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Ngl.... I want an ANGSTY RITSU fic but one where he's actually mtf so he is actually a she

BUT ANYWAYS transfem RITSU 🥰🥰🥰

I love making cis male characters transfem best feeling ever

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Bittersweet.

Kokichi led me to a purple car that was among many other cars. They were all different sizes, shapes, and colors, they were all parked along side the road, and it was spanning all the way down it; but his was at the perfect spot with an even more perfect angle. Moonlight was softly grazing it, like a gentle kiss between two lovers. Soon, he let go of my sleeve and stood in front of it proudly. His chest was puffed out with his hands on his hips. He was standing like one of those superheroes, but his face looked like a 5 year old who was really proud of a drawing they made instead of a charismatic grin.

“Drumroll please!” he slouched and pretended to play the drums. “Dundundundundun...!” Kokichi then quickly spread his arms (which were gesturing at the car) and proudly declared, “Now... we're welcoming...theeeeeeee KOKICHI-MOBILE!”

I accidentally giggled, which made me blush and sputter out a small ‘sorry’. “It’s a pretty nice car,” I said while walking over to him.

“Of course it is, *I* made it!” Kokichi dug into his pocket and pulled out some keys, which I'm assuming was for his car. He unlocked it and then boasted, “And I decorated the interior. I know, it's just *so* great! Yeah, cry, it's okay. I know it's the best car interior you've ever seen. I don't blame you!”

We both knew the first part was a lie, but we didn't acknowledge that verbally. “Yeah,” was all I responded with before asking, “Have you been drinking? You seem sober but...”

“Psh, drinking’s for losers!” he stuck his nose up in the air in mock disgust. “I, on the other hand, am a Chad, and I am definitely sober. Watching all those drunk 16 to 18 year olds is like being at a comedy show thay gets really annoying as it drags on.”

“Then why’d you stay?”

“Why did *you* stay, Shuichi?” he put his hands on his hips and turned to face me. “I know sure as hell you're not drunk. Were you just there for shits n’ giggles? Wow, never expected that from *you*. I'm disappointed...”

...I should've expected that kind of answer. “You have a point,” I looked away, combing my hair with my fingers. “I came because Kaede asked me to.”

Kokichi nodded and hummed in response while he opened the door to the driver's seat. He sat in the previously mentioned seat, before looking at me dead in the eyes. “You look like a sad loner who’s severely depressed and has no social life. Get in!” he widened his eyes and gestured to the passenger's seat. I said nothing and did what I was told. Once I was in, I buckled my seat belt and sat back. When Kokichi said that the interior of his car was great, he wasn't lying. The seats were covered with a beautiful, beautiful and soft purple blanket; which was quite comfortable actually. There was a chain of di hanging from the thing connected to the rearview mirror (I can't really recall what it is called at the moment). They were all different sizes and had an assortment of colors. White, purple, gold, pretty much that palette. There were also othet decorations, but there were so many that I can't possibly name all of them! Well, he also had a bobble head of a lady. She had dark brown hair that was styled in a sort of half-up-half-down style. The front part of her hair was divided into two tight buns (which were held together with...spiky hair ties?) and the back was straight down. She had on ruby red lipstick and a green dress which were ruffled at the ends. It only went to about her mid-thigh. The lady also had these black boots/heels on. I focused on how her head bobbled after Kokichi started the car then started driving. The microphone in her left hand looked so small, probably the size of my fingernail — wait, why am I focusing on this? It's so minuscule, it has little to no importance to me, really.

“So, Shuichi-mooichi . . . where do you wanna go? I'm thinking we could do a shopping haul at 7-Eleven~! Like, like one of those YouTubers that do, uh, shopping hauls!” Kokichi suddenly piped up as he ran a stop light. “Well, shit.”

“You just—”

“It never happened~!” he looked at me with a smug smirk on his face. “And I don't care what you think anyway! We're gonna go to 7-Eleven.”

“. . . Yeah.” I folded my hands neatly in my lap as I stared directly at the rearview mirror. “Shuichi-mooichi, huh?”

“That’s your new nickname! Nishishi~!” Kokichi pressed his fingertips to his mouth when he laughed, still leaving one hand on the steering wheel.

“Hm,” I replied. I don't really know what to think of that. “I’m assuming you're going to try to stuff me full with junk food, right?”

“Oh-ho-ho! I think you've underestimated me, Shuichi-mooichi Saihara! I *will* stuff you full with sweets and Panta, and you will absolutely love it! MwahahahahAHAHA!” His evil laugh sounded oddly . . . evil.

“Ha!” I decided to play along. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. “Sure, I'll let you think that.”

Kokichi let out an exaggerated gasp. “Okay, Shuichi. I see you.” He sassily moved his body and focused his eyes on the road more. “What a —What a snake you are . . .”

“Sssss~”

“Okayyyyyy, you can stop now,” he rolled his eyes.

