#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi and Gundham 」

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"Kokichi; holder of my heart, tamer of darkness, melter of the dreaded ice; did you perhaps borrow one of my sweaters recently? This one, to be percise?" Ducked behind his scarf, Gundham pulled at the front of a black hoodie worn under his usual coat with his bandaged hand before letting the fabric go in a slow deflate as it reconfirmed to its typical baggy state. "And did you perhaps partake in a bit of mischief while wearing it? Such as the theft of someone's keys? Motorcycle keys, to be more exact?" Where was he going with this- //once again kokichi gets to face the consequences of his own actions uwu -  ✩   「 @the-ultimate-muses 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Kokichi is a notorious thief— allegedly notorious, since he’s never actually admitted to his crimes when cornered about them. Unless comedy required it, but even then he’s prone to flaunting his ill-gained trinket while still neglecting to outright say he ❛ stole ❜ it. Having spewed COUNTLESS confessions about fantastical heists that may-or-may-not have happened, people are more inclined to believe in what goes unsaid when it comes to the little troublemaker. So it’s not strange when he’s questioned about some missing keys… What is surprising is GUNDHAM being the one to mention it. Normally his boyfriends don’t so much as bat an eye to low-stakes shenanigans that don’t concern them.

Interest piqued with a near-missable tension in his shoulders, Kokichi buries the split-second of confusion by donning one of his best neutral masks. Perfect when either having some fun or putting up an instinctive barrier, Kokichi figures its vague purposes will help him stay ahead of whichever direction this conversation goes. Buttered up by sweet nicknames, a round-about method of inquiry, no discernible aggravation in his tone or body language…

Gundham doesn’t seem upset with him.

Then why does Kokichi’s stomach feel sour?

❝ No. ❞ He bluntly chimes, covering all of Gundham’s questions with a blanket denial. However, despite his dry response, gaze is still focused upon his boyfriend. Widened, curious eyes silently urging Gundham to continue even if he’s being vocally dismissive. That taut ❛ no ❜ may as well be a yes as far as Kokichi is concerned and he feels confident that Gundham knows as much. They’re usually good at reading one another. No matter how difficult the two seem determined to make it be at times. 「 ☆ 」

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Though not as intense as their old fights, Kazuichi and Gundham were in the midst of a spat when Kokichi entered their room, the  mechanic near tearing the place apart while Gundham sat with his head in his hands at the desk, desperately trying to read despite the commotion. Reaching a breaking point, the book was slammed shut just as the door opened, Kaz now riffling through the drawer of the nightstand while the breeder complained. "Will you please cease your destruction? You are not going to find them, he would not be foolish enough to hide them here!" He was talking about their cigarettes, of course, the little leader managing to snuff out every single pack and stray smoke for weeks now. They both knew why he was doing it, and they both knew they never should have started in the first place, their reasonings differing but still so very similar, but it was still aggravating when in the near full thrall of withdrawals.

"Okay, but what if he didn't? What if he hid them in the most obvious place because he knew we wouldn't think they'd be there!" With shaky hands and tone bordering on a man trying to work out a conspiracy, Kaz had an...odd look in his eyes, a mixture of a headache mixed with lack of sleep as he moved to another drawer.

"That is foolish, Kazuichi." Spoken in a deadpanned tone, it was getting harder to hide the nerves buzzing just underneath Gundham's' skin. If this didn't stop, he was liable to-

Eyes darting to the door as Kokichi came into view, Gundham let out a sigh as if to will the anger out of his body. This was good for them, as difficult as it was to work through. "I need a coffee. My little trickster, if you could please keep the other half of our hearts from destroying our room, that would be most appreciated." He spoke as he rose, leaning to down press a kiss to Kokichi's forehead before pausing where his hand lingered on the leader's cheek. "...See if you can calm him as well. Sleep would be ideal, but a simple respite will suffice for the time being." The words were hushed, Gundham's eyes darting over to where Kaz had wedged himself under the bed in an attempt to search for what had been no doubt tossed shortly after they were taken.

With one last peck to the head, Gundham left the room, the door being closed quietly behind him as to not worsen his headache. He would be back, the Devas on the desk told as much, the little creatures watching Kaz dig about with concern amusement. It...didn't even seem like Kazuichi had realized Kokichi had even come in as he tossed a stray shoe out from under the bed where he lay half underneath, a serious of unintelligible words being muttered as he wiggled in further.

-  ✩   「 @from-across-the-stars 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   So far, things haven’t exploded in some monumental way. Withdrawals aren’t nearly as scary troublesome as Kokichi feared expected they might be; more like a constant itch— always there but manageable —rather than the sensation of peeling ones skin off, like he’d pondered. In trying to mentally prepare for the worst, Kokichi might have only succeeded in exacerbating his nerves. Yet he still waits outside the door for a moment longer than he’d like, hand hovering as he hears the muffled commotion inside. A slight tremor in his fingers before he steadies them by finally holding onto the knob, as if to force himself to accept that he’d have to let go in order to run away.

No excuses. No lying to himself about needing to do something or go somewhere else… He has to make the decision to run. And that’s all there is to it.

Sucking in a soft breath, he opens the door… Slowly, easing his way into the room in a manner ill-befitting the Supreme Leader of Evil, slave to and fearful of no one. Gaze studying the disorderly area, it’s what he expected thanks to his earlier hesitance eavesdropping. Kazuichi on a conspiracy-driven hunt for his elusive and non-existent smokes. Gundham desperately needing to leave the demolished room. Emboldened by being able to see what’s happening, Kokichi steps into the room without issue, shuffling his bag off his shoulder so it can get added to the mess.

