KOKICHI OUMA

"Make yourself at home I guess...," I murmured to Shuichi and Maki as they walked into my friendly abode.

My mom, who was currently in the kitchen, dropped the cloth from her inventory and made a walk in our direction, most likely noticing the presence of my co-workers.

"Ahh hello Maki. Say Kokichi, who is this young man you've brought with you?" My mom said, holding a benevolent smile as she took Shuichi by his hand and shook it firmly.

"This is my co-worker, Shuichi. The... the guy I was talking to you about the other day," I said, murmuring the last part as to not let Shuichi and Maki hear.

"Ooh~," My mother purred, causing me to blush in embarrassment as I turned away.

She nodded within a jovial sentiment and gestured her hand as for us to follow her. She began her walk to the kitchen as we followed behind; the faint smell of pie, tickling my nose the closer I got towards the destination. When we'd made it, I'd of spotted two fresh batches of pie waiting to be eaten.

"Pecan pie, anyone?" She said with a smile, bright enough to expose her rosy dimples.

"Ahh sorry, I'm allergic to pecan," Shuichi announced quite unexpectedly.

"I'll gladly dig in Auntie Ouma," Said Maki, who already seemed to have a fork in her hands.

"Auntie?" Shuichi whispered to me.

Although me and Maki don't really get on good terms half the time until the point where she is violently throwing death threats at me, she seemed to be really close to my mother. She'd usually refer to her as auntie almost as if it were reality, though evidently, it wasn't.

"Well no, that's just what Maki calls her."

Shuichi nodded, as if understanding the mutual relationship Maki and my mom shared.

"And you Kokich-," My mom started before I abruptly interrupted her.

"No, I'm fine."

"Kokichi... remember what we talked about?"

"Mom, not right now... I'm not hungry."

My mom picked up a knife and began cutting the pie into eighths.

"Kokichi, you need to eat something, you've barely eaten this whole we-,"

I covered a hand over her mouth, and looked at my peers behind me hoping they couldn't decipher what my mom was about to say. Yes, Maki did know about my starvation situation because of my ex's wants on my body type. But she didn't know I had traumatic anorexia and was still continuing to starve myself even after our break up. And well... Shuichi obviously didn't. So I couldn't have this conversation in front of the two and have them worry.

"We should go somewhere else," I muttered, as I dragged my mom to the bathroom.

I shut the door behind us, my mom catching a gaze of the toilet and looking up at me with crossed arms, a disappointed look on her face.

Fuck.

I forgot to flush the vomit.

"I can explai-,"

"No you can't. You've gotta stop throwing up my food."

"Then you have to stop giving it to me...," I muttered as quietly as I could.

"What was that?"

I shook my head as if I head nothing to say, but in reality, I had a lot.

"Mom, you can't bring up my eating disorder in front of people so easily like that. It's not like I've told anybody, heck, I don't even want anybody to know," I said, crossing my arms whilst wearing a sad expression onto my face.

"Yeah, but I want you to eat. You didn't eat yesterday or the day before. Please just have this pecan pie."

I sighed, running a hand down my face. Yes, I did promise my mom I would start eating with health from now on, but I haven't been keeping my promise since. It's really not easy to recover from something you've been enduring for so long.

"Fine... I'll have a bite."

With that, my moms frown easily transitioned into a smile. She seemed genuinely happy that I was just going to eat something. Pretty sad, isn't it? Suddenly, a few knocks ran down the door as I heard the sound of Makis voice.

"Kokichi, when.... and you get out.... upstairs.... truth or dare," Maki, partially said as I'd only got to familiarize a few words through the muffled area of the door.

"Ok...," I responded quickly, getting out of the bathroom to see Maki.

We both took a slice of pie and made our trip upstairs, ready to play what I assumed was truth or dare from what I heard.

We all sat in a circle on my twin sized bed and Maki had already begun to assess the game.

"I'm not usually a fan of these little kiddy games, but I've only established this because there's actually some things I wanna know... about the two of you."

I gulped in fret of what she meant by that, hoping to God what she was conveying had nothing to do with eating.

She sighed, explaining who would go first and where it would end, as it continued to repeat.

"So you first Shuichi," Maki said, deviously.

"M... me?"

"Yeah, is there a problem? Truth or dare?"