I snorted, which is really odd because I've never really done that a lot in my past 17 years of living. “Alright,” I responded. I've begun to notice that the roads are really empty — most likely because it's 1:13 AM and everybody is either asleep, in their house, or at work doing a nightshift. It was kind of nice, but also kind of scary, but everyone says I've been “sheltered” my whole childhood and I can admit, they might be right. Might.

“Okay, Google Maps, why is 7-Eleven like, ten minutes away. We've been driving for five minutes!” Kokichi whined. He pouted and said to me, “This is dumb, just like Kaito!”

“Added insult to injury,” I commented. “Kaito wouldn't like that.”

“That’s why I said it, obviously! He's actually too dense to really realize he is~” he drawled out while tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel. Suddenly, he sighed and frowned. “I wanna speed, so buckle up, Shuichi-mooichi! Nishishi~!”

Suddenly, Kokichi had a wide grin and forcefully pushed on the gas pedal and went over double the speed limit — and it was intense. The trees and houses lining the road turned into a blur and everything was going so, so fast.

“K-Kokichi!” I exclaimed, holding on to the roof handle with all my might. “What — Why are you going so fast?!”

“Uh, isn't it obvious?” he replied, mocking the feeling of being annoyed. “We were going too slow.”

Did . . . Did he really just say that? “But at this rate, you're going to — we're going to die or something related to that! a-aND WHY ARE YOU GOING EVEN FASTER?!”

I was legitimately feeling my life flashing before my eyes, and he was just *laughing*. He was laughing like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard in two decades (and he wasn't even alive for two decades!). “Ahahaha! Shuichi, Shuichi! Isn't this fun?!” He was smiling with genuine excitement and happiness, and I was just this (👌🏼) close to hyperventilating.

“KOKICHI OMA THIS IS NOT FUN AND I SWEAR—”

“Take a right turn in 300 feet and your destination will be on the left,” an automated voice said over my desperate pleas.

“Alright!” Kokichi immediately took a *sharp* turn that almost knocked the wind out of me along with all my organs, but that's an exaggeration for how I felt when it happened. My heart was beating at *least* 2238384747 beats per second (also an exaggeration). Not too long afterwards, we stopped at a sudden halt at a 7-Eleven parking lot. The sudden stop made my whole body move forward with such vigor that I didn't know it happened at first. My back hit the seat hard while I tried to catch my whole life that just flew past me in those moments.

“Wow . . . You really look like you've just witnessed a murder,” Kokichi said in awe. I noticed he didn't have his seat belt on, and that he was also almost unnervingly close to my face. “Anyway, come on, we have a convenience store to rob!” He lightly pecked my cheek and grabbed his wallet from the cup holder.

I only nodded. I wish he would've kissed my cheek longer — and I shouldn't be thinking that way — I sighed. It's bittersweet, really. I liked, no, I loved the affection he gave me; but I know I shouldn't want it. It's really conflicting, actually. I looked at him with tired and exasperated eyes. “Let me just . . . catch my life for a second before we enter.”

I see Kokichi nod and lay his head on my arm. He's suddenly really affectionate. I hate this, it saddens me. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy but also a depressed goo of emo all in one. I just try to focus on the better part, me feeling good and Kokichi actually showing me affection. “Very affectionate, I see.”

“Well, I mean, I'm just That Person™️,” Kokichi closed his eyes and relaxed even more.

“You are,” I said.

We sat there for what felt like a lifetime, just sitting in comfortable silence, feeling each other's presence emanating calming auras.

pART TWO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS/ WHATEVER HOLIDAY THAT HAS HAPPENED OR IS HAPPENING

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have this random sketch of kokichi i did

his head kinda looks like an egg sorry don't @ me

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i am so excited i genuinely think I will actually finish this series thing 😤😤😤 (happy and excited inhales!!!¡!¡!1!1!!¡!) the quality dropped. dang.

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christmas eve what about christmas adam

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just •////////•

call it wishful thinking bUT—

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

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BRO. BRO. I AM LITERALLY CRYING.

Family Always Stays Together (OumaSai)

a request for @kokichiomaisbestboy​ !! i hope you enioy it! <33 fair warning, i suck at pregnancy scenes in general and this is as angsty as i could make it owo </p>

title: family always stays together 

summary: Kokichi and Shuichi are happily married, and planning for a family. Their dreams come true when Kokichi becomes pregnant and gives birth to her first child. 

word count: 1427

~~ prompt starts after the cut! ~~

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Kokichi: yo, what if - what if we were aliens?!

Kaito: Well, technically we are aliens. If extraterrestrial life-forms do exist, then to them, we are aliens because we are from a different planet. Maybe from a different universe.

Kokichi: okay, socrates go on-

i don't even know man this was funnier in my head

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Sunday, Monday.

tw: anxiety?????? body image issues??????

