kokichi didn’t feel the same way. So, he kept quiet about it.
“Hm?” Kokichi tilted his head to the side. “Saihara-chan, you look like you oppose the idea of me going to a mixer.” he commented.
“Huh?!” Shuichi stared at Kokichi in surprise. “No, I—“
“Now, now, there’s no need to lie about it. I can see it in your eyes.” Kokichi grinned. “Could it be that you have a crush on me? Is that why you’re so against it?” he asked.
“Huh?!” Shuichi’s cheeks flushed red.
He hit the nail right on the head, he thought to himself.
“Nishishi, I’m just kidding with you. I like seeing you get all flustered.” Kokichi leaned against the door to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to come back early enough so I can keep you company.” he teased.
“It’s fine! You don’t need to do that, Ouma-kun!” Shuichi exclaimed.
Just then, the bathroom door flew open, knocking Kokichi over in the process.
“Yo, bro! Do you have any toothpaste I can borrow—“
“Ouma-kun!”
Kaito watched in surprise as Shuichi caught Kokichi, the two falling to the floor in a messy heap of tangled limbs as their heads hit against the footboard of Kokichi’s bed.
“Holy shit! Are you two okay?!” Kaito paled. “I had no idea you two were so close to the door...” he trailed off.
As Kaito continued to panic, Shuichi reached up to rub his head.
“Ouch, that hurt...” he mumbled.
That was when he noticed something.
Wait a minute. Why do I sound like Ouma-kun, he asked himself.
He looked down and realized that instead of the button-up shirt, cardigan, skinny jeans, and dark brown oxfords that he chose to wear for today, he had on a pastel rainbow striped sweater with a white tank top under it, white skinny jeans that had tears by the knees, and white slip-on Vans. His eyes widened in surprise.
It couldn’t be...
He reached up and pulled at a lock of hair, seeing that it was purple rather than black. He paled as realization hit him.
What the fu—
“I got taller!” a loud scream reached his ears.
Shuichi turned in surprise only to come face to face with his own body. Horror flashed through their eyes as Kaito spoke.
“U-Um, you guys? Are you sure you’re okay? You’re starting to frighten me...” he trailed off.
“There’s no need to worry, Momota-kun. We’re both fine. At least...” Shuichi looked at Kokichi (rather, at himself). “I think we are.” he commented.
“Momota...kun? Oi, Ouma, you never say that. Are you really sure you’re okay?” Kaito asked.
“No, we’re not okay!” Kokichi glared at Kaito. “We are not okay at all, Mister Grey Matter for Brains!” he snapped.
“Shuichi?” Kaito questioned.
“Um, Momota-kun, let me explain...”
“What is there to explain?! You’re acting way too polite, Ouma, and Shuichi is acting really rude! You guys are acting as if you’ve swapped bodies or something!”
“That’s exactly what it is, though, Momota-kun! I think we did swap bodies!”
Shuichi and Kokichi untangled themselves and stood as they looked at Kaito, whose face resembled a sheet of paper.
“You...what?” Kaito asked.
Shuichi sighed, reaching up to rub his temple (or Kokichi’s temple, in this case).
“I think we swapped bodies when you swung open the door, hit Ouma-kun, and the two of us went falling to the ground.” Shuichi explained.
“Oi, oi, oi, don’t mess around with me, bro. There’s no way that’s possible!” Kaito shouted.
“It is, though.” Shuichi pointed at himself. “Right now, I’m in Ouma-kun’s body and he’s in mine.” Shuichi explained.
“Oh my god...this whole situation is like it came straight out of a novel. It’s like...the supernatural...” Kaito yelped. “The supernatural! Ghosts! You two have been possessed by ghosts!” he screamed at the top of his lungs before passing out.
“Momota-kun!” Shuichi exclaimed in horror.
Kokichi cackled from behind him.
“Man, he’s such a wuss, passing out after hearing that we swapped bodies!” he exclaimed as he continued to laugh.
