Chapter 1: shuichi has a thing for strangers
Summary:
Shuichi falls in love with a stranger.
Shuichi regrets not making sure that he fell for the right stranger.
Notes:
shuichi regrets a lot of things and you never really can tell when kokichi is drunk
(i added more to the first chapter so if u already read it...... re read it....)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Parties are not Shuichi Saihara's thing. A party requires social interaction--something Shuichi doesn't like. And drinking, Shuichi doesn't like that either. Yet, he stands in the bathroom of his dorm preparing for a halloween party while his friend, Kaede, waits for him to finish up for his makeshift halloween costume. He was simultaneously trying to decipher Kaede's costume, too.
"Shuichi, are you alright? It's been, what," She pauses, checking the time on her phone, "forty-five minutes?"
"Uh.. Yeah. I'm fine." He said, just loud enough for her to hear from behind the shut door. Kaede was right, it had been quite a long time, and for such a simple costume, too. At first, Shuichi considered just going as himself. With one of those corny 'This is my costume' pins he wore for a mandatory costume contest his senior year of highschool. Though Kaede being Kaede, deemed that as unacceptable, and he needed a 'real' costume for this. At some point, he had found a striped black and white shirt in the back of his dresser. Perfect. He could go as a robber. And, it was ironic, too. Him being a criminal justice major, and all. Perfecting his eyeliner, he pulled on the beanie-both items he found in a box of things from middle school-and opened the door.
"Ah! Oh my gosh, Shuichi, you look awesome!" Kaede said, enthusiastically jumping up from the couch. "Are.." She began laughing, "Is that eyeliner?"
"Hey! You told me I needed a real costume, the eyeliner fits. Do you know how many people my uncle has arrested who have eyeliner on in their mugshots?" He said, laughing.
"C'mon, we're late. We still gotta get Miu, too," Kaede simply smiled, and continued giggling as she walked towards the door.
The duo walked through the dorms hallway, until they reached the women's wing of the building. Kaede pressed her keycard to the door and headed for Miu's dorm.
It seemed like Kaede barely knocked on the door before it swung open, revealing Miu and what Shuichi would describe as a quite vulgar devil costume. A low-cut, black leather corset, a short leather skirt, fishnets, paired with black angel wigs and devil horns. He would admit her makeup looked quite nice, too.
Oh. That makes sense.
Kaede was dressed as an angel. It was a couples costume.
"Quit staring, jeez, my eyes are up here!" Miu practically yelled at Shuichi, startling the man.
"Miu, I.." As he began apologizing for something he wasn't totally sure he did, someones phone rang. In sync, everyone went to check their phones.
"Shit.. Kaede," Miu said, looking slightly panicked, turning her phone over to Kaede, presumably so she could see the contact. Without another word, Kaede shrugged, and turned for the dorm exit.
The walk was near silent, except for Miu occasionally muttering something unidentifiable-but likely vulgar-under her breath. Shuichi really couldn't keep this up. He really didn't mind the silence, usually, he preferred it. But the anxiety from the party, and whatever was happening with the two women, it was making him beyond anxious.
"Kaede, you have the address right? Do you know how far we are?" Shuichi said, startling Kaede.
"Oh, yes! It's the house up here." She pointed to the right, pointing to the frat house with the horrific halloween decor, flashing lights, and noise. So much noise.
"Alright, so I-" But just as he opened his mouth, Miu began running towards the house. Odd. Kaede turned to Shuichi, like she might've been getting ready to explain something, but she closed her mouth and rolled her eyes. Just as Miu got closer, a white van with what looked like... a checkerboard spray-painted on it. Three people in clown masks emerged, and the van sped away. Before Shuichi could realize it, Miu had basically tackled one of them. As Miu jumped the person, he made a subconscious mental note.
Purple, wavy hair. Checkered vans. Black t-shirt. Clown mask.
"Hey, Shuichi?" Kaede stopped him, "Stay away from whatever is happening there. Trust me," She said, blocking his path
"Thats.. what I was planning on doing anyway" He said, curiosity lacing his words.
"Okay, good. Just," she paused, "nevermind."
The two walked into the house, hearing the music amplify and the smell of marijuana intensify. People stood around what he assumed was the living room, drinking, smoking, and dancing.
He hated this.