Attention switching from Kazuichi to Gundham, he closes his eyes when a kiss is pressed on his forehead, a small smile on his face as he softly exhales with the affection. Tense body relaxing, Kokichi leans into Gundham’s palm and blinks open his eyes, taking the breeder’s brief glance at Kaz as an opportunity to openly-study him. Gratitude shining in Kokichi’s eyes for that moment, so much made better with a simple show of affection— not that Kokichi can ever let them know how much tension he’s been carrying for the past few weeks. He knows it’ll come back again. It always does.

But for this moment, he feels better… and he holds onto this moment as tightly as he can until it’s gone.

❝  Don’t worry, Icy. By the time you get back, his ass will be so relaxed, he won’t wanna even think about getting out of bed.  ❞  Kokichi reassures Gundham, an unconcerned smile on his face as soon as his boyfriend’s eyes are back on him. Overwhelming softness yet again tucked away to settle warmly in Kokichi’s chest, the little leader settles for an appreciative hum when his head is kissed to let Gunnie know his thanks. Watching the breeder leave, Kokichi silently mouths the word   ❛  Bye...  ❜  with a secret wave of his hand, the unfettered love shining on his face unknown to any but his boyfriends. 

Confident that Gundham would be back once his quest was complete, Kokichi sucks in a steadying breath before turning with a firm nod of his head. Determination knitting his brow and settling in his guts, he mentally reminds himself that failure is NOT an option; even if it’s still very-much a possibility. Gundham put faith in him, believes in HIM, and he’ll be damned if he lets him down. Lets either of them down... With that thought, he plops himself down onto his stomach and wiggles his way to join Kazuichi under the bed. 

Using the others frantic movements and the dark interior as coverage, he slips his way next to the mechanic with what seems like no detection. Waiting a few moments, ensuring that the other is engrossed in his futile search, Kokichi suddenly pipes up,  ❝  What are we lookin’ for?  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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✩   「   @from-across-the-stars   」   ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Were Kokichi not feeling sick as a dog— in the most literal sense —he’d find the sight of the large man futilely shoving himself partway under the bed hilarious. But right now, he hardly feels like laughing. Hardly feels like doing ANYTHING… and if it didn’t seem like a far-worse fate to get professional help, he wouldn’t be moving around nearly as much as he is. When a human, it’s hardly enjoyable to be sick. But as a canine, it feels as if it somehow grew tenfold. Transforming usually takes some energy out of him but never to this extent, and his instincts never scream THIS loudly for him to obey. Not anymore, at least.

Yet all he wants is to find a dark, isolated corner to crawl into and lie down until he either dies or feels better… Whichever comes first.

Logically, he knows this isn’t an option. And if it were, it’d be a pretty stupid one. But even if the solution isn’t viable, the aches accosting his body are still very much real. An exhaustion tugging at his very bones, growing worse with each swift evasion of Gundham’s grasp. Still, dodge he does. And is determined to do until he physically CAN’T anymore. Fueled by stubbornness and desperation at this point, Kokichi only growls in response to Gundham’s warnings about Charlotte, as if to say—  ❛  I’d like to see her try.  ❜  

Actually, he wouldn’t. He’d prefer if she stay far away.

The thought of being in a vulnerable state is enough to make Kokichi’s stomach twist. Let alone being rendered practically helpless around others… Aside from Gundham and Kazuichi. Doctors and even Veterinarians simply aren’t an option for him. Lying there, strange hands touching him, prodding at him, knowing how weakened he is, how scared… Never. He’s been sick this long without needing outside help. He can keep it that way. Or, worst-case scenario, this is a perfectly good bed to die under.

Snarling at his boyfriend, sound abruptly stops before Kaz even enters the room, ears perked and eyes darting to the still-closed door. Yet small body is tensed, gaze FOCUSED... He hears him. He smells him. Still as death, accepting the split-second risk of Gundham potentially grabbing him, the breeder’s claims of what Charlotte will do falls on deaf ears. Almost. Nose twitches as the knob turns, Kaz’s scent washing over as the door creaks on its hinges. 

Now’s his chance.

Before Gundham can even get his warning out, a black and white blur darts from underneath the bed. Zipping past Gundham and Kazuichi in the time it would take to blink, Kokichi races down the hallway. Nearly making it to the end, panting from the strain on his already-fatigued body, normally-nimble paws suddenly start to scramble. Losing his footing, he lets out a startled yelp before tumbling into a heap on the floor. Lying there, breathing heavily, body trembles as he attempts to stand before falling flat once more. Whimpering with a pitiful sneeze, sullen gaze is focused on the end of the hall... He’s so close. He just needs to get up and he can find a hiding place. There isn’t a single one he hasn’t discovered in his mischief. Gundham would never be able to find him. Or at the very least, it would take a while.

But he’s just so tired... and his body refuses to move.   「 ☆ 」 

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✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​​   」   ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Bracing himself for a blow, breath is abruptly knocked from him… but not in the way he expected. Glare shattered into confusion at the sudden interruption— the leader of the group crying out in pain as something heavy hits him square in the back —it’s soon replaced with utter horror. Unable to hide the distress that paints his already pale face a ghostly-shade, wide eyes take in a scenario he wished to only witness in nightmares. Silhouetted against the moonlight that dares stream into the darkened alley, as if fate is shining a spotlight down upon the scene Kokichi has caused, stands two of the LAST people he wants around right now.

The fucking idiots…

Before he can say as much, chaos has already erupted. Unceremoniously dropped to the ground, Kokichi watches his should-be captor rush into the fray. Foolishly believing in his chances against the newcomers, the brute is quickly proven wrong. Struggling to stand, knees weak from more than just fatigue, Kokichi can’t feel any air entering his lungs. Sounds muffled, as if his head was being forced underwater, Kokichi’s heart is the only thing he can clearly feel. Each beat sharp in his chest, like a nail being driven further in. A thunderous, racing roar of retribution, screaming to Kokichi that he’s still alive. And look what good it’s causing.