Sunday. Sunday was okay. Sunday is the day of the sun. My sun is Kaede. She makes me happy. We were hanging out in my room, on the floor. The sunlight was falling gently onto our faces as we conversed. We were on my favorite blue blanket eating cup noodles and drinking tea. She asked me: “What are you doing today?” I replied: “Nothing much, besides spending time with you.” She pouted and said: “It’s the last day of the weekend, do something, Shuichi!” I smiled awkwardly and told her: “I have no more plans. Sorry.” Kaede flicked my ahoge, and I flinched. “You do now! Come to Rantaro’s party. I had plans to go, and I think you should socialize more. Please?” she declared, quite confidently, too. I hesitated. I don't like parties. But her eyes, her body language, every fiber of my body wanted to say no — but she was just so, so hard to say no to, and I hate disappointing her so, so much. “I’ll go,” I said, “Just tell me the address and what time.” She smiled. I smiled back, even though I felt like crying on the spot and vomiting. I'm sure I was shaking, but I guess she didn't notice. I do not like today, but it'll get better.

Now it's just me. Apparently the party is at 8:00. It's 5:37 PM right now. I just left the shower, my hair is very damp. I walked into my room, I took notice of my full body mirror and walked over to it. I'm naked, in front of the mirror, all I have on is my towel, which is around my shoulders. I look at my body, pale and lanky. I frown, feeling a little bad (which is an understatement). I'm lanky — for lack of a better term — I don’t like that at all. I can see my wrist bones, and my hip bones are barely poking out. They're visible, and you can see it. I stopped looking into the mirror after that. I texted Kaede and asked about what I should wear. She told me something casual and that it's not like I'm going to a dinner party. I texted back and laughed it off. Technically I didn't since my heart dropped to my stomach and my skin started sizzling and I felt cold shivers even though I felt hot and embarrassed, so I just texted back ‘haha okay 😂’. I know she was joking, but I still felt that way. I put down my phone after feeling like that and started to put on my clothes sluggishly.

I feel like my clothes aren't normal for a teen. They're monochromatic. Black, grey, white. Monotonous, boring. I quite like it, though. But everybody else has colors, even if they're dark or light, it's not just one shade of one color. Maybe it's just me, or maybe it's true. I don't know. I chose a grey sweater with black skinny jeans and black boots. It was 6:30. I frowned, it took me almost and hour to do something that would most likely take a normal person 5-10 minutes to do. I try to forget about that as I walk back to the bathroom to blow dry my hair and style it.

It's 7:15 and I'm waiting for Kaede in my living room. She said she'd be here by 7:20. She told me that it'd take a while to get to Rantaro's house, he apparently lives in a mansion. His parents are ‘filthy rich’, according to Kaede; they must be since he lives in a mansion. 7:19 comes and she texts me ‘im in your driveway’ I respond back with ‘okay I'll be there’. I shot up from my couch and walked over to the door, I opened it and walked out. I notice Kaede, she rolls down the window and beckons me in, and I obey. We sat in silence for a few minutes before she says, “Kaito will be there, too. He's picking up Maki at the moment.”

“Oh.” I shifted in my seat. I love my friends, really, it's just that if i happen to break down in the bathroom or somewhere, there's a likely chance they'll find me. It's not like I don't want them to, it's just that I don't wan’t to be a burden, so I'd rather ride it out. “That’s nice.” I wonder why Kaito didn't tell me, or Maki for that matter. Well, I probably wouldn't have gone anyway if I hadn't had a soft spot for Kaede. Yeah.

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Eventually we arrived at the party, and it's packed. Kaede wasn't kidding when she said he lived in a mansion and that he was filthy rich, because he has all of these expensive decor, drinks, and foods. The music was blaring all of the popular songs and the lights were all different colors. Red, blue, purple, yellow, it was a colorful palette. Soon, Kaede introduced me to Rantaro, and the three of us talked for a while. Kaede and Rantaro eventually left me to do something together, and now I'm alone. She asked if I was okay if she left, because she knew I wouldn't do beer pong. I nodded and smiled, I can't let her not do something she thinks will be fun. I've wandered around a little, eventually making conversation with Kaito and Maki before they left too. I still can't shake off my anxiety. I swallow it down though, I can't ruin the mood. Sunday turned out to be horrible. Sunday is not okay.

It's now 12 AM, Monday. I have school tomorrow. Rejecting the thought, I walked to the kitchen (it's HUGE, especially since it's empty) to grab a cup of water, hopefully it'll make me not feel as sick as I do now. There's so many people and I know almost none of them and the people I do know are lost in this group of drunk, social teenagers. It's making my stomach flop and twist and churn in so many ways, I want to leave. Tears are pricking at the corners of my eyes and I have nowhere to hide. My heart is racing and I just wish it would stop. It's making me feel not okay — I was never okay with this idea to begin with. I'm shaking, the anxiety is reaching up to me and shoving me down to my knees, tying me up and just controlling me. I can't move, my body won't cooperate. I'm just frozen to this pose — hands gripping onto the counter as my back is bent. All I see is the marble counter top and the cabinets in my peripherals. Soon, it all starts to blur as tears form faster and bigger. I try to move, but I can't. It's all so hard and scary.