That was until a specific, purple-haired man walked past. Followed by a trail of smoke, his muscular build brushed right past Shuichi. He felt a sudden urge to follow the new person around, he wanted to touch their muscles, what was their workout regimen? What would kissing them be like? What if they could do more together? Is this what love at first sight was like? All these sudden questions rushed to Shuichi's head, and a sudden burst of confidence made him seriously consider following the mysterious person around. He needed to get his number.
That was until he felt a cold splash hit the back of his pants. Shuichi whipped around instinctually, just to see the clown mask. And the same checkered vans. The one Kaede warned him to avoid.
"Oopsies.. there goes my drink," He turned around again, "Miu! Can you get me another beer? And maybe, like, not spike it this time?" He screamed.
"I didn't last time, shithead!"
"We all know you wanna, cum dumpster!" He responded, making her whine a bit, sounding like she was almost enjoying it.
"Miu, please, you're in public," Shuichi said, shutting her down.
"Yeah Miu," The purple haired boy said, mocking Shuichi's words, "You're in public."
Miu moaned, again, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Did you.. Did you spill that on me?" Shuichi said, pointing towards the other boy's drink.
"Mm.. Yep!" He fake smiled, "What'r you gonna do about it, Detective?"
Huh?
"Pardon?"
"Well, I know you prefer apprentice.."
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Eh, kinda. I've been living in the extra bed in your dorm!" The stranger giggled, taking a sip out of his nearly empty beer bottle, the same one he had spilled on Shuichi just moments prior.
"How.. How do you know about that?" Shuichi paused, "seriously, do I know you?" He said, meeting the strangers eyes. That's when the deja vu hit. He had to have known this person, had to have met him before. Those purple eyes were just too familiar.
The other just smirked.
Before Shuichi could further question him, Miu returned with drinks. Two of them in her hands and one... in her cleavage. Shuichi tried his best to maintain eye contact with the woman.
"I've got the goods people, and not just these ones.." She smirked, then began cackling while pointing to the drink she had been holding in her cleavage.
"Miu, ew, nobody, not even your own girlfriend, would refer to those as 'goods'. Gimmie the booze," The purple haired stranger said, reaching for the drinks she had in her hands.
Gross.
"Stay away from whatever is happening there. Trust me," replayed in Shuichi's mind.
So he looked back at the stranger, noting his oddly familiar purple eyes, then walked off.
Then that moment came rushing back. His muscular build, tan skin, he looked perfect in the light. And his purple hair. Shuichi knew what he needed to do. Find someone with his number. Shuichi remembered the trail of smoke, that was easy to find. Basically following the scent of weed, he found the group of people in the corner, passing a joint in a circle. He took a deep breath, and attempted to get the attention of one of them.
"Uhm,, Hey? Excuse me?" He mumbled. 'Nice, great first impression, Shuichi' He thought to himself.
"Yeah, what's up, dude?" Spoke a green haired man, with many piercings.
"I was wondering, did any of you see a purple haired guy walking around?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah," The green haired man turned to a friend, "He means Kaito, right?"
"Prolly." The much smaller man, in a prisoner costume, spoke.
"Uh, I guess, not sure why'd you'd willingly talk to him, though." He looked up, "My name's Rantaro," He stuck his hand out, but pulled it away before Shuichi could shake it, "And this is my friend, Ryoma."
"I'm Shuichi.." He awkwardly shared.
Rantaro turned to his friend, "Ryoma, you got his number?"
He simply nodded, and motioned for Shuichi's phone. He passed it over, quickly dialed some numbers, and passed it back.
"His name's Kaito Momota, by the way," Rantaro chimed in.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," He smiled waving his phone before slipping it into his back pocket.
As Shuichi walked away, Rantaro turned back over to Ryoma.
"Wait.. Who's number did you give him?" He laughed to himself, "He was talking about Kaito, right?"
"I gave him Kokichi's."
"Ryoma, damn," He chuckled, "That's mean..."
Shuichi walked away from the two men, he pulled his phone out again to text the stranger. Well, not anymore. His name was Kaito. And he was still somewhere at the party! Shuichi just needed to track him down. That couldn't be too hard, right? He'd found people with his number, now all he needed to find was the man himself.
And that's what he would've done, if the adrenaline rush from the action of getting his phone number hadn't worn off so quick.