Trembling like a dog left out in the rain, he rests against the wall, broken blemishes digging into his back as a constant reminder of where he is. Most might not need it, but it’s the only thing keeping Kokichi clinging to reality as long as he has. Pained screams around him echoing with those of the past, vision flickering between the fight and horrifically vivid images of a warehouse, dark and damp and dripping with blood… A figure tied in a chair beside him. Slumped over and silent. But he hadn’t always been. No, he had been talking. Smiling. Reassuring Kitaro Kokichi that it would be okay. The walls had felt like they shook that night. Weakening from the wailing they fought to keep held within. Begging, crying, SCREAMING for them to stop.

He hadn’t pleaded once… but Kokichi had.

Until his throat was raw.

Kokichi doesn’t realize tears are silently sliding down his face until a flash of pink eyes are aimed at him. Shell-shocked gaze snapping back to the present with dizzying speed, Kokichi is only able to utter a frantic,  ❝  Shit.  ❞  when Kazuichi is grabbed thanks to the lapse in judgement. Thanks to him. Pushing himself away from the wall, he falls forward onto his knees, hissing as they are freshly bloodied. Looking back into the fray, stomach sinks at the sound Kazuichi makes as he hits the ground in tandem, unable to find any relief at the mechanic standing once again. All that means is he’s back in the fight…

❛  No. No, no, no, no, NO-  ❜  Scrambling to his feet, chest heaving and head swimming, he tries to gather his distorted thoughts.  ❛  Think. Fucking think. You BETTER fucking think of something right NOW.  ❜  Silently screaming at himself, head hastily surveys the scene. Just in time to see Gundham return a hit that had him reeling to the ground, Kokichi’s chest burning with a sickening fury amongst the fear. He needs to stop this. He WILL stop this. There has to be a way to, and quickly… Forced to trust that Kazuichi and Gundham can handle things for the time being ( they may have gotten hurt, but they are far from helpless.. especially when working together ) he turns his attention towards the leader of the group. Sticking to the outskirts, as expected of the obviously overwhelmed guy.

Kokichi had pegged him as a coward, only ever striking when someone else was holding the little leader down. Now with two larger threats in the mix, he seems to be leaving it to his lackeys. Back pressed against the wall, the man keeps his distance as much as possible. Easing his way around the scuffle so that he can have a clearer escape route if need be. Despite his clear precautions, it’s obvious that he’s too prideful to leave while his group still has a chance. None of his followers seem eager to be labeled the true coward amongst them, everyone fighting senselessly like cornered animals. But Kokichi has no doubt that all it’ll take for them to fall apart is an opening. An excuse to flee without appearing too quick to.

… Cut off the head of the snake, and the body will die.

With attention diverted to the chaotic fight, Kokichi makes his way towards the opposing leader on quiet feet. Limping thanks to his injuries, demeanor doesn’t give away the pain he’s in. Face is still as stone, a deceptive carving of calm and calculated hatred. Internally, Kokichi is anything but composed. A turbulent storm, having killed his target a dozen times in his mind as he silently slips his weapon from its hidden place in his clothes. A butterfly knife, which isn’t the best for combat but serves its purpose perfectly fine. Thumb absentmindedly rubs the handle, surface smooth in an unwavering grip. Eyes sharp as his blade, small body is low to the ground, like a predator stalking its prey. Foolishly oblivious to his surroundings, the target doesn’t realize how close he is to potential death.

It’d be easy to kill him… It’s much harder to miss the vital points that Kokichi picks out as if they were glowing. Against every instinct he has, Kokichi rushes at his target, clinging to the larger male as he jabs the knife into their side. It’s a grisly looking wound, the scream it creates even more-so. But he’ll survive. People have made it through far worse. Fire-filled eyes focused on the blood seeping into the man’s shirt, Kokichi twists the knife before roughly yanking it out, biting his tongue to stifle his pained yelp when he’s thrown aside. Kokichi refusing to scream because of HIM.

Collapsed on the ground, knife clattering a few feet away, Kokichi shakily lifts himself up onto his forearms. Fresh blood on his face and limbs, he doesn’t even seem to notice. Expression nothing but maliciously joyful, he watches the panicked man firmly press his hands to his side. Laughter bubbles from a bloodstained grin, Kokichi spitting some out thanks to his mauled tongue, breathless but utterly delighted as it echoes through the alley. Reveling in the sight of the assailants’ leader running away as best he can, stumbling and frantic to find help. Kokichi doesn’t know if he’s made things better or worse for himself in the long run… but he does know one thing.

Either he’s given the other attackers a reason to follow, or he’s given Kazuichi and Gundham an opportunity to decisively grab the advantage. With horrified looks aimed towards the retreating back of their should-be leader and a few uneasily glancing at the still-cackling Kokichi, his ribs feeling like they’re splitting with each wheezing breath… the mood of the group has certainly been changed by this unforeseen distraction.

Kokichi has always been good at surprising people.   「 ☆ 」

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✧   「   @the-ultimate-muses   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 Kokichi prefers when Gundham is ❛ asleep ❜ .

It's what is best for everyone... Kazuichi doesn't have to listen to the incessant ramblings of the dorklord. Kokichi doesn't have to wonder where Gundham is should the breeder leave his sight for too long. Keeping track of both his boyfriends can be straining at times. But Gundham gets the most benefit. Spared what reality has become, existing through the hellish days they are submitted to without the burden of being awake for it. Reminiscent of how his mother would bumble through hers in an alcoholic stupor or slumber, aided by the drinks stolen procured by Kokichi. Even as a small child, he understood the power of escapism... and the selfishness of enabling his mother's addiction, so long as it made life easier.