Shuichi turned to watch Kokichi in shock as he continued to double over in laughter. It felt weird hearing Kokichi say things like that in his voice.
Just then, Gonta poked his head inside.
“Gonta heard loud noise! Is everything okay?” he then saw Kaito passed out on the floor. “Ah! What happened to Momota-kun?!” he exclaimed.
“Hey, Gonta-chan!” Kokichi waved. “Mister Space Freak passed out.” he stated.
“Eh?! No way! Saihara-kun, is that true?!” Gonta asked, looking at Kokichi in shock.
“Actually, I’m over here, Gonta-kun...” Shuichi trailed off, raising his hand.
“Eh? Saihara-kun is Ouma-kun? Gonta is confused.” Gonta said.
“Yeah, it’s a little hard to understand. What happened was that when Momota-kun opened the door not too long ago, he hit Ouma-kun with it. I caught him in order to cushion his fall and the two of us fell and hit our heads against the footboard of his bed, which I think caused us to swap bodies. So now, he’s in my body and I’m in his.” Shuichi explained.
“Eh?! Saihara-kun and Ouma-kun swap bodies?! No way!” Gonta said.
“Welp, it’s the truth, Gonta-chan! I’m now veeeeeery tall and Saihara-chan is now a total shortie!” Kokichi jeered.
“You just called yourself a shortie, though, Ouma-kun...” Shuichi mumbled.
“Watch that smart mouth of yours, Saihara-chan!” Kokichi snapped angrily, hands flying onto his hips as Gonta spoke.
“Oh...Ouma-kun and Saihara-kun swap bodies...Gonta suggests that you two go see doctor!” he suggested.
“That sounds like a good idea, but...” Shuichi looked at the clock on the wall. “We have to go to class soon.” he said.
“Oh...Okay! Maybe Saihara-kun and Ouma-kun can go after classes!” he chirped.
“Yeah, we can do that.” Shuichi said.
He watched how Kokichi furrowed his brows at that statement as Gonta spoke.
“Gonta bring Momota-kun back to room now!” he said as he picked Kaito’s body up from the floor and he left, closing the door behind him.
Shuichi sighed, reaching up to rub his fingers through his hair.
“Ugh, what do we do now...?” he asked.
“I’ve seen this happen before in a lot of the mangas I’ve read. All we have to do is headbutt each other in order to turn back!” Kokichi replied cheerfully.
“Okay, let’s do that.” Shuichi looked at Kokichi. “Also, why are you twirling my hair around your finger?!” he exclaimed.
“It’s a habit of mine, okay?!” Kokichi whined.
“Well, cut it out!”
“I don’t wanna!”
Shuichi groaned as he reached up to grab Kokichi’s cheeks and yank him down, their heads slamming together. They both staggered backward, holding their pounding heads.
“Ugh, dammit...that hurt a lot more than I thought it would...” Shuichi mumbled.
He looked at himself, noting that his line of vision was still pretty low.
“Well, that did nothing. I’m still in your body.” Shuichi commented.
“Congratulations on pointing out the obvious, Sherlock.” Kokichi shot back.
He then looked at the watch on his wrist.
“Shit, I’m supposed to meet up with Amami-chan soon so that we can walk to class together...” he trailed off.
“You mean I’m supposed to go meet with Amami-kun. I’m in your body, remember?” Shuichi reminded him.
Kokichi facepalmed.
“Oh, damn it all.” he stated.
“Okay, it looks like we’re going to have to wait for this to wear off. Akamatsu-san was telling me about a manga that she read where two girls swapped bodies with each other and the effect didn’t wear off until the next morning. So, maybe we just need to wait.” Shuichi looked at Kokichi. “You need to get going, as well. My class starts in seven minutes.” he suggested.
“Your class is in the forensics building, right?” Kokichi asked, reaching to grab his backpack.
“Yeah. I’ll send you my full schedule so that you can reference it throughout the day.” Shuichi looked at the bag that Kokichi had grabbed. “Also, I need to take that bag. Your bag is over there.” he said, nodding to the navy blue messenger bag that was on his bed.