Hit with a sudden wave of embarrassment, Shuichi made his way for the front porch. The realization hit. He didn't know anything about this man. Was he a reliable person, would he be a good friend? Is that all he could be? Did he even like guys, if so, does he already have a partner? A guy like that, Shuichi was sure, would already have a partner. More questions rushed to his head, this time, only negative thoughts.
As he reached the porch, he was met with three familiar faces. Miu, Kaede, and...the one who spilled the beer on him. While they drunkenly bickered, the soberest of the three noticed Shuichi standing there.
"Oh, Shu..Shuichi you're still here! I haven't seen you," Kaede paused, "Wow, all night! Where've you been?" She smiled, a drunken flush spreading across her cheeks. Kaede was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Even when she was sober, her cheeks always had a rosy tint to them. Her cheeks had a natural highlight, too. And her collarbone-length blonde hair framed her face perfectly. Although Shuichi and Kaede's relationship was purely platonic, he could still see the appeal.
"I've, I've been around, I guess. Got someones number." Shuichi smiled casually. The second the words left his mouth, though, it felt as if the other-shorter-purple haired man's ears perked up.
"Ooo... Saihara! Tell us more, don't skip the dirty details either~" He grinned, having had moved the clown mask off his face at some point during the night. With the mask pushed back, Shuichi could fully see his eyes. They matched his hair. So purple, they were almost black. As much as the stranger had annoyed him throughout the party, he couldn't deny that he was quite attractive. Not as attractive as Kaito, though.
"Kokichi!" Kaede yelped in response, while Miu snickered.
"Ah, I can assure you, it, it wasn't like that, at all." Shuichi awkwardly laughed, "Wait, Saihara? How do you know that?"
Kokichi smirked.
Kokichi. That was his name. And just like his eyes, the clown masks, and the van, it was all too familiar. He knew Shuichi's last name. He stared into the stranger-no, Kokichi's- eyes, looking for a memory that would fulfill his sense of deja vu, yet he couldn't. Maybe highschool, Shuichi really didn't talk to many people during school. Did Kokichi make a lucky guess, or did Miu tell him all this stuff, just to toy with Shuichi. It was probably that.
"Shuichi, have you not been drinking... You seem wayyy too sober for a halloween party..." Kokichi said, quite dramatically. There it was, his first name now. He really needed to talk with Miu about this later.
"Uh, nope. Drinking isn't really my thing, I guess." He spoke, uncomfortably. That was true. Growing up, Shuichi's parents had been quite heavy drinkers. Though they'd given him almost anything he could have wanted, considering their statuses in the film world, they couldn't provide the one thing he wanted. A normal family, one without the parties, the paparazzi, and obviously the drinking. Shuichi wasn't totally sure why they had to drink anyway. They had money. They had the child they wanted. They drank anyway. He managed.
Kokichi interrupted Shuichi's deep thought with an abrupt laugh.
"Is something... What's wrong?" Shuichi startled.
"C'monnn, oh my godd, you need alchohollll!" Kokichi dragged out each word. Reaching for Shuichi's arm, he made his way back into the kitchen. Shuichi turned over to look at Kaede and Miu, but they didn't seem to notice the two men leaving.
"So,, what's your deal? What'r you doin' here?" He said, looking up at Shuichi as he dragged the poor boy into the kitchen.
"Kaede dragged me along. I don't like parties, or Halloween at all, for that matter." He shrugged.
The other had a look plastered on his face, as if this was a personal attack against him.
"Nuh uh. Absolutely nope, in my house, everyone loves Halloween. It's clearly the best holiday!" He insisted.
"This is your house?" He said skeptically. It seemed unlikely, but not out of the picture, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
"Nope. Just another lie! Now, Saihara, what do you drink?"
"I mean, I already told you, I kinda.. I don't?"
"Hmm... You don't seem so sure.. You seem prettyyy boring.. Boring drink for a boring man." He laughed, for no apparent reason. He began mixing random bottles into a red solo cup, and passed it to Shuichi.
"I- You know I can't drink this.. right? I didn't see what you put in it, and also because, no offense, but we just met." He replied flatly.
Kokichi sighed, "Ugh. Miu was so, totally, beyond right about you. You are no fun. Jeez," He paused to dramatically roll his eyes, "It's a rum and coke. I wouldn't spike someone as adorably dense as you anyway. Got it?"
