#tiny!kokichi

[zel-zo]

Is tiny Katio looking for tiny Shuichi?

Thankfully, with a tiny bit of explanation from Shuichi and a bit of "being held down long enough to listen" from Gonta, Kaito saw reason... at least enough to not break down Kokichi's dorm door.

[This was an amazing ask and I'm sorry it took so long to reply!! I love interactivity so if you have any questions/thoughts/ideas for the g/t au please lmk!!!<3]

[A TINY MOTIVE AU MASTERPOST]

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Can you write some pred!Kiibo hcs :)? I think that the giant robot boi would make a really good pred

Random Pred!Kiibo Headcanons!

TW: mention of digestion

With him being a giant robot his creator installed a mechanic to store tinies. Kiibo at first didn’t understand why it was added until he met his first few tinies

Kiibo has sharp, metallic teeth so he must be extra careful to not slice the tiny when he goes to store them

He tends to store Kokichi a lot more than the other students because of his Malicious intent and pranks. Of course Kokichi is not a fan, spewing robophobic comments has he slides down and pouting in tummy jail

Because Kiibo is a robot he has no stomach acid, which means the tinies he stores has no chance of being accidentally melted/digested

He stomach walls glow a baby blue, made of latex instead of natural stomach lining

Kiibo will always ask permission before swallowing any tinies to store

Miu is enamored with his complex store system. She constantly asks Kiibo to store her so she can analyze and study how it works. Of course Kiibo blushes every time he feels her squirm in curiosity

Sometimes Kokichi will prank Kiibo by leaving a fake arm or body part in his stomach, scaring the life out of Kiibo when he finds out that he ‘digested’ someone, instantly breaking down in tears and panicking

Kokichi will ask very strange questions when he figures out Kiibo has this ability, making him extremely uncomfortable

Before swallowing anyone, he will lick and kiss them as a way of comfort for himself and for the tiny, knowing that this could potentially scare any skittish tinies

I had such a fun time writing this! I hope you enjoy this Anon! We all love giant robot Boi!

- Mod Vivian

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cld yu do shiftr!shuichi nd norm sized ouma? hhsjsjx btw i. love yr writing sm...!!!!

Thank you sm hun I'm glad you enjoy my stuff! And you've got such good taste, the world needs more of shifter anxious detective hhehehehhhahaha

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Word count: 1700

Summary: No one else has, but Kokichi is sure he saw something strange about Saihara, and he won't rest until he's proven right or wrong about the oddity.

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He wasn’t as surprised by sudden, uncharacteristic outburst as he was by the fact that Shuichi must have grown a good few inches while he’d been yelling.

Tense, Kokichi let his gaze wander over the class and his classmates. Most seemed discomforted by the usually meek detective’s mood shift, none seemed otherwise bothered by his changing height. Had they not noticed? Kokichi found that hard to believe. He knew to differentiate between his eyes tricking him and truth standing right in front of him; the truth of the moment was that he’d decided to sneak up on the emo boy from behind to scare him, and succeeded so well that instead of being loosely scolded like he’d expected, he’d gotten yelled at more harshly than a parent who’d caught their kid doing drugs. And while scared and angry, Shuichi Saihara had grown at least three inches in height and had been still getting taller.

Kokichi didn’t bother the boy more several days after the uncanny accident. He sat at the back of the classroom like a silent bystander, and watched. He’d heard the boy tell his pianist friend that conducting an investigation was easier when there was an answer to confirm rather than a question to answer. That much was true; it was much easier for Kokichi, since he knew, to catch the signs. Everything made more sense, from the way the ultimate detective hunched over when he felt nervous, to the way he’d straighten up when something made him smile or laugh, yet never seemed any taller or shorter despite the difference in stance.

If it was creepy at first, it became fascinating for the supreme leader to watch over his classmate and understand the logistics of his strange ability. The highlight of Kokichi’s day was to observe the others interact with Shuichi, predict what they would say and how the strange boy would react, and watch as his predictions came true and Shuichi shifted in posture and readjusted his hat; sometimes so large it fell over his eyes and sometimes too small to fit on top of his head. His changes in height seemed to follow his emotions more than his will, and the accident that had occurred between them a few days ago was a testament to that.