No doubt it isn't GOOD for someone to spend so much time unconscious, from a medical standpoint. But pros and cons must be weighed, as well as how powerless Kokichi is to keep the other from fits of mania or mechanic-given punishment even if he dared to try. So, he opts to not complain about the bittersweet gift and accept it as he's come to with everything else... Frightening annoying as it is to have to endure the periods between monologues and Kazuichi's violent outbursts.

... It's funny. How scared he was at the start of everything. Not the world plunged into despair, but the TRUE start. When his feelings for Gundham and Kazuichi became too troublesome to deny. Terrified of being hurt, aware enough to understand it would be effortless for either of them. Physically OR emotionally... Sometimes, even after things had settled into a comfortable place, Kokichi wondered if they ever fully understood that. Realized what it felt like to be the smallest of their trio. Safe as he may have been with them, there was no escaping that reality.

Turns out he was right to be scared. It simply took a while for that to come to light. Outside forces bringing his wariness to fruition... Yelping as he's unceremoniously ripped from the grasp of sleep inching towards him, sound catches in his throat when a different hand takes hold. Soon after rejoining his partners, Kokichi had hidden his bandana. Tucked away in a secret nook he discovered late that first night, when he was confident enough the pair was asleep. Not trusting Kaz or Gunnie to refrain from targeting the precious object should their sadism demand.

So icy hand wraps around a bare neck, chilling fair skin. Goosebumps accost Kokichi as his throat bobs with a swallow, pushing into a firm STRONG palm. Cold trails down his body, chest stuttering with a discreet, shaky exhale. Lips slightly parted, air ghosts in slow... shallow breaths. Wide eyes trained upon Gundham's face, blankly staring up at darkened hues. Familiarity and uncanniness mix into one, settling in Kokichi's stomach like a rock. Strange to witness in Gundham, yet reminiscent of the man whose large hands used to pin Kokichi down. Squeezing. Strangling. Subduing. Before— or sometimes while —taking what he wanted from the boy.

Kaiyo had given him the bandana after it happened the first time. Something to veil the bruises marring his neck. To help him feel a bit more protected... False as they knew that security was and suspected it always would be.

He lies there, only faintly aware of what's being said before his mind crawls back to the present. Kokichi doesn't exactly want it to. But of course, it doesn't matter what HE wants... So, light fades back into a mismatched gaze. Brows knitting at the slight squeeze to his throat. Expression hardens, lips closed in a tight frown as Kokichi bristles like an offended animal. One who likely should be tossed into a crate and out of the way of its owners. Breathing becomes a bit heavier, the little jester now aware of how loudly his heart has been pounding in his ears. What was a dulled echo near-deafening. There's a faint whimper behind shut lips... Kokichi tensing ever-so-slightly, as if pained by something—

Before he abruptly spats blood in Gundham's face, courtesy of a bitten tongue.

There. That feels like a suitable answer. 「 ☆ 」

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"Kokichi-" Name sounding somewhat foreign from the overlords lips, he was frazzled, near manic in his movements from the very moment the little leader walked through the door. "My mother, how did she fair when you left her? Was she well?" A bitter laugh, his phone being tossed to the bed as he ran a shaky hand through his hair and mussed it from its usual perfect coif. "What a fool question, of course she is not well. She- She would not have gone otherwise." He wasn't making much sense as he started to pace about the room, his phone being picked up, checked for a moment, and then tossed back to the bed only for the cycle to repeat a moment later. "She said not to worry, that there was no need to be with her, but she would not have gone if she was well." Scooping up the phone one last time and shoving it in his pocket, Gundham struggled for a moment with his near violent shaking as he frantically tried to put on his coat and then scarf, making it halfway to the door before realizing he wasn't wearing his boots. "I...I need to see her, you and Kazuichi will fair without me, yes? The devas, I will leave them with you as well, I do not wish for them to see her in such a state." He says that, but he didn't seem to notice the hamsters already making their way into his scarf, the little creatures knowing that the breeder needed their support now more than ever. Breaking through the panic was a sudden flash of anger, Gundham throwing a boot across the room to bounce off the desk chair when he failed again and again to zip it up. "Blasted thing! I do not have the time!" With the state he was in, it was very clear that he should not be driving, and most definitely shouldn't be alone... //i Needed something with this lol kichi should call kaz to drive cause gun is....Not Okay...... -  ✩   「 @the-ultimate-muses 」   ✩

「 ☆ 」 The day had been going pretty damn good for the Little Supreme Leader and he hadn't even made the people at Hope's Peak miserable to attain it. An oddity that brightened everyone else's day too. Instead, his chaos had been diverted outward to the poor civilians and the cops in charge of keeping them in line. Kokichi Ouma and Naomi Tanaka an unstoppable force when combined, that even death seems hesitant to cross their path. As if it knows it'll only be bested by the two firecrackers.

That's how Kokichi always thought of them, anyway... When he's around Naomi, he forgets to be careful. Hesitating in the face of danger is still an uncomfortable concept for him. Knowing that his life has value, even if it's only to his boyfriends... and maybe Naomi. But that's different and she'd bounce back quickly from anything that could happen to him. She'd still have her ACTUAL son, after all. Kokichi doesn't belong to her. He's never belonged to a mom and he never will. But Naomi is still a great friend cohort. Letting Kokichi revert back to his reckless ways, just without the actual INTENT or desire to harm himself in the process.