Kokichi looked over at the messenger bag.
“Ugh, for real?” he complained.
“Yes, for real.” Shuichi took the checkered backpack out of Kokichi’s hands. “Geez, why do you have so many pins on your bag? Aren’t you afraid that you might lose some of them or get scratches on them?” he asked as he put his arms through the straps.
“It’s my bag, I do what I want!” Kokichi stomped over the messenger bag. “Also, why is your bag so plain-looking? It’s plainer than Mugi-chan’s appearance.” he commented.
“Like you said, it’s my bag.” Shuichi shot back.
Kokichi narrowed his eyes at Shuichi as he slung the messenger bag over his shoulder.
“Whatever.” Kokichi breezed past Shuichi. “I need to hurry and get to your class. I’ll also text you my schedule, so for now, just go down to the dining hall’s entrance and meet up with Amami-chan.” he said.
“Okay...” Shuichi trailed off.
He then turned to look at Kokichi.
“Make sure you don’t slip up! You need to act like me or else people will get suspicious, okay?!” Shuichi called out.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Kokichi responded with a nonchalant wave of his hand before heading out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
Shuichi released a loud sigh.
“I hope he doesn’t mess up anything...” he grumbled before heading out into the hall, as well.
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Kokichi sat in the classroom for Shuichi’s first class, staring blankly at the words written on the board.
“Get into your groups and discuss how you plan on giving your report to the class on your investigation...?” he wondered out loud.
What the heck is this report even on? Does he have a sheet or something that has the information about this assignment in his binder or something? Also, who is part of my group, he asked himself.
He flipped through the pages in Shuichi’s binder, finally finding what he was looking for. At least, he hoped it was what he was looking for.
“This looks like something relating to an investigation report...” he mumbled under his breath.
He opened the rings of the binder and took the papers out, snapping the rings back together as two guys came up to him.
“Hey, Saihara-kun! You managed to finish up the report, right?” the guy to his left asked.
Kokichi furrowed his brows at him.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Huh? I’m your group member for this assignment.” the guy replied, blinking his eyes twice in confusion.
“Really now?” Kokichi said as he looked down at the sheet of paper, seeing two other names besides Shuichi’s at the top.
“Amano Shigeru-chan? Or Taguchi Takato-chan?” he asked.
“It’s Amano...” Shigeru trailed off.
“More importantly, are you okay, Saihara-kun? You’re not usually this forgetful. Also, you never refer to anyone by -chan.” Takato commented.
“Hm?” Kokichi hummed in response.
Just then, he recalled Shuichi’s words to him as he was leaving their dorm room.
“Make sure you don’t slip up! You need to act like me or else people will get suspicious, okay?!” Kokichi immediately turned pale.
Oh god, he did say that! Goddammit it all, he thought to himself.
He forced out a chuckle.
“Did I really say -chan? Ah, sorry about that.” he apologized.
“It’s fine, Saihara-kun! We all have off days, so it’s fine!” Shigeru said as he waved his hands wildly.
Takato sighed.
“So, is the report finished?” he asked.
“Yup, it’s done!” Kokichi chirped in response.
Shigeru and Takato eyed Kokichi curiously as he flipped through the papers.
I hope this is what they mean when they ask if it’s done because I got no clue, he thought to himself.
“So, Saihara-kun, we’ll have you go over the list of suspects and who the culprit of the crime is while we go over everything else. Sound good?” Takato asked.
“Yeah, sounds good to me.” Kokichi replied.
As he began to read through the report, his eyes grew wide.
My god, they were working on such a complicated case?! There’s a lot of terms here that I don’t really understand, he thought to himself.
He began to sweat.
Oh god, I really have my work cut out for me, he thought to himself.
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As the professor continued to go through the lecture on complex characters in fiction works, Shuichi jotted down the notes in Kokichi’s sparkly purple spiral notebook.