Sunday was not okay. Monday is not okay, either. I have to suffer all of this anxiety alone. I can't even process anything, I just want out. Tears are falling down my eyes and my breathing is irregular. Everything is tightening around me and—

“Shuichi!”

I can't face them. I don't even process the voice—I don't want to be noticed. I shake and start to cry harder, tears were falling down my eyes. I was quiet, but my sniffles and small hiccups and sharp inhales and shaking made it more noticeable.

I feel a hand rub up and down my back. “Shuichi, it's okay. You're okay.”

I don't move, I savor the touch. It's the only thing that comforts me at the moment. Soon, the rubbing turned into an intimate hug even though I didn't reciprocate it.

I eventually calmed down, and thought, ‘Wait. I know this person.’ “K-Kokichi...?” I looked down at him, and suddenly, I hugged him as tight as I could. He...he is my moon. He calms me down, and makes me feel safe and secure. “I'm sorry...you c-came here to party and I've ruined it.”

Kokichi quickly let go of the hug and pinched my cheek, hard. It hurt. “Stop being a stupid head, Shuichi! You're dumb for thinking that. I'd drop everything to comfort you, but that's a lie!” He did his signature laugh, but we both know that last part was a lie. Soon, he hugged me again. And I reciprocated it immediately this time.

“Of course it was.” I felt Kokichi smile wider into my chest — mostly because we have a 6-inch height difference. Monday. Monday is the day of the moon. His presence is enough to make me feel at peace with what used to be bothering me. It's like moonlight illuminating a dark room alluringly, soft. After a few moments, I felt him pat my back, signalling he wanted to stop. I obeyed and let go of him. Kokichi looked up at me and smirked devilishly, putting his fingertips together simultaneously for a more dramatic effect.

“This place is honestly trash, Shuichi,” Kokichi's once ‘evil’ demeanor quickly vanished into an indifferent one. He observed his nails, keeping his nonchalant look. “Let’s leave this dump.”

“Huh?” I was surprised by the sudden offer. Well, it's Kokichi so I should’ve seen it coming... “Where would we go, though? And I came with Kaede—”

He cut me off before I could continue. “Then just tell her later!” he threw his arms up in the air, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it might be. “Ooh, where should we go...” he rubbed his chin as if he was actually thinking. We both knew that he already had an idea, or plan.

“Well—”

“I’ve got it!” he jumped up and grabbed my hand with both of his hands. I noticed that they were skinny and petite, almost dainty. I could see his veins and knuckles clearly. His black nail polish was barely chipping, and somehow, all of that made me more infatuated with him. “We should go to like, 7-Eleven or McDonald's or something! We're gonna have the best night of our lives!”

“It’s around 12 AM, Kokichi.”

“Whatever,” he blew a raspberry and grinned. “Shall we?" he asked in an over dramatic gentleman-like tone.

I put my other hand on top of his. “Sure.” I smiled down at him. He let go and fist bumped in the air, yelling something about the day I'll never forget. He grabbed me by the sleeve and dragged me out of the party. Monday, Monday will be okay. I'm sure of it.

okay. part of this got deleted and im mad :/. I had to re-write a small chunk hdjdgddh

okay anyway, this is part one of a small series im doing so stay tuned!

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I've gotten extremely bored and realized i had these tucked away~

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oh lawd what have i done

fresh oumami for people i guess

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another crappy fanfic but it's chimondo

Soooooo, Danganronpa: THH Chapter 2 spoilers,,,,,, :|. I also used actual quotes from the game *c o u g h*

   “Well...um… I’m a boy,” Chihiro stared intensely back at Mondo, taking in all the remaining courage he had left to tell him.

   “Seriously? Jesus…” Mondo’s face took on a surprised look, which was to be expected. Chihiro did have a feminine body and voice after all.

   Chihiro looked away, tears starting to form in his eyes, “Y-Yeah… I’m sorry I lied to you.”

   “But...why?” Mondo inquired. “Why now? Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?”

   “...Huh?”

   Mondo rubbed the back of his neck, “ ‘Cuz I mean...you’ve kept that secret all this time, right? If anyone found out...you would…”

   He sighed, this was to be expected. “Y-You’re right, but… I want to change! I wrapped myself in lies. I’m weak. I want to destroy that version of me forever! I have to change. I don’t want to be weak anymore. You’re so strong, it can’t hurt you, right?” the boy’s eyes lit up in admiration. “Whatever secret Monokuma might tell us…”

   Mondo smiled warmly, “Yeah… But uh, do you mind tellin’ me? Ya know, ‘cuz…”

    “Oh, yeah… I guess I should. You deserve to know since I lied to you all this time…”

   His eyes widened, “You don’t have to do that! I mean...it’s your secret. I musta took you alotta balls to tell me, you don’t have to tell me why if ya don’t wanna.”