Not that it would matter if he did want to... because they're invincible together. Naomi Tanaka keeps up with him like almost no one ever has. She's an immortal being who doesn't know what being tired even FEELS like. Which is stupid to think and deep down, Kokichi knows it's not true. But closer to the surface, more prominently felt— alongside a desire for acceptance from an authority figure who understands his need to rebel against authority —is a need for someone immortal. An untouchable being safe from his bullshit. Dependable. Constant. What a mother is supposed to be. The inner child who needs that clings to this belief hard enough for it to bleed, claws digging into every moment spent with a cruel certainty there will be more.

A certainty that is shaken as soon as he steps through the door.

Startled by Gundham's manic movements, Kokichi quickly shuts the door behind him so no one else can witness the others lack of composure. Broken as his ramblings, Gundham still manages to get the message across— more or less —Kokichi's quick wit putting the puzzle together despite the missing pieces. When one talks in riddles as often as he does, they get adept at deciphering them. Blood running cold as his active imagination paints a horrific picture, Kokichi shoves aside the inner lies, knowing their only goal is to make things more difficult for him. With how much Gundham is struggling, Kokichi can't afford to be hindered.

While Gundham struggles to get dressed, Kokichi whips out his phone and hastily texts Kazuichi. Knowing Gundham is full of shit if he thinks he can handle driving anywhere alone— he can't even handle leaving the room on his own —he lets Kaz know what's wrong, as far as Kokichi understands it. Urging him to come to the dorm ❛ quickly as possible because- ❜ Breath catching and a yelp forcibly dying in his throat ( no easy feat, but one Kokichi has mastered ) texting is interrupted by the sudden BOOM of a boot hitting the chair. A minuscule problem when compared to the scale of what is going on, but one that causes Kokichi's body to stiffen on instinct.

Heart hammering loud enough to nearly drown out Gundham's ranting thanks to the sudden rush of adrenaline, wide eyes snap to his boyfriend without Kokichi fully realizing it. Intently focused upon the screaming man, waiting for another attack threat outburst as he warily eases away a few silent steps like a frightened animal. Only aware of his instinctive retreat when he feels the scampering of small paws on his person, Kokichi's movements come to a clumsy halt. Startling at first, nearly falling over at the unexpected contact, panic fades with a hushed exhale as a small ferret effortlessly crawls around his body to settle on his shoulders.

Long body draped across the back of Kokichi's neck as if an accessory, beady eyes are riveted on Gundham with a protective intensity. Tiny claws dig into Kokichi's shoulder, small pinpricks through his clothes serving as a constant reassurance that Jester is there. Still as a statue aside from a tensing of his muscles and eyes following Gundham's every move, Jester watches so Kokichi doesn't have to.

Guilty as that concept makes him, Kokichi can't deny that it helps.

Rest of the text is sent without issue— ❛ Gundham needs you. ❜ —Kokichi able to focus. Emitting a sigh of relief and shakily pocketing his phone, he goes over to grab Gundham's discarded boot. Shifting himself so that he's fully perched on one shoulder now, Jester keeps Gundham in his sights while the little leader's back is turned. Not facing Gundham yet— he just needs a moment, that's all —Kokichi says as he stands, ❝ Pinky is on his way. ❞ Turning around, blank expression and blunt tone offers no room for argument. Crossing the room and holding out Gundham's boot, there's no sign of hesitance or fear as he says, ❝ He's going to drive us there. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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✩ 「 @from-across-the-stars​ 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Sniffling abruptly silences as a scampering reaches Kokichi’s ears, the little leader tensing with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes snapping open to peer into the darkness, wary expression softens— chest’s slow and calculated movements returning to a more natural frantic pace now that there’s no need for composure —at the sight of familiar fuzzy faces, knowing that the breeder is likely not far behind. And chances are, neither is Kazuichi.

Fate is a funny thing. Despite the three being more than capable of spending time alone— Hope’s Peak often plagued by catastrophes that span the expanse of it, thanks to the three partaking in their own duties and mischief —when they need one another, truly and completely NEED, they’re seldom far apart. Kokichi would say it’s the universe offering an olive branch, if it hadn’t beaten him with that same branch far too many times. So, he chooses to view it as fate taking a sadistic satisfaction in making him guess whether it’s acting in mercy or maliciousness.

Maybe it’s the delirium from blood loss or one too many hits to the head, but he decides to view this as an act of misguided mercy.

Despite the Devas’ presence, Kokichi doesn’t make any moves to leave hiding. Reservations still rooting him in place, he can only hope that when facing Gundham, they’ll loosen their restraint rather than tighten an unforgiving grip. Disoriented by being entirely uncertain of his own actions— so many variables at play: exhaustion, emotional and physical, how Gundham may react, how Kazuichi might, the extent of Kokichi’s resolve, of his desperation —all he can do is lie there and wait for his questions to be answered. He HATES having to wait rather than rig the results.

Choking back an instinctive whimper at the click of a lock, Kokichi retreats further into his curled up state. The pain of the deep cut in his side flaring up at the action, but otherwise ignored. Head tucked as close to his chest as he can, legs pulled in and arms creating a makeshift shield, eyes squeeze shut as if that may pause time, giving him as much as he needs to prepare himself for whatever may come next. But it doesn’t. It never has. Gundham’s footsteps, sounding heavy even in their care, not ceasing their steady trek.

His voice is a surprisingly welcome break in the silence… Having to answer the breeder, is not.

❝  … It wasn’t my fault.  ❞  

Barely able to form, voice cracks in a throat tired from crying.  ❝  I didn’t try to get hurt. I wouldn’t do that. Not like this. Not anymore.  ❞  Insistent, confrontational even as his words shake, Kokichi sounds like he expects an argument. Expects Gundham and Kazuichi to dismiss his claim as just another lie. To believe that Kokichi is selfishly-destructive as ever. Not that he could be considered the safest of people. Frankly, none of them are. But it’s been a while since he’s thrown himself into a situation he had absolutely no chance of leaving unscathed. Now seeking thrills rather than punishments disguised as such, he’s notably been more careful. As careful as someone like HIM can be.