When his curiosity grew disproportionate, Kokichi decided to put his newly acquired knowledge to test and challenged himself to make the boy’s height change beyond any possible denial. Either he could slowly befriend Shuichi, make him feel safe and happy in his presence until he loosened up, or he could give him another good scare that would send his head flying to the ceiling. The choice was easily made.

It started slow. First, Kokichi sent a few ominous stares at the detective, which were only met with annoyance and stubborn ignorance. Then came the letters left on his desk; ‘I know your secret,’ ‘Isn’t your hat too small for your head?’ ‘Wanna watch "Honey I shrunk the kids" together?’

Shuichi didn’t come to class for two days after that. When he came back, more distant and avoidant than ever, Kokichi decided to drop the theatrics and catch him in the act as fast as he could before he slipped out of his fingers again.

By late afternoon, when most of their classmates had left, only he and Shuichi stayed in the classroom; the latter waiting for him to leave the room so he could leave safely after. When Kokichi didn’t move from his seat and made it obvious enough he wouldn’t budge, it was Shuichi who quickly gathered his belongings and slunk out of the classroom. Kokichi followed.

The hallways were dark and vacant. Four walls met neatly and threatened to enclose around the taller boy who kept his eyes downcast and pace quick. From behind, Kokichi’s footsteps echoed in the empty space. The tension was palpable and Kokichi relished the feeling, his heart pounding in his chest and blood roaring in his ears. The atmosphere had nothing to envy to a horror or thriller movie. Kokichi was starting to doubt his decision, good thing. If he felt so tense then Shuichi must have been on the verge of breaking out.

Like the most cliché thriller teen movie, Shuichi sped around a corner and tumbled in the boy’s bathroom. What a bad move, Kokichi could’ve almost thought the detective wanted to be caught like that. He seized the opportunity, and took his sweet time to follow after his prey.

Whistling a merry tune, Kokichi skipped over to the only closed stall. He knocked several times, following the rhythm of his tune for added annoyance, but Shuichi didn’t say a word. He could hear rapid breathing beyond the wooden door, and he could already see the tip of a familiar hat poking out from the top.

Kokichi bent down and peeked under the door. “Hey, Saihara? What shoe size do you wear?” He didn’t respond, didn’t move. “I don’t think even my clown shoes could fit you.”

“Kokichi, I don’t know why you’re following me, but please leave me alone.” There it was, the small, wavering voice, begging for him to keep the secret. A grin came over the leader’s face.

“Oh, fine, fine. I'll even do you a favor and tell our classmates how you can totally change height, and then they'll leave you alone, too.”

There was a sputter, the knob moved, and Kokichi backed away just in time for the door to be nearly ripped off. A second too late, and the smaller boy would have been knocked down.

Kokichi scooted back until his back was pressed against a wall, unable to control his fear for a split second. Shuichi emerged from hiding; his head met the ceiling with a thud. He was much taller than anticipated, at least four times as tall as himself. He looked like a real life giant; one that could snatch the smaller leader’s entire leg in a fist. One wrong move could cause the worst accident; one purposeful attack to him could send him to the hospital.

Shuichi gasped and stumbled a few steps back, cornering himself. His hands shot up to head level like some murderer caught red handed, face twisted in fear, and Kokichi was immediately able to push his own fright to the back of his mind, reminding himself of who exactly he was facing. Still, it was easy to remember what kind of person Shuichi was, but it was hard to keep in mind when he was still growing taller by the second.

“Please don’t-” he didn’t even look him in the eyes, instead keeping them shut as he curled in on himself and laced shaky hands over his head for protection. The ceiling whined and cracked, ready to give out at any moment under the inhumane force. Kokichi took a few steps away, staying safe and out of arm’s length of the too large boy. “Don’t freak out- Don’t tell anyone- Please!”

For a second, Kokichi felt like Bill, the lizard from Alice in wonderland. He had to get out; he didn’t want to end up like the lizard from Alice in wonderland.

Thankfully though, his emo Alice wasn’t blocking out the exit with his elbow, and Kokichi was able to slip out of the room in the next second without being stopped. Morbid curiosity kept his feet rooted right at the door, and he listened for the commotion. There was ragged breathing and feverish mumbles, the creaking and cracking got louder and louder till it reached a monstrous, terrifying peak, and Kokichi debated for several moments whether or not he should go back in. But when he was sure he would hear the ceiling fall off and his hand had already grasped and twisted the doorknob, ready to jump in action should he help the other boy get out, the commotion subsided, slow at first, until there was nothing but deafening silence lying beyond the door.