   “Oh, it’s fine… I want to! And like I said, you deserve to know. I lied to you, Mondo.” Chihiro sighed, “Well...it started getting bad around 6th grade, when all the boys were looking more...like boys, I guess…”

   This was a common occurrence. Being teased and bullied by others for being “too girly” and that he needed to “man up”, it was so tiring. Chihiro Fujisaki is a boy, why can't they see that? They're always, always saying that he's too feminine for a boy and that he would be better off being a girl. This was honestly so stupid, everything is stupid. Everybody who degraded him solely on his lack of masculinity is stupid. This world is stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. Chihiro Fujisaki was no less of a male than the rest of them, he is a boy and he deserved to be respected as one. Chihiro Fujisaki is a boy, he may look feminine and not meet society's expectations of a male, but he his a boy. He is a male. He is of the male sex.

   But even so, Chihiro was still degraded by other people, even his own family, for not meeting the expectations all males were set to society-wise. And now he was stuck inside a circle of four boys, being ruthlessly teased and bullied. Tears were streaming down his face as the older, stronger were boys pushing and trashing him about, calling him all sorts of things. One even grabbed him and started punching him, it didn't last long though. Chihiro liked to think that he actually had a heart and decided that he was treating him too badly, but it was more likely that the older boy got bored of his reactions. While he was punching the ever-living heck out of Chihiro, Chihiro decided to not react too much. He thought it would stop if he did that, and he was right. The small boy lay helplessly on the ground when the other dropped him, muttering something like “Man, you're no fun.” After about 15 more minutes of extremely traumatizing teasing and physical assult, the older boys had enough and left Chihiro there, bruised and tears pouring down his face.

   When he came home from school, he immediately headed straight for his room, wanting to be isolated from everything and everybody. He looked around, trying to find something to distract him. His eyes landed on his notebook, the notebook he wrote in for all his projects. Chihiro's eyes brightened and grabbed the notebook, opening it up to the first page. The page showed his first ever project, he was very proud of this one. This was the project that had gotten him recognized as the “Pre-teen Programmer Prodigy”. He loved looking back at his plans and ideas for this almost as much as he loved his dad. And that was a LOT of love. He ignored the aches of his body as he read through it, almost forgetting he had gotten those injuries. In the middle of looking through, his dad walked in.

   “Chihiro?” he called out. Crap.

   Chihiro kept his head held low, he didn't want his dad to see his face. “Yes sir?”

   “Can I come in? I just want to check up on you, is all.”

   “Yeah. Oh, I need to unlock the door…” the small boy quickly got up on his feet, shuffling his way to the door to unlock it still looking down. “It's unlocked.” He made his way to his bed as his dad came in.

   “So, how was school?” he asked. Aw heck, he already knew where this was going.

    “Fine,” Chihiro shifted a bit, messing up the comforter he was on even more. He already knew what was going to happen, thus making him really hot and flushed; you could see the redness of his ears quite clearly.

   His dad stayed silent before he cleared his throat. “...Can I see your face?”

   Heck. He was done for. Chihiro hated having to worry his dad and make him upset, it was upsetting for the both of them. He knew if he disobeyed it would only cause more problems, so he reluctantly looked up at him slowly.

   “Oh my…” his father rushed over to him. “What happened?? Chihiro, this isn't…”

   “They punched and kicked me, and called me names. That's all.”

    He put on a worried expression, “Chihiro… I'm so sorry, I just…”

   Chihiro nodded, “It's okay, Dad. You weren't there, you couldn't have possibly done anything.”

   “But…” He sighed, “I think we should change schools.  For the better.”

   “I don't think it will fully stop people from doing...that to me… But I believe it will stop the worst of it.”

   His dad sighed, “I know.”

   ("Right then, I had a crazy idea, I didn't know if it would work, honestly. It was the idea of me crossdressing. If I was so bad at being a boy, I would be a better girl, right? So, I decided to...be, well, who I am now.")

   "...What if I dressed like a girl, or become a girl?"

   "H-Huh?!" he blinked in surprise, "Now you don't have to do that, Chihiro-"

   "But I want to." Chihiro stared back intensely, looking the most serious he had ever been in his life at that point. "If I dress like a girl, then they'll leave me alone at the new school, right? Besides, I genuinely want to, Dad."

   "B-But are you sure? Just changing drastically so fast can be tiring-"

   "Yes, I'm sure," he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

   "And so, my dad pulled me out of my old school to my new one, making my gender female so I could be more comfortable. We went shopping to buy more feminine clothes and...here we are," Chihiro looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with Mondo. This story was very sensitive for him, but he wanted to share it with the boy in front of him. They were close, after all.

   "Wow… I'm sorry that happened to you, kid," Mondo subconsciously walked a little closer to him. "I'm gonna help you as much as I can now! It's a promise between men!" he held out his hand for Chihiro to shake it.

   This took Chihiro by surprise. 'A promise between men?!?! He considers me...a man?? I'm nothing like a man, I'm still…" He pushed away that thought. Smiling sheepishly he took his hand. 

"A promise between men!"

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That one crappy 7 page angsty Saiouma fic NOBODY asked for (vague mentions of suic*de i guess???)