Rantaro eyed Shuichi curiously as he flipped to the next page. Then, he poked his arm with the eraser end of his mechanical pencil.
“Hm?” Shuichi said as he shot a glance at Rantaro.
“This is the first time I’m seeing you actually take down notes in class. I’m shocked.” he commented.
“Really?” Shuichi questioned, his eyes growing wide in surprise.
“Yeah, really.” Rantaro took a look at the examples that Shuichi had jotted down. “They’re even color-coded and neat. Compared to your swirly and cursive-like writing, these are more easy to read. It reminds me a lot of Saihara-kun’s notes.” he commented.
“Is that so...” Shuichi trailed off.
I can’t believe this...does Ouma-kun not take notes in his classes or something? Amami-kun sounded like the world had ended when he saw that I was taking notes, he thought to himself.
He then looked at what he had written down, observing his handwriting.
As much as I wanted to replicate Ouma-kun’s writing, it’s too swirly for my taste. Just how is he able to understand what he’s written down, he wondered to himself.
He continued writing as the professor told them to start sketching out a complex character of their own. As he began to brainstorm, Rantaro slipped a note in his direction. Shuichi arched a brow at this as he read what the piece of paper said.
We’re still on for the mixer later tonight, right?
Shuichi had to resist the urge to release an annoyed sigh.
Gosh, I almost forgot that he’s going to that mixer, he thought to himself.
He was nearly tempted to write down that he wasn’t going to go after all, but he stopped himself. He turned the piece of paper over and wrote his response.
I guess? Why are you asking?
Rantaro took the piece of paper and wrote something down under his response.
Just checking.
Shuichi frowned at this as Rantaro wrote something else.
It’s just funny that you’re deciding to come after all, seeing as you were so adamant about not going before. Does it have something to do with Saihara-kun?
Shuichi’s eyes widened in surprise upon seeing his name on the paper.
Wait, what, he asked himself.
He took the piece of paper and wrote down his response.
What do you mean?
Rantaro chose not to respond to the question, going back to working on the exercise. Shuichi wanted to nudge Rantaro and ask him to explain what he meant, but something told him that he wouldn’t say anything more, so he decided against it.
However, even as he tried to distract himself, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander.
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Kokichi looked at the schedule that Shuichi sent him over text, sighing deeply.
“Ugh, now it’s a break for an hour and a half before going to the abnormal psychology lecture hall from three thirty until ten minutes to six...this is so ridiculous! How in the world is Saihara-chan able to go to all of these difficult classes without dropping dead?” he wondered out loud.
He glanced over at the nearby dining hall.
I should at least go and get something to eat, he thought to himself.
He began to make his way over there as a voice called out to him.
“Oh! Saihara-kun!”
Kokichi immediately stiffened.
Oh, hell no.
This could not be happening to him.
He slowly turned, watching as Kaede began to make his way over to him.
Goddammit it all. It’s Miss Piano Nerd, the last person I wanted to run into, he thought to himself.
He forced a smile onto his lips.
“Hey there, Kayay—I mean, Akamatsu-san!” he greeted.
Kaede smiled as she approached him, ignoring the way he covered up his mistake.
“What a coincidence, running into you here! Harukawa-san and I were just thinking about going to grab lunch before we head to the gym!” she chirped.
“Wait, who’s with you?” Kokichi asked, hoping he heard her wrong.
“Harukawa-san!” Kaede replied.
Kokichi felt his blood slowly turn cold as Maki poked her head out from behind Kaede.
Oh, god no.
No.
No, no, no, no—
Okay, scratch what I said about Kayayday earlier. She’s the second to last person I wanted to run into. It’s Harukawa-chan! She’s the last person I wanted to run into today, he thought to himself.
“Yo.” Maki greeted.
“Y-Yo.” Kokichi replied lamely.
Oh my god, I want to die. Please let the ground swallow me whole, please, he silently pleaded.
“Are you going for lunch, too?” Kaede asked.
“Yeah, seeing as I have some time before I go to my last class for the day.” Kokichi replied.