Adorably dense ...? Was this Kokichi's idea of flirting? If it was.. it wasn't working.
Then it clicked.
That's how Kokichi knew all about Shuichi. Through Miu.
"Oh. That's how you knew my name. Miu."
Kokichi looked confused, then plastered a smirk to his face, "Eh. Maybe. Maybe not."
"What do you mean, 'Maybe not'?, How else would I know you," He questioned.
"Just take the drink, Oh my goshhh, Why's it matter, anyway?" He said, rolling his eyes. He pushed the drink into Shuichi's hands, for the second time, and made his way for the kitchen doorway.
"Kokichi, wait, hold on," Shuichi walked toward him, drink in hand. Kokichi turned to look at the other, but turned back and continued walking out. For the second time tonight, Shuichi had a burst of confidence. He grabbed Kokichi's arm, pulling him back into the kitchen, forgetting about the drink in hand. The drink tipped over and spilled down Kokichi's arm.
He loudly sighed as Shuichi dropped his grip.
"Shit, oh, I'm so sorry, I can help clean-,"
"Stop, it's fine. This shirt is old, anyway. Do you seriously not recognize me?" He sighed.
Before Shuichi could respond, Kokichi got away, successfully, this time.
Where did he know him from?
Notes:
haiiiii
hope u loved it
im gonna write the end of the party next chapter i think
as always i appreciate any feedback, as long as its not directly mean!
maybe ill drop my social media next chapter
love yaaa
byee byeeeeee
Chapter 2: shuichi gets catfished
Summary:
Shuichi still doesn't remember Kokichi.
Kokichi remembers Shuichi.
Notes:
haiiii so basically - kokichi types like how i type (so if ur ever SOO luckyyy nd get 2 text w me...... it loooks like that)
had to rewrite all this cause i 4gottt 2 save!!! super duper fun
sorrry if u hate it
i dont hate it
ill probably add 2 it latr
LOVE YEWWWW BYEE!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The clock in Miu's dorm read 10:00AM. Kokichi didn't like waking up this late, but he'd been out late at a party, and it was the weekend. Not like he would've had classes anyway. Kokichi wasn't even a student at Hopes Peak. The only reason he was in the dorm right now, or at that party last night, was because he was a co-worker, no, friend, of Miu. He had gotten back to her dorm at about two in the morning, after an hour of questionable guidance back to the dorm building by a drunken Miu. While drunk himself. The party itself wasn't terrible, they had food, drinks, and he had run into someone he knew.
And wasn't recognized. But that was fine, its not like he had any reason to be upset about it. It wasn't like Shuichi was an old friend, or something significant. Before he could finish his thought, his phone buzzed.
Pulling himself up off the couch, noting he was still in his costume from the night before. The thing he couldn't remember, though, was what exactly he was dressed as. While he tried to remember, he phone buzzed again. He sat up, ignoring his developing headache.
It was a text message, from a number he didn't recognize.
"Hey"
"This is Kaito, right? I got your number from somebody last night at the Halloween party. I'm Shuichi."
Oh. Someone had given Shuichi the wrong number.
Now Kokichi had options. He could let the other know that someone had been mistaken, and given him the wrong number. He could say all that, and give him Kaito's number, if he still had it, that is. Or go along with it.
"mhmm!!! this is kaitooo!"
This would be more fun.
"Great! I just wanted to say I thought you were cute :)"
Kokichi needed a plan. He knew Kaito went to Hopes Peak, so he just needed to keep them separated. He could ask Miu for help, but she would probably tell Shuichi, 'cause her girlfriend was Shuichi's best friend. That meant this was all up to him. As he continued the conversation, he realized he hadn't changed his typing style, like, at all. If anyone-someone who had spoken to kaito- else saw these messages, they would quickly realize it was not Kaito.
"ooo why thank u!!! <33"
Too late now.
Kokichi kept his phone out, waiting for Shuichi to read the message, but he didn't. Wow. Who leaves someone their basically trying to seduce on read.
"heyyyyy shuichii?? where'd u go dude?"
Kaito used the word dude a lot.
Still no reply.
Kokichi began to type again, but a loud crash interrupted him. Miu's bedroom door swung open with a bang, followed by a groan.
"Oh my god, headache..." She walked out, seemingly not noticing the short male seated on her couch.