Kokichi’s grip remained tense on the knob. His entire plan had built up to that very moment. He’d made a grandiose mess, but he couldn’t leave without taking at least one last look at it; all villains looked back at their explosion in the climax.

Breath still hitched in his throat, Kokichi pushed the door open and poked his head in. Save for a few cracks on the walls and ceiling, the room looked fine. Shuichi didn’t look as fine; hunched over a sink and eyes glued to his shoes, breathing heavily and body trembling. Taunts easily came to Kokichi’s mind in dozens, but he didn’t have it in him to tease the messy-looking boy anymore at the moment. “Man…” He breathed out.

Shuichi’s eyes snapped to him, wide with fear for a second, until his gaze settled more firmly on the shorter boy’s face. Slowly, his face clenched up in a frown, the deathly pale tint to his cheeks disappeared under bloody crimson. He straightened up, shoulders tense, and breathed in.

“Get out!”

Kokichi didn’t flinch at the screech. That reaction was to be expected. Still, it wasn’t his fault Shuichi was so bad at pushing the reset button to his feelings; Kokichi had just done so at that very moment. Without another word and like a good villain owning up to his evil deed, Kokichi retreated and closed the door. Maybe he should have gone the anticlimactic route and let the boy alone.

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So what if for a motive instead of kokichi being a giant he’s shrunk and stuck with shuichi :0! ( like continuing off of the other motive writing you did -)

hiii I'm glad for this req I was hoping someone would catch my drift and ask for a sequel since I had an idea for it in mind 💃 altho I took a wittle little bit of liberty with your req I hope you don't mind

(again terribly sorry for the delay friend I hardly had any time for this hope you'll enjoy either way)

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Word count: 1800

Summary: The game master has a new dirty trick up their sleeve to get rid of a certain little liar; but Kokichi isn't going down so easily, even with the threat of now death waiting for him at every corner.

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It seemed the mastermind wasn’t too pleased when the motive hadn’t gotten him murdering and executed, so their next plan was to get him directly murdered.

Kokichi stands in Monokuma’s shadow, expression blank in face of the bear’s cruel cackles. It's a wonder how the mastermind can see him as a threat when he hasn't been able to stop any of the past murders, but he's still flattered that he's managed to mess with their plans enough that they'd stoop to such a low motive.

When the monochromatic bear leaves, Kokichi is left silently staring at the rest of his classmates from his spot on the cafeteria table, standing at the miserable height of a toy. Any other day, jokes and taunts and lies would be flowing out of his mouth, but his mind doesn’t come up with anything when he’s surrounded by classmates who he knows are already thinking of killing him and hiding his body to avoid a class trial; the same classmates whom he could hold in the palm of his hand only yesterday.

Silent and unmoving as he is, they must think him a scared little child; Kokichi Ouma, supreme leader of evil, reduced to some cute joke, some fanservice for an audience to coo at before he inevitably dies. The thought of the mastermind looking down on him and laughing to themselves at the moment is near sickening.

Kiibo is first to speak up, “So… What should we do about this?”

“I say,” Maki’s reply is instantaneous, like she’d been waiting to say those next words for too long, “We end this killing game right here and now.”

And when she takes a swift step forward, red eyes piercing through his tiny form with a murderous intent he’s seen too many times already, Kokichi can’t do anything but resign himself to the fact that he won’t live to stop the killing game.

Then something darts in front of him and blocks his view, and he thinks he somehow must’ve dreamed the words, “Maki, don’t hurt him.”

It takes his paranoid brain longer than he’d like to admit to realize that the hand in front of him isn’t coming to grab him and squeeze his guts out, rather, it’s shielding him. A gesture he wouldn’t expect coming from anyone in this room, except-

“You can't fall for the mastermind's trick so easily.” Shuichi stands towering in front of him in a protective stance, like some knight in shining armor; and to think this is the same boy who was cowering in his presence only days ago.

"Yeah! Harumaki, you promised, remember?" Kaito, the actual knight in shining armor of the academy, doesn't come to protect him; instead, he steps up to Maki and places a hand on her shoulder. Of course, when killer girl is trying to kill poor lil' Kokichi, it's still her who needs help and support and not the doll-sized villainous boy about to be murdered. "This has gotta be a trap or somethin'."