“Wow! It truly is a coincidence!” Kaede beamed at him. “Let’s get lunch together, then!” she chirped.
Kokichi could only stare as Kaede looped her arms around his own and she began pulling him in the direction of the dining hall with Maki following close behind.
Ugh, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe I have to eat lunch with Kayayday and Annoying Harukawa-chan, he thought to himself.
He then stared down at Kaede’s arms, which were wrapped around his own tightly.
Also, does she always hold him like this?! Gosh, ever her boobs are pressing against his arm...he actually lets her do this?! Ugh, now I’m really angry, he thought to himself.
They headed to the dining hall and after getting their food, they sat down at a table and began to eat. Kokichi poked his chopsticks at the bowl of white rice in front of him as Maki and Kaede conversed.
I can’t even eat what I usually have for lunch or else they’ll find out the truth, he thought to himself.
He sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, proceeding to type out a text to Shuichi.
Shuichi S: Saihara-chan, I know that you’re in class rn, but I need help!!! I’m being forced to eat with Akamatsu-chan and Harukawa-chan and I’m 99.9% sure that I’m going to screw this up
“Who are you texting, Saihara-kun?”
Kokichi looked up mid-text and saw Kaede watching him inquisitively.
“Uh...I’m texting Saihara-chan.” he replied.
“Saihara...chan?” Maki questioned.
Kokichi grew pale upon realizing that he slipped up.
Shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiiiiiiit! I was not supposed to say that, he thought to himself.
“But...you’re right here, Saihara-kun...” Kaede trailed off.
“Ahahaha! I was just kidding with you two! I mean, I’m texting Ouma-kun.” Kokichi said, putting emphasis on -kun.
He quickly finished his text and sent it, silently hoping that Shuichi would respond to it soon.
“Are you now?” Maki asked.
“Of course I am.” Kokichi replied.
Stop asking questions if you know what’s good for you, Harukawa-chan, he thought to himself as he shot a pointed glare in her direction.
He reached for his cup of water and began sipping on it as Kaede spoke.
“Speaking of Ouma-kun, have you told him yet?” she asked.
“Hm? Told him what?” Kokichi inquired.
“That you like him, obviously.” Kaede replied.
Kokichi sputtered, water spilling all over the counter.
“Ah! Saihara-kun, you spilled your water!” Kaede exclaimed as she scrambled to pull napkins out of the holder and wipe up the mess he made.
Wait, wait, hold on a minute! Did I hear her right, he asked himself.
“Wait, Saihara-cha—I mean, I like Ouma-kun?” he asked.
“Yeah? You said you liked him since December of last year.” Maki stated bluntly.
“I did, huh...” Kokichi trailed off.
He leaned back in his seat, staring up at the modern light fixture above the table they were seated at. On the inside, he was freaking out.
Saihara-chan likes me?! He actually likes me?! Oh my god, is this for real?! Are my feeling requited after all, he asked himself.
He chuckled to himself.
“Holy shit...”
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Shuichi looked down at the text that Kokichi sent him of his schedule earlier today.
Shuichi S: After school, you need to meet with Keeboy in the library! He should be on the second floor. We usually spend Fridays after class in the library for a little while before returning to our dorms~
Okay, so now I need to head to the library and meet up with Keebo-kun, he thought to himself.
He sighed as he made the trek across campus to the library.
I really don’t want to poke fun and tease Keebo-kun like Ouma-kun usually does because that’s just mean, but I’m going to have to in order to keep up appearances, he thought to himself.
He arrived at the library a few minutes later and he stepped inside, making his way up to the second floor. He weaved through the shelves of books before spotting Keebo sitting at one of the tables near the window.
There he is. Now, how does Ouma-kun usually approach him again? Doesn’t he tackle him while shouting some rude nickname or something, he asked himself.
He shrugged.
I’ll just wing it, he thought to himself.
“Hiya, Keeboy!” Shuichi shouted as he tackled Keebo.