Frustration tainting his words and pricking in the corner of his eyes, glossy gaze glares from underneath the bed at heavy boots.  ❝  This wasn’t my fault!  ❞  He spats, unsure if he’s trying to convince the others or himself.   「 ☆ 」

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monomono //the boyfriends demand tribute from their leader!!

-  ✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​   」   ✩ 

✩   「   Meme   」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Kokichi honestly didn’t expect much from some dumb machine that relies on random chance... The universe tends to be fickle when it comes to whether it’s going to be interesting or not. However THIS time, well... looks like luck decided to throw Kokichi a bone.

One in the form of a gift lacking sublety in both aesthetic and purpose. 

❝  Wooooooow... It’s like the machine could stare right into your edgelord soul.  ❞  Kichi comments, smugness dripping from his tone much like the false tear dripping down the statue’s still face. Not that the message is news to Gundham. He learned long ago that ‘ demons devils ’ could have friendship. They could even have a boyfriend... or two.

Pulling on the thin string he had attached to his coin, it slips back through the slot so the little leader can use it once more and get Kazuichi his gift.

❝  Oh...  ❞  For a moment, Kokichi just stares wide-eyed at the bottle. One that promises an experience he had thought would always elude him, thanks to his visceral disdain of alcohol. But THIS promises a new experience without a breach of his self-imposed rule or tempting fate to drag him into the same addictive curse that befell his mother.

...  ❝  I want some.  ❞  He says, hugging the bottle close to his chest as if in refusal to give it to Kaz unless he agrees to share. Honestly, he’d hand it over even if the mechanic disagreed. It is HIS gift tribute, after all... Not that it stops Kokichi from pleading stubbornly looking up at his boyfriend, lip already puckered in a pout,  ❝  You have to share.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​   」   ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Silence speaks volumes, Kokichi resisting the urge to sit up and check to make sure that he wasn’t actually alone. That he didn’t start talking to himself in an empty room, Gundham and Kazuichi merely the manifestations of a cracked and desperate mind. Wouldn’t that be an impressive lie? Stomach sinks at the internal attempt at humor, the joke sitting heavily in it like a stone. Limbs feel like they share that heaviness, exhaustion creeping in from a source that Kokichi can’t quite place. It’s… scary. This type of tiredness. A sense of dread settling on his chest. A futility to it all. He’s been feeling that more often lately.

Ever since he screwed up massively with Kaz— chest pangs at the memory, only the faint twitch of his lip betraying the silent wince —he’s been wondering about next time. There’s bound to be one, right? An odd thought, but a persistent one. He’s gone so long without breaking down in front of anyone. His struggles kept in the shadows where they BELONG. But ever since growing closer with Gunnie and Kaz, he’s felt the cracks in his mask spiderwebbing. Walls weakening when it their company, for better or worse. Whether he wants them to or not.

How many times has he been vulnerable weak around them? How many more times will he have to go through those lapses in control? How many more times will THEY have to?

Is there really nothing he can do about it?

Do they think he’s worth the trouble?

Gundham breaks the overwhelming loudness of Kokichi’s thoughts suffocating quiet, like Kokichi figured he would. He tends to be the one wielding words during times of distress; for good reason, the breeder once again proving his prowess. Seeing Kokichi’s faults but not condemning him for them or determined to change what cannot be, but accepting what is. It’s almost unbelievable... but Kokichi forces himself to try anyway.

All while Kaz makes his way over with impressive stealth. Not that it escapes the little leader’s notice, an uncanny ability to guess the others actions— as well as an instinctive tingle in the back of his neck warning of someone approaching —helping Kokichi steady his breathing in preparation. Not wanting Kazuichi to feel how rapidly his heart is beating, as if it’s at war with his chest. Yet despite his internal distress, he doesn’t move at all. Afraid that so much as a flinch will discourage Kaz. He and Gundham treat Kokichi so carefully when it matters...

They understand HOW to... If it were anyone else, Kokichi would be terrified at their ability to tread through the minefield that is his emotional state. Part of him still is terrified, even if he refuses to admit it. But it’s a fear that’s steadily lessening... Silently, expression still focused on something far-off that the others can’t see, Kokichi lets himself be maneuvered into an embrace. Clinging to Kazuichi, arms wrap around him with a shaky, almost unnoticeable breath. As Kazuichi agrees with Gundham’s words, that hold grows a smidge tighter. A quiet, unnecessary plea for Kazuichi to stay where he is. As if he may leave without it.

Or disappear.

❝  Heh, yeah... Sometimes you dumbasses make it real hard to like you. It’s honestly impressive.  ❞  Kokichi says through a weak laugh, joke feeling wrong as soon as it tumbles from his tongue. Making his stomach feel ill, mind overthinks what normally would have been spoken in stride. With a confidence and understanding that he’s merely joking. That of course it’s a joke. How could it be anything but? A way to ease the tension and bring some normalcy back into the air, as Kokichi often views is his job to do... But right now, it only makes him tense up.  ❝  That’s a lie.  ❞  He adds with a suddenly-dry mouth, a faint tinge of disappointment in himself lacing the words.  ❝  ... You two are really easy to like.  ❞