"Right," Shuichi joins in. He briefly glances over his shoulder at Kokichi, and the now tiny boy meets his gaze with the same blank expression. "Think about it, doesn't this new motive seem more like a way to…" his gaze lingers on Kokichi's small form for a second longer, before he tears it away, "… to get rid of a specific classmate?"

"Yeah," Kaito chimes in, "I'm starting to think the mastermind wants Kokichi dead for whatever reason," The grave expression on his face matches the morbidity of his statement. He slams his fists together in determination, "We can't let that happen."

"I do agree," Kiibo pipes up, "That if Kokichi was the enemy hiding among us, it wouldn't make sense to put himself in such… disadvantageous situation," he's hesitant and careful with his choice of word, like he could somehow be tiny-phobic.

"You're all overthinking this too much," Maki's cold gaze falls back on him, and if looks could kill, a body discovery announcement would have played out, "The killing game stops when the mastermind is dead. Simple as that."

The pressure of her stare threatens to crush him. Kokichi's legs nearly give out under his weight, and his first reaction is to stumble a few steps back and plaster a grin on his face.

“Pish posh, poor Harumaki… wants to kill me so badly, she's ready to do it in front of everyone,” His voice nearly wavers, he takes another step back for good measure. No use in trying to reason with an assassin or try to gain anyone’s sympathy; it’s always easier to stick to the role he’s written himself into.

Kokichi speaking for the first time seems to trigger the whole cafeteria to erupt in a cacophony again. Maki tries to push past Kaito and Shuichi to get her grubby hands on the little leader, and the two boys defend him (at least he thinks they do); someone yawns and someone else gasps and exclamations and accusations are thrown around.

"There has to be more to this motive!"

"You're protecting him over a maybe?"

"This is terrible, we shouldn't fight!"

"Nyeh… we still haven't had breakfast…"

They argue and bicker, like they always do when a new motive is presented and they don’t know what to make of it. Kokichi finds it easy enough to block out the obnoxious voices. He lets cold logic take over his mind and shadow his fear as he assesses the situation.

Even if he refuses, they'll probably force him to be baby-sat by someone. Staying with Maki or Miu is out of the question. Kiibo would be a good choice if Kokichi wanted the eyes of the mastermind and the audience on his back at all time, and Himiko would be a good choice if he wanted all the protection of a bodyguard who doesn't tolerate him and sleeps most of the time.

Gonta does tolerate him and has already worked with him in the past; he wouldn't be a bad choice, but for now Kokichi has a feeling he'll end up sleeping in a bug case with cockroaches if he goes with the giant entomologist, so he'll pass. Kaito superman-wannabe-Momota wouldn't be so bad either, but he'll probably take advantage of the situation and try to get the tiny boy to open up about his super evil dark past or whatever; so again, he'll pass for now.

And then there's Shuichi… Staying with his beloved detective, they could stay up late at night and braid each other's hair and share their secrets, they could make plans together and explore the school and beat the mastermind like some iconic duo, they could even pick that night's game of chess back up since Kokichi still remembered the setting of the board. Staying with Shuichi, truely a dream come true, and a dream right in his reach. But he wasn't in dreamland, he was stuck in a killing game hell where he couldn't let his facade slip and show vulnerability so easily to the protagonist of their game. His eyes fall to the floor with the shame of entertaining such a dream before remembering the sobering reality. Staying with Shuichi is out the question.

Kokichi goes back to listening to the conversarion, but he finds the room silent and eight pairs of eyes on him.

“Kokichi,” Shuichi speaks again. The boy is tempted to look away, but he forces his eyes to meet the giant detective's faded gold ones, “you can stay with me if you want?"

A taunting smirk pushes its way to his face. “Man, Saihara wants to get a hold of me so he can do all kindsa weird stuff to me? Ew ew ew, so gross, I'm so terrified! How could you do this to a frightened little boy?”

“Kokichi,” he considers the exasperation in the detective’s tone a victory to him, although an unpleasant one, “You don’t need to be so obnoxious, if there’s someone you want to stay with, you can say it.” Sheesh, wasn't Shuichi dying to talk to him the other night?

His best option isn’t ideal, but he can't get too picky in his current situation. “Welll, I think I’d like to stay with big sis Shirogane!” he hears the girl in question sputter a noise of surprise, and all eyes turn to her.