Keebo let out a startled shout, AirPods flying out of his ears at the force. Some people gave them looks, but turned back to what they were doing soon after.
Shuichi let out a relieved sigh.
Thank god we’re in the green zone. I can be as loud as I need to be, he thought to himself.
“Ou-Ouma-kun!” Keebo exclaimed.
“Nishishi! Spooked you, didn’t I? Did your heart leap out of your chest when I did that?” he asked.
“Of course it did! Who wouldn’t be terrified by that?!”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Shuichi moved to sit down across from him as Keebo bent down and picked up his AirPods from the floor.
I’m so sorry, Keebo-kun. Once this whole situation is over, I’ll come and apologize to you myself, he thought to himself as he placed Kokichi’s backpack on top of the table.
Keebo sighed as he placed his AirPods on the table and paused his music.
“Well? How were classes today?” he asked.
“Just dandy!” Shuichi chirped.
“That’s good.” Keebo replied.
Shuichi pulled out the materials he needed to work on and got to work. Keebo did the same, the two of them falling into a comfortable silence. As he worked, he couldn’t help but think about Kokichi.
I hope he’s doing alright...I mean, I told him what he needed to do in order to survive having lunch with Akamatsu-san and Harukawa-san, but I can’t help worrying over him, he thought to himself.
He sighed, setting his pencil down as Keebo spoke.
“So, are you still going to that mixer?” he asked.
“The mixer?” Shuichi questioned.
Great, even Keebo-kun’s asking...I am so tempted to say no, but at the same time, I shouldn’t let my emotions get the better of me, he told himself.
“Yeah. Are you still going with Amami-kun?” Keebo asked.
“Well...” Shuichi reached up to twirl some hair around his finger. “Yeah, I still am.” he replied.
Keebo stared at him with an incredulous look on his face.
“I still can’t believe you’re going, let alone actually agreeing to it.” he stated.
This made Shuichi arch a brow.
Keebo-kun’s acting like he’s against it...come to think of it, Amami-kun also seemed surprised when I confirmed that he was still going to the mixer...he even mentioned something about me...I wonder why that is, he wondered to himself.
“Hm? How come?” he asked.
“I mean, I don’t see why you would go if you have feelings for Saihara-kun...” Keebo trailed off.
The world screeched to a sudden halt. Shuichi’s eyes widened as he stared at Keebo in shock.
He...what?
“...Huh?” he asked.
“What do you mean, huh? You like Saihara-kun and you’ve liked him from the very moment you saw him! How come you’re acting so surprised about this? You’re always gushing over him and telling me everything from how he helped you with your homework to how you like it when he’s shirtless because he has such a ‘killer body.’” Keebo explained.
Shuichi felt his cheeks turn red.
I had no idea he felt this way about me...he’s thought of me the same way I thought of him, but he’s liked me from the very beginning, he thought to himself.
He was so immersed in his thoughts that he failed to hear Keebo call out his name. The snapping of fingers was what pulled him out of his trance, eyes blinking rapidly as Keebo gazed at him in concern.
“Ouma-kun?” he asked.
“Ah! Sorry, it’s just...” he resumed twirling some hair around his finger, doing it faster than last time. “You brought it up so suddenly that I couldn’t help but react that way...” he trailed off.
“I see...well, I guess that’s normal.” Keebo pulled away (Shuichi has no idea of how close Keebo leaned in towards his face until he withdrew) and propped his elbows up on the table, resting his face in his hands. “Also, didn’t you say you were going to confess to him? What happened to that?” he asked.
“Huh?! C-Confess to Saihara-chan?!” Shuichi exclaimed in shock.
At that point, the blush on his cheeks had spread to his ears. He bit his lip, twirling his hair around his finger even faster as Keebo watched him in surprise.
“You’re acting like a flustered schoolgirl, which is so not like you. Are you okay?” he asked.
“Y-Yeah! No need to worry about me! I’m okay, Keeboy!” Shuichi replied.
He tried to calm the quick racing of his heart as he stared down at the open notebook before him.