He falls quiet after that, other thoughts left unsaid. Not that it’s not already known. Not that he hadn’t SCREAMED them at one point.  ❛  You don’t think I fucking HATE myself— ❜  Breathing grows a bit quicker, Kokichi’s brows lowering ever-so-slightly, his neutral mask beginning to slip. Swallowing discreetly, there’s no true use in hiding it anymore. He still tries. Kaz can likely feel the rapid pounding of his heart, the way he has to force air from escaping his lungs, the slight tremble in his hands...  ❝  I’m trying.  ❞

A quiet admission. A truth. Murmured into the air in the hope that it’ll be believed heard.  ❝  Even when it doesn’t seem like it— Even when... When that’s not enough.... Even if I know it’ll never be enough...  ❞  Some things are not capable of change, no matter how Kokichi struggles for it. Eyes grow glossy but don’t shed any tears, Kokichi forcing them back with blinks. Words reduced to a whimper, all he can manage is,  ❝  I’m trying.  ❞     「 ☆ 」

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✩   「   @from-across-the-stars   」   ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Chest swells and overflows with laughter when Kazuichi agrees with his stroke of genius. It never fails to be a source of pride when he makes Kaz laugh; no matter how often or how easy it seems to be. The little leader is soon sputtering along with his boyfriend, shaking from the force of the amused racket and not even trying to stifle it. Not that it would do any good if he did thanks to how uproariously the mechanic is going.

So enveloped in the hilarity, it takes Kokichi a moment to gather his breath enough to even attempt and answer Gundham’s question; the breeder’s crossed arms and tone only making the wheezing worse. Fighting to speak, wiping amused tears out of his eyes, he unhelpfully sputters,  ❝  Pffft— Wh-What do you THINK is so funny?  ❞  

Honestly, with these two troublemakers, it could be anything… and that’s what makes his dodgy answer so goddamn fun.

Especially since, given the circumstances surrounding Gundham— cloaked in nothing but a towel and whatever product makes his hair look like a soft serve —there are more… risqué possibilities that are likely to come to mind. How could one NOT jump to conclusions when their boyfriends blow up with laughter while they’re standing still dripping from a shower? With Kokichi and Kazuichi in the same room, it’s honestly one of the more likely reasons… and the mischievous glimmer in those bright hues don’t exactly help matters.

Then again, with those two- it’s also no surprise for the most random of revelations or remarks to arise. When dealing with the trickster alone, it’s nearly-impossible to ever be CERTAIN of an assumption. Never-mind when he and Kaz team-up. Which again, is what makes leaving Gundham in the dark a bit longer so much goddamn fun.

… Kokichi bursts into shameless laughter once more.   「 ☆ 」

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✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​​   」   ✩   -   Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」   Silent as Kokichi may be on the outside, internally he’s snickering at Kaz’s chiding. Not pitying Gundham in the least— frankly, he deserves to be informed of his own hypocrisy; even if it’s by someone who is just as notorious for neglecting his personal health —Kokichi can practically see the scene in his mind’s eye, an impatient mechanic dragging a bedraggled breeder to the bedroom. Both of them looking like they’ve been cavorting through the bowls of Hell. It’s an exaggeration, he’s sure. But based on past experiences with the two and how stubborn they can be, Kokichi doubts that it’s too far outside of the realm of possibility.

It takes all of his self-control to keep from tensing when his presence is noted and even MORE to keep his lips from upturning into a smile at the hushed tones that follow soon after. Obvious as it may seem to others, Kokichi hadn’t expected such a considerate response. The nonchalance of it all, barely an eye batted at what Kokichi’s instincts had been SCREAMING at him was an invasion, for once being something the little leader craves. For everything to slip into normalcy. Blessedly-boring, with Kaz and Gunnie quick to resume their conversation as if he wasn’t in the room at all. Because he belongs inside of it.

After that, it’s easy to sink back into a sleep-addled state. Comfortably-lax on the bed, Kokichi fades in and out of surveillance. Senses perking up at the shuffled sounds of his boyfriends, keeping track of where they are in the room, but more out of curiosity than any clinging NEED to know. There are no threats in here. He can just exist for the moment... It’s comforting, hearing the other men go about their business. Knowing that with each step, they bring themselves closer to climbing into bed alongside him. It’s always so warm when the three of them clamber together, clinging to one another as if something may try to tear one away in the night.

He doubts that’s where Kazuichi or Gundham’s minds go, but it’s that sense of security against an unknown— and likely non-existent —danger that helps Kokichi sleep soundly. 

It’s easy to tell when Gundham lies beside him, the mattress contorting from the familiar weight. The hand against his forehead is a surprise, the kiss placed there even more so, Kokichi’s breath catching... before he exhales with a small smile, Gundham’s words breaking the need to keep his expression neutral any longer. Eyes open without issue, the lack of sleep-addled haze proving Gundham correct. Not that there was much chance of doing otherwise. Figuring that Gundham thinks the culprit is the racket they made when entering the room, rather than the faint click of a door-lock, Kokichi chuckles amusedly,  ❝  Lucky guess...  ❞  His words, playful as they may be, laced with truth.