"Boo!" Kokichi shouted. Although it probably just worsened both their headaches, it was worth the reaction.
"Oh! Shit!" She yelped, turning over to see Kokichi sitting on the couch, "What's yer homeless ass doing here?"
"Hey! I am not 'homeless', I'm just..." He paused, "without a house, right now."
"Mhm... Same fuckin' thing!" She rolled her eyes.
"No it's not! I slept in a house last night!" Kokichi argued.
"Yeah a dorm. For a school you don't even go to. And also- it's called couch-surfing. Which is basically a genre of homeless."
"No..." He paused, "okay, it is, but I'm not homeless! And I have a job."
"Fine, fine, whatevs. Just, is it nicer than sleeping at the station?" Miu laughed at the slightly insensitive comment. But she wasn't wrong. Kokichi had slept at the police station a few times, starting at 16 years old.
"Eh.. Better than a cell, not as good as the club." He said, getting up from the couch fully, and walking toward the kitchen-situation. It wasn't a kitchenette, it had a full sized fridge and and island, among other things.
"You're telling me," Miu began laughing, "That the fuckin' strip club, is better than my dorm? No way."
"Uh, yeah. The playboy bunny shaped pillow I rested my beautiful head on last night wasn't nearly as nice as the ones at the club."
Kokichi shrugged, and grabbed an artificially flavored grape soda out of the fridge. Kokichi had loved these since childhood, but the older he got, the more of a comfort item they became. He even kept them stocked in the mini fridge at the club.
His arrest record would probably be clear, too, if he hadn't started working there. But also, he would've never met Shuichi, even if it didn't seem to matter much now that he couldn't even recognize Kokichi.
But maybe his uncle would. Oh. Right. The other reason he has that record, Detective Saihara. Any strip club that would employ an underage person, one who looked younger than his age, for that matter, should be deemed unethical. But letting the same, underaged person participate in a prostitution ring? That's even worse. Obviously, at some point that becomes an issue, and someone finds out. At first, the only issue was them employing underaged people. That would only be a fine in that area though. Detective Saihara had been the officer assigned to the case. At some point, the detective had discovered the ring, and brought around 6 of Kokichi's colleauges (and Kokichi himself) into custody.
"Where'd that come from.. I don't buy that shit, did you bring that?" Miu asked, pointing her long, hot pink nail at the soda.
"Uh, I assumed you got it for me? You think I've got money to bring stuff to leave at your house" He shrugged, getting back to his thoughts.
Kokichi was walked into a police station, probably the most terrified he'd ever been in his life. He wore an oversized, local police hoodie over his small frame, and was walked into the building in handcuffs. A tall man, with glasses and slightly greying, blue-black hair by his side. Instead of walking Kokichi towards the waiting room of his co-workers waiting to be booked, he brought him into what was likely an interrogation room.
But instead of interrogating the boy, the officer simply reassured that he wasn't going to ask him about the case, the club, or anything like that.
He just wanted to know more about Kokichi. For hours, Detective Saihara asked Kokichi questions about his life. Mostly easy questions, Kokichi noted.
"Hey, Kiddo. You know, I'm really not supposed to do this, but I'm not gonna book you. I have a nephew your age, he's been living with me since he was, what, eleven?" He said, and Kokichi realized it was one of the first personal things the detective had shared about himself, "Anyway, I know how it is. You deserve another chance."
"I promise, I didn't want this.." Kokichi broke, and began to cry, "I didn't want this to happen, I-I..." For the first time in a while, Kokichi had been vulnerable. He took the mask off. The guard came down.
"Can I get you something? Water, maybe food?" The other man smiled. Kokichi's tears came to a stop. He had remembered hearing that you shouldn't take anything from a cop. That they'll take your finger prints. But Kokichi couldn't remember if detectives counted as cops.
"Are.. Detectives are cops, right?" He muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had to ask.
"Yes, in order to become a detective, unless you're a P.I, you need to be a cop for a few years. Depends on the area, though." Detective/Officer Saihara smiled.
"Someone told me not to take water from pigs.. I mean cops! Sorry. You could steal my fingerprints," Kokichi said, apologizing, which was out of character for him. He usually wouldn't be so nice to a cop, but something about Officer Saihara felt different..
The other simply laughed.
"How about you keep the bottle?"
Kokichi nodded, accepting the offer.