Oh my god, he even planned on confessing to me soon?! This is crazy, totally crazy, he thought to himself.
Then, another thought hit him.
Wait a minute...if Ouma-kun has feelings for me—
“Then why...?” he trailed off.
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Keebo said with an exasperated sigh.
Shuichi bit his lip as he looked back down at the open notebook, thinking about this sudden revelation.
This is all so weird...
Shuichi sighed.
I’m going to need to get to the bottom of this.
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Shuichi arrived back at the dorm room he shared with Kokichi after being at the library with Keebo. Upon stepping inside, he saw Kokichi digging through his closet before pulling a set of clothes out.
It was a loose, white cardigan with gold stars all over it, a light blue button-up shirt, and dark denim skinny jeans.
He laid them out on the bed as he looked over and locked eyes with Shuichi.
“Oh... you’re back.” he said.
As soon as Kokichi spoke, he was immediately reminded of what Keebo told him in the library.
“What do you mean, huh? You like Saihara-kun and you’ve liked him from the very moment you saw him! How come you’re acting so surprised about this? You’re always gushing over him and telling me everything from how he helped you with your homework to how you like it when he’s shirtless because he has such a ‘killer body.’” his cheeks turned red.
Oh god, now that I know Ouma-kun likes me back, this feels so awkward, he thought to himself.
“Hm? Saihara-chan, your face is red. Are you alright?” Kokichi called out.
“H-Huh? Uh, yeah, I’m alright.” Shuichi replied.
“Mmmm, you sure about that? Because your face says otherwise.” Kokichi commented.
Shuichi swallowed as Kokichi made his way over to him. He backed up until his back was pressed against the door, Kokichi trapping him against it. Shuichi’s mind was going haywire.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, he’s so close! Very close! He’s completely towering over me! I wonder if this is how feels each time he’s beside me, he told himself.
Kokichi peered at him before reaching out and pressing the palm of his hand against Shuichi’s forehead.
“Hmm...it doesn’t seem like you have a fever...” he mused.
Shuichi’s cheeks turned redder as Kokichi flipped his hand over so that the back of it was against his forehead. He withdrew his hand soon after and a smirk crossed his lips.
“My, your cheeks got even redder. Maybe it’s because I’m close to you like this?” he asked.
“That’s...!” Shuichi squeaked out.
“Oh my god, were you thinking something dirty?! Man, Saihara-chan’s not as pure as I thought he was!” Kokichi exclaimed.
“That’s not what it is, Ouma-kun! Also, don’t say those kinds of things with my face!” Shuichi shouted.
Kokichi laughed as he pulled away from Shuichi and made his way back over to the bed.
“So, I took out the clothes that I’m going to be wearing to the mixer.” Kokichi pulled out a pair of black boots and placed them at the foot of the bed. “You have to meet up with Amami-chan in front of the dorms for seven fifteen and then you guys will go to the mixer from there. Put that on and then I’ll help you with makeup and stuff.” he explained.
“I see...” Shuichi trailed off.
He stared at Kokichi as he began to think.
I need to tell him now. There is no way I can keep quiet about this forever, now that I know how he feels about me, he thought to himself.
He balled his hands into fists as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Actually, Ouma-kun...before I go and get changed, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” he said.
He let the backpack fall to the ground beside his feet as Kokichi turned to look at him.
“Yeah? What’s up?” he answered.
“Well...” Shuichi’s tongue darted out to lick at his lips. “I just want to know, why are you going to that mixer, anyway?” he asked.
“Why? It’s because Amami-chan didn’t want to go alone, so I decided to go with him.” Kokichi replied.
“But, you said you had no intentions of going before because you already have someone you like, didn’t you?”
“Yeah? But now I’m going. I don’t understand what you’re trying to imply, Saihara-chan.”
“It’s just...it doesn’t make sense!” Shuichi stared at him. “Why would you still go to the mixer despite the fact that you’re in love with me?!” he asked.
Kokichi grew still, his eyes wide in shock.