Expression fonder than he intended— the sense of ease draped across him making his walls thinner than usual, even compared to how they already are around the others —Kokichi spends a beat studying Gundham, simply admiring the sight of the breeder laying beside him. A serene picture, far too good for someone like him. Moving forward, he presses his lips against Gundham’s in a surprise kiss. Gentle and lingering, a happy hum lacing the action as he pulls away to lay his head back in its spot... before he then huffs, expression going from lovestruck relaxed to faux-annoyance,  ❝  Y’know, if you two didn’t barge in here causing a racket, I would still be asleep. If I had known THAT was gonna happen, I would have just stayed in my room.  ❞

He said... like a liar.   「 ☆ 」 

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Coming out of seemingly nowhere, Kazuichi nearly toppled into the little leader as he attempted to come to a stop in front of him after a full sprint. "Hey! Babe, hey check this out!!" He rather proudly holds up what looked to at one time be a potato gun, revamped to now shoot eggs instead of vegetables. "I know egging is like vandalism or whatever, but I figured you wouldn't care." His grin holds mischief, it only being lost when Gundham truly appeared from nowhere to loom over the two. "And who is it that will hold the misfortune of being the first victim to your new toy?" Not to mention who will be responsible of getting them out of jail if they get caught... //hmm did kaz call kokichi babe? huh funny 🤔

-  ✩   「 @from-across-the-stars 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Kazuichi appearing out of nowhere isn’t cause for alarm anymore nor is it a cause of confusion. Kokichi has learned to expect such things from the mechanic; although it’s still always a treat when he does. As far as fun company goes, Kaz is one of the BEST people Kokichi can think of for it. There’s no shortage of mischief the two of them can dream up together. So when the mechanic races into the scene, practically radiating a familiar excitement, Kokichi’s enthusiasm is already piqued.

Hopping back a few steps to avoid getting trampled by the mechanic, the action is second-nature at this point, not interrupting the quick flow of conversation. However, like a pebble thrown into water, the ripples of Kazuichi’s nickname still manage to grab Kokichi’s attention. Even amongst the steady torrent of information. Eyes brightening at the others assumed slip-of-the-tongue— unless it was intentional? —Kokichi tucks it away for later, chest oddly lighter from such a simple term of endearment. Freckled face smattered with a hint of a blush, Kokichi figures there’s no need to worry about it in his current company. Worst case scenario, he can play it off as a flush of excitement over the newest toy Kaz made for them.

Nothing like the promise of a little vandalism to get the heart pumping, after all…

Eager smile opening to playfully respond, Kokichi is cut off by another abrupt arrival. A second person Kokichi deems worthy of being considered fun, even if the role he plays can sometimes lean more towards enforcer of rules than enabler of chaos. But Kokichi’s gut tells him that this time might be one where the Overlord of Ice is willing to crack a little. The little leader has learned to trust in his gut’s instincts… Of course, that could be his bias for egg-based mayhem convincing him to keep barreling forward. Either way, risk is worth the reward.

Flashing a charmingly-mischievous grin up at Gundham, an arm hooks around Kaz’s waist, turning them so that they’re both facing the towering man in one smooth motion. Free hand resting on his hip, Kokichi quirks a brow and replies without wasting a beat, lightly jostling his boyfriend in the side-hug,   ❝  Weeeeeeell... Me and babydoll here were kinda thinkin’ it would be you.  ❞  Nickname for Kazuichi flows without a break in composure, Kokichi giving a quick flick of his gaze in Kazuichi’s direction to see whether it elicited any reaction. Bluff delivered with the ease of a professional— although Kokichi feels safe in assuming that Kaz would have been up for egging Gundham —he tilts his head and flutters his lashes,  ❝  But I’m guessing that’s not gonna happen now... Huh?  ❞

Despite his admission, Kokichi is the picture of innocence. Big eyes aimed up at the breeder with not an ounce of shame within them, as if he hadn’t been nearly caught egg-handed. It’s a classic play. Own up to everything as if there is nothing TO own up to in the first place.  ❝  You wouldn’t happen to have any ideas for who we could egg instead, would you?~  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

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The breeder doesn't even give Kokichi a chance to inhale before slapping a piece of duct tape over his mouth, his scarf very quickly being tied over it to try and keep the leader's hands off of it. He knew the little liar liked to talk, and the quickest way to get the upper hand?

Don't let him utter a word.

"You upset our tamer of automatons with your mischievous schemes. You will be apologizing to him."

-  ✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​   」   ✩

 「 ☆ 」   Honestly, Kokichi knows that he owes Kazuichi a sorry... of sorts. Blatant apologies aren’t the little troublemaker’s strong suit. Not unless there’s NO dispute that they’re called for, normally tumbling from his lips during moments of intense terror or shame. Moments that he prefers to be as few and far between as possible, Kokichi rather proud at how little he’s had to utter them to the men that have laid claim to his heart. Not to say that he hasn’t had his fair share of screw ups. But they don’t all require a clear swallowing of his pride. 

Not in Kokichi’s opinion.

No, his mischievous games are better suited for sneakier ways of sorry. Tidbits of affection or gestures to ease whatever harm he may have caused without wringing his ego out to dry. Kokichi prefers things like that. Understood things. When Gundham decides to throw a wrench into this tried-and-true method of emotional navigation, he doesn’t know whether it would be seen as a GOOD thing or not from an outside observer. But what he does know is that HE doesn’t care for it. In fact... having his mouth abruptly rendered useless without so much as a warning? It kinda pisses him off.

A Lot. 

Call him a bit sensitive when it comes to being denied his primary method of survival— even if this situation isn’t QUITE as dire as life-or-death —but surprise is clearly overtaken by a troublesome glint in his gaze, hands that had instinctively darted to the scarf suddenly dropping. The switch in demeanor only takes a moment to deploy, Kokichi regaining his wits with impressive deftness; arms now pointedly crossed with a slow, calculated breath. A deep inhale and exhale— muffled as it may be —as Kokichi settles the burst of indignation arising within his gut. Like putting a lid upon a boiling pot, refusing to let it overflow and cause a mess... but a formidable heat contained there, nonetheless.

Violet hues stare up a Gundham, silently... yet somehow speaking volumes. An intense, challenging look, the impish leader communicating with merely a narrowing of his eyes and nary a twitch of his now stone-still body. Gundham wants him to apologize? No, no— Not just that. Kokichi could perhaps let a request like that slide... But an order to?

He’s gonna have to fucking MAKE him.   「 ☆ 」