“What are you planning?” Maki speaks again after a long silence, voice betraying her skepticism.

“Oh, are you jealous I didn’t pick you, big sis Harumaki?” Do you want to die?

“Do you want to die?” Bingo. Too predictable.

“Uhm,” Tsumugi’s meek voice cuts him off before he can retort, “Why me? I-I mean, I don’t mind, I just don’t understand?”

Kokichi turns to her, and she nearly flinches at his attention. At least there’s one person in the room who’s still intimidated by him. “I just wanted to stay with my absolute favourite girl in this academy," as he says that, he walks around Shuichi's still outstretched hand to better face the absolute favourite girl in question, shooting on his way a quick glance up the detective, "aaand there's also this one cosplay I really wanna try now that I'm cutie-sized. That is, if Shirogane is fine with it?"

Tsumugi looks down to her feet and starts to vibrate with excitement hard enough that he can feel it under his feet. "O-Oh, I am fine with it. I wonder if we're both thinking of the same anime… but the only male character there has a dark skin tone, and there's one girl that really looks like you… You don't mind wearing a dress, do you?" She's already walking up to him with an outstretched hand, as if driven by the by the force of her love of cosplay.

Kokichi blinks his fear away and steps into the unsteady surface, immediately understanding the fear and discomfort in Shuichi's face that last night. Questions and accusations are still coming at him left and right, but he pointedly ignores it all and waves back to his remaining classmates with his cockiest smile as he leaves in the giant girl's hand, mind already buzzing with plans to survive the new motive.

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hope you don't mind the bit of saiou angst twist thing in the end 😔😔 I was too tempted to resist. Well hope u enjoyed dear !!

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Maybe a continuation of the big saihara and ouma ! ( I thought that would be a cool continuation-)

Hhh for a sec I panicked cuz I forgot which one had big sai but then I remembered and yea, more big shushi? Your wish is my command!

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Word count: 1500

Summary: Shuichi hasn't seen the little leader long enough for questions to spark in his mind. When he meets him again under terrible conditions, it only raises more questions and too few answers.

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Shuichi should have been more relieved when Kokichi had bumped into him after days and days of absence; only, it was hard not to flinch away at the sudden human contact and not to worry over his state.

“Oh, fancy seeing you here, kaiju boy.”

It took a second for Shuichi to answer. He was too caught up looking over the smaller boy at his feet. “… Hi there.” Somehow, the fact that he was unmasked wasn't the most concerning in his appearance. He was panting, his clothes were slightly torn and messed, and his usually pale face was a deep crimson shade. “Are you alone?”

“Well, not exactly. But I’ll tell you all about that if you go on a date with me.” Under other circumstances, Shuichi may have been annoyed by the joke, by the way the boy rocked on his heels in a near nonchalant posture –save for the occasional glance shot over his shoulder–. But if there was any chance Kokichi was being chased by cops or someone, Shuichi didn’t want to stay around to find out. He strained his ear and listened for any footsteps or someone nearing them, but Kokichi urged him, “I meant, like, right now.”

“Alright, alright.” As slowly as he could, Shuichi knelt down, acutely aware of the magnitude of his every movement. He pushed his embarrassment to the back of his mind and offered his palm up to the little leader, who hopped on a little too hastily and clutched to his thumb a little too tight. With one last glance around the area, the giant got up and walked the opposite way the other had come.

Surprisingly enough, Kokichi didn’t immediately start to climb all over him like a hyper kid, instead staying put like a… like a well behaved kid. Shuichi found himself wishing he’d had to worry for his safety rather than worry over his unexpected docility.

“Where are we headed?”

“Oh, let’s go faaar away from Japan and overseas. It’ll be so romantic, or platonic, really whatever you want as long as it’s far from here. Hey, I’ve got a super cool, super secret base in Australia. Sounds tempting?”

Shuichi held back from glancing behind him, and his pace subconsciously picked up. “I can’t really go that far. Did something happen?”

“You know, the usual.” He didn’t speak further after that, and Shuichi had to push his shoulder with his thumb to prompt him to go on. “Villains like me are just so hot and trendy, I’ve got tons of admirers and paparazzi who’d do anything to get their grubby hands on me,” He leaned his whole weight over the giant boy’s thumb and nuzzled his cheek to it, “But don’t get too jealous, Shuichi. Your grubby hands are the only ones I belong to.”