"Umm... truth?"

She tapped a finger on her chin, deeply in thought of what should be asked of somebody like Shuichi. Instantly, her face lit up as if this was the question she'd been waiting to ask all her life.

"Are you and Kokichi dating?"

Me and Shuichi looked at eachother, then back at Maki as she stared into his eyes. That was not only a question Maki was having, but us too.

Were we dating?

Now, we already established that we weren't ready for anything, but all Shuichi has been doing this whole day is flirting with me. Or is he just teasing me now that he knows I like him? If so, what a fucking jerk. But yet again, that wouldn't stop me from liking him. The only people I've ever dated were jerks anyway, so it's nothing unusual to me.

Shuichi slowly shook his head at Maki, allowing us to continue the game. Of course, I was a bit disappointed, but I was dumb for thinking he'd say yes anyway. I mean, what doofus would like somebody like me?

"Then what was that whole pretense at the park?" Maki said suspiciously, piercing her ruby red eyes into my skin.

"Fuck. I thought this was Shuichis question, why are you looking at me?" I said, in fear that her eyes themselves were going to kill me.

"I was just hoping you were eligible to answer my question. But I guess not, since you lot want to act dumb after the scene."

I slowly shook my head in annoyance. Shuichi said me and him weren't dating, so therefore we aren't. It's simple. Why can't she just take that?

I sighed and said, "Anyway, it's your turn Maki. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," She said, quite confidently in her response.

"Walk to the gas station and buy me gum," I said with a yawn following behind.

"Pfft- you call that a dare? That's just some extra training for me."

She got up from her position on the bed and started to head out, grabbing onto the doorknob.

"You two don't get too sneaky while I'm gone," She said, before slamming the door on us.

I shrugged and laid on the bed, ready to go to sleep before she came back until somebody tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to see Shuichi holding a serious but quite worried expression.

"Kokichi, I'm sorry to intrude but I couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation you and your mom were having in the bathroom, and I just wanted to say-,"

"Fuuuuuck, pretend you never heard anything, I'm ok now," I said turning away from him and covering a pillow over my ears.

"Yeah, I know but why... why do you starve yourself?"

I didnt want to answer that question but something was telling me I had to. I ran a hand down my face and took a few breaths before speaking once again.

"You sure you wanna know?"

He nodded eagerly as if this answer only meant the world to him.

"Long story short. I was told to starve because I was fat and ugly and I guess I kind of stuck onto it. Now could we drop the subject, Shuichi?" I affirmed, raising my tone a bit in annoyance.

I didn't want a lot of people to be cognizant of my past, but Maki. But since Shuichi had already begun to realize something was up, there was no point in hiding it any longer.

"But that's not true...," Shuichi protested.

I groaned in annoyance turning over to him, what was he trying to say now?

"I think you're pretty," he said, lying next to me with a smile.

He pushed a few strands of purple hair behind my ear before cupping my face. I could feel the heat coil into my cheeks from his embrace.

"I-i'm not pre-,"

"Shh," He interrupted, before placing a finger onto my lips.

He removed his finger off of my face and bumped his forehead next to mine.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

My breath ran heavy, having already realized what he was aiming to attempt. His warm breath hitting my skin, as the wind ran past us nonchalantly. My eyes read his gombogeish ones like a book; the air staying silent between us. We stayed in this position for a few, neither of us knowing what was ours in this situation.

That's when he slowly closed his eyes and leaned in. I wasn't at all prepared for his sudden action, but I knew it was happening. My mind had planned it all out for me.

His-heart shaped lips found their way onto my ruby round ones as if it was all that was meant to be.

I didn't have enough time to even process what was going on before I instantly kissed back on impact, feeling his lips as they ran through my own.

Almost abruptly, we quickly parted as if the kiss never existed. The room went extremely silent; my face going hot once again in reaction to his touch. Although he wasn't speaking, I could read his thoughts that circled around his head. I wondered if he could read mine too.

"I think I owed you one... for not kissing you back when you kissed me in the storage room."

It stayed silent as I refused to respond, still trying to process what had just happened. I touched my bottom lip, remembering the embrace his lips just had on them. His sunsetted eyes looked gracefully into my soul, and I just couldn't look away.

"It looks like you want another one," Shuichi said with a chuckle, softly cupping my cheek in preparation of what was to come.