"C'mon, kiddo, let's go to the kitchen, it's just down the haul," said the man, standing up. The officer lead the two down a hallway, carefully decorated with some fake plants and framed pictures of officer portraits. The two passed the bathroom, then began to enter the kitchen.
"That nephew I mentioned earlier, he's doing a little internship with me for school. I haven't driven him home yet, so I assume he's probably around," He looked at his watch, "Jeez, it's late..."
"Why's he living with you?" Kokichi bluntly questioned. The detective didn't respond, just grabbing a bottle of water for Kokichi, and handing it over. Kokichi walked over to one of the circular tables in the kitchen space and sat down. Just as he sat down, the door swung open. A tired looking boy, with dark blue hair emerged.
"Oh! Shuichi, there you are!" Officer Saihara said, looking at Shuichi, "Kokichi, this is my nephew. Oh, look! Hair dye twins." He said, noting Kokichi's purple hair for the first time.
"Mhm... It's nice to meet you." Shuichi muttered, sticking out his hand without making eye contact.
"Samesies." Kokichi smirked.
Shuichi was beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful man he'd ever met. Or maybe Kokichi was just tired.
"Shuichi, are you ready to head out soon?"
"Uhm, Yeah, I just came in here to let you know that the prostitu-" Shuichi paused, looking up at Kokichi, "Are you with them?"
"Uhm, Uh, Mhm, M'yeah," Kokichi mocked the boys stutter, clearly offended.
"Oh. Well, one of them ran away, or something." He said, seeming to not care much.
"We can deal with that in the morning. For now, let's get home," The officer said to Shuichi, "And Kokichi, do you have someone to pick you up? If you have somewhere to go, we could also drop you off."
Kokichi thought for a second. He'd been sleeping at the club for months, so he really didn't have anywhere to go. He thought through friends, he did have an older brother, but it seemed unlikely he'd be willing to help Kokichi out in this situation.
Miu. She was a year and a half older than Kokichi, and already had her own apartment. He could call her.
"Do I still get my one phone call?" Kokichi nervously laughed.
A loud notification from his phone brought him back into reality.
"Oops! Sorry. I got a call from my uncle."
"Are you available to talk?"
"Please don't mean calling..." Kokichi mumbled outloud, while Miu watched, confused by what she was seeing.
"What the fuck are you doing...you sound schizophrenic right now."
"Texting my hot, sexy, greek god of a boyfriend." He smirked, trying not to laugh. Kokichi still though Shuichi was good-looking. Even though they'd only met twice, he sometimes fantasized about someone like Shuichi. Weird, right? Kokichi probably just needed someone in his life to care for him, but at this point it felt like not many people did. He had Miu, he had Mr. Saihara, and three people he'd befriended from the club.
"Oh, ew, gross. Also a lie, nobody that hot would date a hoe with the body of a child..." She said, with a gross smile on her face.
"No, ew, oh my god, Why do you talk like a predator? Is that a setting we can turn off?" Kokichi said, putting a hand up. He ignored whatever she said after that, looking back to his phone.
XXX-XXX-XXXX
"yesssss i ammmmm, whats uppp?!?"
"Nothing right now, in the dorms. By the way, you're a student at Hope's Peak right? I haven't seen you around before."
"mhmm! i amm."
"Okay, cool. What are you up to?"
"mmm pretty much the same thing!"
"I was wondering, Would you want to grab coffee with me sometime? I'm somewhat busy with an internship I'm doing right now, but I'm sure I could make time."
"If you're up for it, of course! :)"
"so sweettt! but idkk if im able 2 anytime sooon"
read 10:18
'He takes rejection well...' Kokichi thought to himself. He then decided to name Shuichi's contact. Maybe just his name? That'd look out of place, though, Kokichi had fun names for all his contacts. He thought of a few things, finally deciding on Shumai. Dumb nickname he knew Shuichi already didn't like.
Perfect.
Notes:
mr saihara raises kokichi as his own wehn him and shuichi get married trust
kokichi needs a hug
as always i luv feedback <333
chapter 3 soon? trying to get as much as i can out before school bc i luv writing but i NEVER have time!!
Rinfantasy on Chapter 1 Sun 03 Aug 2025 09:04AM UTC
Last Edited Sun 03 Aug 2025 09:07AM UTC
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