The boy only answered with him an odd look. He felt Kokichi shift in position and fiddle with something in his lap, so he didn’t bother him further.

At that late hour, the sky rested at it's darkest. Velvety black swallowed all stars and dimmed the moonlight to its lowest, and the only guidance Shuichi could rely on was the flickering street lights and his own memory. Snickers and whispers and clatters and whirring buzzed left and right, yet there wasn't a soul to be seen, save for the occasional cat that would hiss at the giant or rub against his shoes. Shuichi expertly blended in with the shadows with ease practiced over several years, but that wasn't enough to calm the unease fluttering in his chest.

“Afraid of stepping on someone? You’re going at an awfully slow pace.” Shuichi’s heart skipped several beats at the comment. For a split second, his eyes darted to the floor, but there was thankfully no person and no worrying, bloody splatter. He heaved a shaky sigh and looked down at the tiny boy in his hands, still fiddling with some secret and mumbling to himself. The remark sounded awfully out of character for someone he knew for certain was afraid of heights (even though he wouldn’t admit it), but Shuichi complied to his silent request. He cupped both hands around the small form in his palm and brought them closer to himself, before hurrying his pace.

Whether on foot or in a vehicle, Shuichi doubted any human could have caught up to him after so long. He didn’t want to bring it up to the leader who seemed already busy enough, but the curiosity was starting to kill him; if he was really helping a criminal get away, at least he wanted to know the details.

“Is the police after you?” His whisper was nearly indistinguishable among the the ambient sounds of the night’s streets. Somewhere, a couple streets away, a crazed dog barked till breathlessness. Shuichi stuck closer still to the shadows and deserted paths, changing his direction in hopes to avoid unwanted attention.

For a few seconds, Kokichi didn’t move and didn’t answer him. Deeming they had gotten far enough, Shuichi slipped into a dark alley between abandoned buildings and stayed put there. Even then, it took the completely uninterested Kokichi a moment to finally look up at Shuichi with an expression of annoyance. “What is it?”

“Are you-” He winced and shut his eyes tight when he heard people yelling barely a few feet away. He slunk to a corner, and both boys held their breaths until the group of drunkards got far enough. Shuichi let his tense shoulders fall and his chest loosen. “Are you running from the law?” He didn’t risk speaking above a breath.

“Oh, you know me. I’m such an angel, the law has nothing to reproach me” Kokichi, on the other hand, didn’t hold back from raising his voice. “Can we go now?” He kicked the fingers around him with his foot in a playful manner, but his tone hid venom underneath.

“What’s going on?” Slowly, carefully, Shuichi lifted his hands up to eye level. Up close, it was easier to see the numerous small bruises and dirt on his skin— at least, more bruises and dirt than expected for a talented criminal. The stern look Shuichi gave to the human boy was only met with a blank stare. Closed off as ever.

“Yikes, what’s with the mom look, Shuichi? We’re on a date, but you aren’t being very romantic or friendly right now.” Although he was much calmer than earlier that night, his eyes still drifted to the ground below now and then.

“I’m sorry, but we’re staying put if you don’t tell me who exactly is following you.”

“Curious, huh? You sound like one of those detective. I already told you, I caught the eyes of the wrong people and now they’re all yandere for me. And,” He paused, breathed in, and articulated every next word with great care, “I don’t want those people catching me.”

There was no prying with the leader for any more information. Shuichi bit his lip. He would’ve appreciated something less ominous, but he was starting to get an idea of the situation. “What about your group?”

“Dice? Oh, I raised them well, they’ll be fine without papa.”

Shuichi peeked out of the alley for any danger, then snuck out again. He knew where to go next. “So, you need to hide for a few days?”

Kokichi laughed. It was a nervous, all too genuine laugh. “A lifetime would be great, really. But I can do with only a few days.”

Shuichi only talked a moment later, when he’d gotten far enough from any curious ear. “Then I can keep you with me, if you want. Hiding is kind of my thing.

Kokichi had already busied himself with some secret. Shuichi didn’t wait for or expect a response, and yet, “Cool, it’ll be like a pajama party,” and after a beat, quieter, almost disinterested “Thanks.”

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Anyway don't mind me just thinking bout g/t Kokichi with DICE,,, leader and his gang going for crazy pranks and doting on each other, so sweet,,, discuss.