“Wait...what did you say?” he asked.
“I heard from Keebo-kun while I was at the library. You had feelings for me from day one and you even planned on confessing to me soon.” Shuichi said.
Kokichi’s hand flew over his mouth.
“Oh, dammit...” he mumbled.
“Why is it, despite the fact that you like me, you’re going to a mixer?!” Shuichi asked.
“Why should it matter to you? Are you also in love with me? Is that why?” Kokichi shot back.
Shuichi’s eyes widened.
“How did you find that out?” he asked.
“Akamatsu-chan said it! She was asking if you told me yet that you—wait. When I teased you about having a crush on me because you were acting like me going to this mixer was such a bad idea...that was true? You actually do have a crush on me?” Kokichi asked.
“Yes, it’s true. I like you too, Ouma-kun.” Shuichi made his way over to Kokichi. “So, you better not go to that damn mixer or else you’ll really regret it.” he said.
“Saihara-cha—“ he was cut off by Shuichi grabbing his wrist and yanking him down, their lips colliding in a kiss.
Kokichi stiffened at first but kissed back soon after. His arms went to wrap around Shuichi as they moved toward’s Shuichi’s bed, Kokichi climbing on top of him. Shuichi wrapped his arms around Kokichi’s neck.
This is definitely not how I was imagining my first kiss with him to go...oh, whatever. That means nothing compared to the fact that I’m actually kissing him right now, Shuichi thought to himself.
Shuichi pulled away, eyes slowly opening as he looked to see that Kokichi was under him rather than above him.
“Wait...what are you doing below me?” he asked.
That was when he noticed that he was speaking with his own voice rather than Kokichi’s. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Wait...could it be...?” he asked.
“We changed back.” Kokichi commented.
It was silent between them for a few minutes before Kokichi burst into loud laughter.
“Oh my god, we’re back in our bodies! I’m me again!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Shuichi said with a laugh of his own.
“I can’t believe all we had to do was kiss.”
“I know, right? That was interesting.”
Just then, Kokichi’s phone dinged. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone, reading the message that flashed across the screen.
“Ouma-kun? Who is it from?” Shuichi asked.
“Amami-chan. He’s asking for confirmation on the meeting place.” Kokichi replied.
“Oh...” Shuichi trailed off.
“Let me respond to him, one minute.” Kokichi said.
Shuichi’s lips pulled into a frown as he watched Kokichi type away on his phone.
Don’t tell me that after all this, he’s still going to go, he asked himself.
He felt his heart sink at the thought as Kokichi locked his phone and tossed it into a random corner of the bed.
“There, all done.” Kokichi stared up at Shuichi. “What’s wrong? You look like a kicked puppy.” he commented.
“I do not look like a kicked puppy!” Shuichi complained.
“Yeah, you do.” Kokichi replied.
Shuichi pouted.
“It’s just...what did you say to him?” he asked.
“Oh, that. I just told him that I’m not going to go to the mixer after all because I have something else to do.” Kokichi reached up to touch Shuichi’s cheek. “I need to spend some time with my beloved boyfriend, don’t you think?” he said.
Shuichi felt his heart soar at the words “beloved boyfriend.”
Oh my god.
I feel so giddy.
Holy shit.
He completely ignored the fact that Kokichi told Rantaro he wasn’t going to the mixer anymore. He just felt incredibly happy that his feelings were requited. He got off of Kokichi and laid down on the bed beside him. Kokichi curled up against his side as Shuichi spoke.
“So? Why were you going to go to the mixer in the first place?” Shuichi asked.
“Well...I started thinking that maybe you didn’t like me back, so I decided that maybe it would be better to go.” Kokichi smiled up at him. “But now that I know you like me back, I have no reason to go.” he explained.
“I see...I’m happy.”
“I can tell.”
Shuichi turned to lay on his side, staring at Kokichi as he stroked his hair.
“I love you.” he said.
Kokichi giggled.
“I love you too.” he replied as their lips came together in another kiss.