It was just another day.

  Another day in which the unstoppable Supreme Leader of Evil™ was bawling his eyes out.

  Kokichi didn't know why he was crying, he just was. Who am I kidding, of course he knew why he was crying, but this wasn't a common occurrence. The small, purple-haired male knew his mental stability was slowly deteriorating and falling away into nothing, but he still kept up his act of being the unbreakable and strong leader. Nobody understood that he just *had* to keep up this facade; it was the only thing keeping him from feeling even more emotionally vulnerable than he already felt. He hates it, he hates everything and everybody. He hates his parents, he hates his classmates, everybody.

  He hated how they let him suffer. He hated how they never asked if he was okay. He hated how nobody cared. He hated that he was treated like he didn't matter. He hated that everybody hated him, so he had to act like the actual villain. Kokichi knew nothing was his fault, he tried telling himself that every single day. His inner voice chanting things like It's not your fault. They're just messed up people. You're a good person. It's not your fault. But now...he just felt like he was lying to himself. He made them hate him. The Supreme Leader of Evil™, Kokichi Oma, made everybody hate him. Why? Because he sucked.

  He was weak and frail, too kind for his own good. He was taken advantage of. And that's why people hated him in the past. Now, he's become stronger. Stronger in a sense of hiding your true feelings behind fake confidence, malice, and lies. Now that's why people hated him now. He is no good, messed up, stupid, unworthy of forgiveness, and a liar. That was the part people hated about him so, so much.

  His lies. He lied so much that it made people assault him multiple times before, but he always got back at them with his petty nature, often succeeding. People hated how he always got his way, no matter what. And his way was what most people call "bad". That his way was the worst way humanly possible.

  Kokichi sniffled, “...This...this is what you wanted right? For people to hate you? Stop being a baby and man up. You chose to be this way, you chose to be the villain. You made this decision on your own. Don't go crying over how you're all sad and lonely and unloved. You are a nuisance,  and you will always be a nuisance. You stupid, low-life liar.”

   His tone gradually became more and more angry each letter he spit out, “You're so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Continue how you are! Nobody will ever love you and nobody will ever help you. You're happiest this way,” his voice was wavering, “Y-You're happiest this way. Nobody...Nobody will ever mistreat you ever again. You're so smart. The greatest!” 

   Kokichi chuckled a bit, until he started laughing as loudly as he could. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA AAAAAAA! NEE-HEEHEE...HEE...Hee...hee...heh…” The boy started breaking down into tears again, shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't help it. Today was the worst.

  “Try to catch me if you can, Harumaki-chan!! Maki-Roll! Harukawa-san!! Maki-chan! Nee-heehee!” Kokichi ran as fast as he could around the school, hiding in every place possible. His small frame was handy after all, being 5 '1 AND 19 (almost 20) had its perks. Why was he running from the female assassin, you may ask? Well the answer was simple.

   He stole her promise ring. Only because they had a rivalry going on. Definitely not because he was jealous of Maki Harukawa finding a person she loved and not him (Spoiler alert: he was jealous because of that!). He spotted the boys’ locker room, clearly having a chance to hide and rest before moving on, he ran inside. He stopped running once he entered the boy's locker room. He tried to take in as much air as he could quietly and started to regulate his breathing. He looked around. ‘Hm...it's empty in here. That's weird.’ Kokichi held back a chuckle as he decided to hide in one of the lockers. Yes, he was that small. Once he was fully inside and in a comfortable position, he covered his mouth with his left hand, breathing quietly through his nose, and used his right hand to fish for the ring in his pocket. The moment he set his hands on it, he felt around in his other pocket for his phone. He hadn't had a good look at it since he basically stole it and got caught by the one and only Maki Harukawa. He turned on his phone and shined the brightness onto the ring, it was gorgeous in every single possible way a ring could be. It was a golden ring, with leaves and vines engraved on it, leading up to the gem. It was a crimson-colored gem, Kokichi assumed it was a ruby, he wasn't good with jewels at all. The ruby complimented the whole entire ring, making it 10000× more beautiful. On the perimeter of the ring were white, clear gems. Kokichi assumed that they were diamonds.

   On the inside was a sentence. The engraved words said, “Forever mine, Kaito Momota”. Kokichi almost felt bad. Almost. This was a very pretty ring. ‘For a very ugly girl.’ Kokichi snickered at his butthole-eyness. It was very classic, but it never gets old. He looked down at the ring and decided that he should return it to Maki as soon as possible. He always returned the things he stole from his classmates, but this one was urgent. He had return it ASAP. He didn't know why he felt like he had to, maybe it was because he felt a bit of compassion for his arch nemesis. Or maybe because he felt he was stealing a symbol of love. Kokichi didn't know. He smiled, Kaito really loved her. Even though Kaito was always at his neck for things he did, Maki and Kaito made a cute couple. Kokichi would've felt horrible if something like this happened to one of his real-life OTPs. Kokichi sighed contently and exited the locker.