I nodded eagerly, and almost as if it were magic, his lips found themselves on mine once again. I took a moment to enjoy the invisible music that compelled this heartful kiss. I hoped he felt the same affection I felt at this moment. He tilted his head, giving me space to deepen the kiss. He lifted himself on top of me, now pinning me onto the bed. I gasped, from the sudden change in stance. As much as I loved this small moment between us, it was going all too fast. I didn't deserve this.

We continued to kiss like this slowly like two lovebirds in a nest. It felt like he was trying to push the kiss as much as I was trying to avoid it. Although, I loved the soft touch of his lips on mine, I knew we couldn't stretch it, nonetheless.

He bit my bottom lip and parted from me, causing a faint mewl to escape my lips quite unexpectedly. I didn't even notice the erotic sound I made slip from my tongue.

My eyes went wide, and I quickly covered my mouth with my hands, a deep red hue occupying the entirety of my face. He looked at me and arched his left eyebrow; not much emotion written on his face. This only embarrassed me even more as I turned away in confusion.

"What the hell was that?" Shuichi said with a chuckle.

That question ran through my head as well, like neither of us could answer such an embarrassing question. I didn't know it was that easy to get me to... fuck. Even saying the word makes me quiver in my boots.

"I don't know... I've never made that sound before," I replied, continuing to cover my mouth.

A smirk slowly made its way onto his face as he got closer. Ideas of his smile flew through my mind, and all I had focused on was him. Not the cockroach on my wall, or the wind coming from the window that continued to push my closet door. Just him...

"I want to hear it again," He said, putting a hand onto my waist and pushing me close.

I could already read from his eyes that he meant what he said. And something in me was telling me I agreed. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't stop visiting every once in a while each time he spoke.

He removed my hands from my face and kissed me softly, moving his lips along with mine, once again. We enjoyed this position for as long as it lasted, the serene taste of his soft lips and mine clicking together. I realized, he was the only one I wanted at that very moment. He had the only lips that fit mine perfectly, like a lock and it's key. And he was the only boy that actually cared for me as much as I did, myself.

The temperature began to rise when I felt him tilting his head to open his lips. His bumpy tongue, tasted my lip, licking my lips for a call to entrance. I was hesitant, but slightly opened my mouth to let it in. Instantly, his tongue clicked with mine, and I could feel the adrenaline in my body rise. Throughout the intense silence, I could instantly realize he was fighting with me, as his tongue pushed onto mine throughout my canvas. I played his clumsy game, allowing my tongue to push back in retort. He slowly chuckled into my mouth. I could feel his cold lips form a smile onto mine. He didn't give up though, and our tongues began to tuffle with eachother as the heat in the room grew heavier.

SHUICHI SAIHARA

I wasn't thinking before I already allowed my hand to run up his shirt, passing the hem. The texture of his stomach, abdomen and chest, croaked my fingers. I figured there was a lot of his body my hands hadn't explored yet, which disappointed me greatly. My hand moved down; my hands easily growing an obsession of the small body below me. I slowly gripped onto his waist, causing him to let out a silent mewl.

Pretty satisfied, I let our lips part as I went down onto his neck, licking and sucking on empty spaces I'd never spotted before. I heard as he whimpered in response to the contact, increasing the heat in my stomach. My teeth searched for a spot it could just eagerly bite onto to hear those sounds again. Finding an open door on his neck, I allowed my teeth to bite onto it enough to create a mark.

"Nngh~," He moaned, as he began to twiddle with my hair.

His fingers circled around my scalp, gripping onto the strands in pleasure.

I gripped onto the space of thigh under his shorts, letting my nails sink into it, as I continued to bite down onto his neck. The boy under me was a huge mess, and I was only here to watch it. The sounds of his moans inhabited the entire room as each action had occured. I never knew there was so much of him to hear until now. His sounds could just entice me into continuation. He gripped onto my hair eagerly, succumbing to the pleasure, as his body writhed under me.

All, I enjoyed. The sounds he made, his movements, everything until...

"Oh!" Somebody gasped from afar.

I turned around to see Kaede at the entrance of the bedroom door; her face red and hands fidgeting with eachother as she blinked continuously like she had just walked into the wrong room.

Because she definitely did.

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