   Once he got out, he stretched his petite body. He was sure he hadn't been in there for long, but his limbs were kind of stiff. But the thing is, he was there for a long time. He just lost track of time. He walked out of the locker room, only to see a raging Kaito sprinting towards him. ‘Well shit.’ Once Kaito caught up to him, he slapped the Kokichi. 

   Kokichi stumbled back a few steps and looked up at the male, hand touching where he slapped him. The smaller boy started grinning. “Well...that was different from your usual punch. What's the hold up, Momo-kun? Kaito? Hero?”

   Kaito clenched his teeth, “You know what I want. So give it to me. Now!” 

   This was unusual for Kaito. He would usually be more reckless and loud, but this time...the rage was quietly emitting off of him. The negative energy present, even in a 50-mile radius. Kokichi felt nervous, but he didn't show it. The purple-haired fetus put on a bored expression, “Geez, fine, here's the stupid ring.” He flung it at his chest, the gem reflecting the sun beautifully. Man, Kokichi was *super* jealous. “What does it matter anyway? You guys are probably gonna get divorced or whatnot, so why promise something that might not happen? Hey, where's Maki anyway? I'm surprised she isn't here,” he gasped dramatically, “Is she scared of me? O-Omigod. Score-!”

   “Shut up.” Kaito stared at Kokichi, his purple eyes glowing. Like Maki's, but Maki's is way more intense. “You have no idea what you've done, do you even know how important that ring is to the both of us? No, you don't. Why? Because you don't have anybody to love, and nobody to love you back. Isn't that right, Kokichi?”

   Kokichi's bored expression didn't falter. Moments later, it turned into a huge grin. He was so good at acting like nothing phased him at all. “Aw, Kaito! Your words are pathetic! A Supreme Leader of Evil™ doesn't need or want anybody to love them, or anybody to love! Oh my GOD, you're so dumb! Look,” he chuckled, “you already have the ring. Go back to your little Harumaki or whatever. You're wasting my precious time!” he stomped his right foot onto the ground, smirking smugly as he looked Kaito in the eyes. “Read my lips. I. Don't. Care.”

   Kaito exhaled deeply, trying to not beat the other boy until he's dead. “...I'll see you later, Kokichi.” He walked off leaving a grinning Kokichi alone.

   Once Kokichi was sure Kaito left, and more importantly, that he was alone, he sighed sadly. His grin turned into a frown, and his once confident pose turned into an insecure slouch. No, he was not going to cry right now, not today, not ever. Crying is for the weak, you can’t cry! Kokichi Oma, the Supreme Leader of Evil™, cannot cry! The people who look up to your evil cannot see this act of weakness. It’s pathetic, and a supreme leader is not pathetic! Kokichi Oma is not pathetic! Kokichi told himself this for the remainder of the day, before he came home from school. Those words that came out of Kaito’s mouth really hurt him. He had never expected someone like...like Kaito to tell him that he was basically unloveable. It only further proved to him that his entire existence was a mistake. It should be erased. Nobody needs someone like himself in this world. He only causes problems and...and he doesn’t deserve love. He doesn’t deserve life. He is just a waste of space. A waste of life. His life is meaningless. He only brings despair and all those negative feelings into the world, so why should he exist? Why should people like him exist?

   Kokichi Oma deserves to die.

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   Kokichi took several deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm himself. He didn’t need nor want to be in this emotional state so he tried breathing exercises. It didn’t work, he relapsed into, once again, ugly sobbing. 

   “Why…? Why? Why am I like this?! What did I do to deserve this? Maybe it’ll just be better if I just die.”

   Little did he know, a certain navy blue-haired male was listening on the other side of the wall, devastated at the state his neighbor was in. Their apartment walls were thin, and Shuichi Saihara was Kokichi Oma’s next-door neighbor. Shuichi was just enjoying his evening tea and reading one of his new mystery novels he picked up at the bookstore, when he heard quiet sobs from the wall. He ears were immediately fixated on the sobs, but he didn't know if he should comfort the boy next door or not, so he kept quiet and tried to focus on his novel, but he couldn’t. The sobbing had gotten louder and louder, and even sentences started coming out. Shuichi felt very uncomfortable. Then it stopped for a few moments, shaky breaths and little hiccups resounding in his bedroom. After those moments, Kokichi started to cry even louder than before. ‘I can’t just leave him alone…he’s obviously hurting! I have to help him in any way I possibly can! Maybe talking through the wall might help...since his sobs are so prominent…’

   Shuichi bookmarked the page he was on and scooted over to the wall the sobs were most prominent. He was a little reluctant to speak, he didn't know how to comfort the other person. Once he had fully prepared himself, he spoke. “Hello? Do you need somebody to talk to?”  Shuichi spoke like he was doing a school or work presentation. 

   The sobbing abruptly stopped, the person’s breathing was still uneven and little hiccups could be heard. Shuichi fidgeted. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Some people get nervous and anxious around new people. It was quiet for a moment until a weak, hoarse voice called out.

   “Am I going crazy? Oh god, no. I don’t want a voice inside my head! Not now, not ever! Go away, you stupid voice!”

   The vulnerability and harshness of the voice startled Shuichi for a second, then he spoke up. “I’m not a voice inside your head, I’m your neighbor. My name’s Shuichi Saihara. I want to help you. I heard you...crying on the other side of the wall. Today was horrible, wasn’t it?”

   Kokichi stayed quiet for a moment. He was caught! Oh, the embarrassment he has to deal with later! But for now, he didn’t care. He wanted and needed anything to make him feel better. 

“Kokichi Oma. My name is Kokichi Oma.”

   Shuichi recognized that name. It was the name of the person Maki and Kaito hated so much. They said he had no sympathy, no true emotions, and that he couldn’t genuinely cry. That Kokichi Oma was heartless. Shuichi never believed that, and he definitely doesn’t believe that now. This Kokichi Oma was crying. Sobbing. 

   “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kokichi. So...let’s start with the basics. What happened today that made you feel the way you feel right now?”

   Kokichi shifted into a more comfortable position, and leaned a bit closer to the wall. His bed wasn't touching the wall, so it would've been impossible to touch it without falling over. “Well, I deserve to feel this way. I took my arch nemesis’s promise ring. I know, a pretty shitty move if you ask me. Well anybody, really. I knew it was a shitty move. I have to be the villain after all. Don’t pretend you didn’t know what I said to myself before you butted in, I know you heard it. These walls are so hopelessly thin,” Kokichi frowned at the thought. Somebody just had to hear him sobbing his little heart out. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. “Anyway...I do a lot of unnecessary things. Like stealing, teasing, just to make people hate me. So I stole her promise ring. Then her boyfriend found me, I guess he already knew I took it so he got scarily mad and ordered me to give it back to him. I did, but I threw it at his chest. Classic Kokichi move. I basically told him that they were probably gonna get divorced or break up anyway so it wouldn’t matter in the long run,” Kokichi yawned, all this crying made him kind of sleepy. “He got mad and then told me that basically nobody loves me. And he couldn’t be any more right then. I, being me, told him that he was stupid for thinking that was an insult because I don’t need anybody to love or anybody to love me. But his words stuck with me. It made me think about my whole life from beginning to end. How I was abused, to the bullies at school, to my parents, even the rest of my family. Nobody has ever shown me genuine love and genuine patience. Even now they don’t. I put up this front so I couldn’t be hurt anymore...but everything hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore, Shuichi. I can’t!”

   “It's okay, Kokichi. Cry it out, I know you're holding your sobs. Everything will be fine within time, it's okay to cry. It's okay to feel vulnerable at times. It's okay. Let it all out,” Shuichi said in the most melodic and comforting tone he could muster, hoping and praying it would help the other male in the slightest.

   It was silent for a moment, before he heard soft whimpers. Soft whimpers turned into crying, crying turned into sobbing, and sobbing turned into ugly sobbing. Shuichi swore he could feel the other boy's body shaking and fidgeting. He could feel it.

   “I...I just don't know if I can k-keep on d-doing this, S-Shuichi. I've been lying a-and p-pranking and doing this and that for a-a-all these years and just look at me! I'm not e-even an o-o-ounce stronger than I was before. I'm j-just as w-weak, but now I can hide it better. Nothing changed.”

   Shuichi just listened to the other male. The broken sobs escaping Kokichi's mouth almost made him cry, but he had to stay strong. Kokichi seemed like the person who didn't want their feelings affecting themselves and others, so he'd just have to cry later.

   Kokichi continued, “I'm just the same. They were right. I have no place in this world. I'm not worthy of anything,” he got quiet, his shaky breaths the only thing Shuichi could hear.

   “No, that's wrong! I may not know you that well, but I know damn well that you do have a place in this world, and you ARE worthy of things! You are worth more than you think you do. I can't really say anything about your personality, because I don't know much,” Shuichi voice softened, “but I know you're a very good person deep down. You're just troubled, is all. All you need is a loving environment. And that environment can start with me. I, Shuichi Saihara, will become your friend.”

   The lilac-eyed male went silent. This stranger, he barely knows...wants to be his friend? Does he know what he's getting into? Being friends...with a liar like him. Can this stranger become any stupider? “...I don't think you want that…”

   “I want it, I'm sure of it.”

   “Plenty of people didn't want me in the first place. Why you?”

   “Because I know you're a good person.”

   “I'm not that great. I'm a nuisance.”

   “No you're not. You are very great.”

   “You barely even know me.”

   “So?”

   “So? You have no idea what I'm like normally.”

    “But I know who you are on the inside, and that beats everything.”

   “That's stupid.”

   “No it's not.”

   The two bickered on for a while, before Kokichi finally gave in. “Fine. Don't regret it.”

   Shuichi smiled, “I won't.”

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SHUICHI SAIHARA IS A BOTTOM

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