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I actually just read through the entire blog, and honestly I'm just like everyone else; I can't get enough of Ouma and I'm always pleasantly surprised by the little twists and turns you guys take on the imagines! And I can't fail to mention how much I appreciate the grammar!! Thank you all for all the time and effort you've put into fulfilling requests and this blog. I know you guys are kind of dead right now, but I was wondering if you guys still plan on coming back to the blog and writing?
Hi, Mod Kaede here!Thank you so much for your kind words! Really, they mean a lot! Asks like this are one of the reasons we do all this!As for our inactivity… we did kinda go dead, and we’re really sorry about that! Interests shift over time, or life gets in the way… personally, I still love Ouma! But the past year has been wild for me. I really want to return to this blog, but, aha… school’s an asshole. I can’t promise I’ll become more active (although I’ll try my hardest), just know I don’t want to intentionally abandon this blog! The one promise I will make is that I’ll definitely whip something up for Ouma’s birthday every year! Thank you everyone who’s still with us, and I sincerely hope we can make a comeback soon.I can’t speak for the other mods, so I’ll let them reblog this with their answers to this if they’d like!Thank you again for sending this lovely ask, I hope you’ve all been doing great! <3
Ik we’re still dead but I just wanna be a shameless self promoter for a min. So I made a dr oc roleplay server, it’s not set in a killing game or anything it’s just casual interactions without the pressure of murder n all that stuff. Their may be some potentially triggering topics mentioned because of characters angsty backstories so be cautious of that!! but, yeah! feel free to join!! :)!!
So I know we’ve been a little dead lately... I’m hoping I’ll be able to be more active in the coming weeks, but sadly, I’m not promising anything! ;w; This isn’t exactly a request that we got, but I would’ve felt bad being an Ouma-oriented blog and not posting anything for his birthday... so! I wrote up a little drabble! I haven’t written in a while, so I’m not positive about the quality, but I hope you all can enjoy it nonetheless!
You kept nervously checking your phone. Nope, not time yet. Nuh-uh, still not time. Was the clock moving slower than usual, or was it just you?
June 20th, 11:58 PM. You were determined to wish your boyfriend a happy birthday the minute it was his birthday, so, here you were! You were sitting on your bed, phone open to your texts with Ouma. You had an entire message typed out and ready to send! You were just waiting to… you know, actually send it. You thought the text was the perfect combination of sweet and joking, to really hit Kokichi’s heart hard. It had to be perfect for him. Still waiting, you reread it for the seventh time.
“Happy birthday Kokichi!! It’s that time of the year again, where you get spoiled with gifts and cake and soda. Enjoy it while it lasts, because this is the only day of the year where people are obligated to be kind to you! I bought you a pack of soda we can enjoy together later… or for you to smash completely on your own, who knows? I hope today treats you well, and hopefully this year will finally be the year you manage to grow facial hair!”
Pretty good, right?
That, and now it was 11:59. Only another minute to wait, and then you can officially be the first person to send Ouma birthday wishes- at 12 AM on the dot!
You laid back, thinking about how much you liked… no, how much you loved him. How much he means to you. Memories upon memories of this boy coursed through your mind like a stream, each one making your chest feel warmer than the last.
There was his last birthday, when you tried making him a cake. Except it turned out you weren’t as amazing of a baker as you thought, and instead had a large puddle of thick… sugar sauce to present to him. Even if he did tease you for it, he still ate it all. He loved that not-quite-cake meal, and he loved you for making it.
Or then, the first time you met DICE. No matter how much Ouma bragged, in the end, they were just a group of harmless tricksters. And you know what? It was endearing. All of the members had treated you quite kindly- almost graciously, simply because you gave love and attention to their leader. They clearly all meant a lot to each other. Anyone who ever said Kokichi didn’t care for others was wrong. You and DICE were living, breathing proof of that. (Not to mention DICE helped you pull a prank on Ouma for once- seeing his face was priceless.)
Even the mundane events filled your heart with love and joy. Playing video games with Ouma on the (almost) daily… he always wins, but you don’t really care. He usually wants a kiss as his prize for winning, but you know what? You don’t really care. He made you look forward to losing, just to see him happy and full of pride.
You loved talking to him. Yes, he lied pretty often. So what? That doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy your talks. Hell, trying to decipher the truth may be your favorite part about talking to him. Every conversation was a puzzle, every word a puzzle piece. You’d fit together his lies and his occasional truths to create some sort of information, and you were happily content with that arrangement. Even the tiny white lies sprinkled in with his speech made you love him, just small little fibs that were usually humorous.
You loved playing with his hair. It surprised you the first time you touched it, actually… there isn’t any product in it. Its formation is caused by constant twirling and teasing, and if Kokichi playing with his hair isn’t the cutest mental image, you don’t know what is. It’s even cuter, right after he showers- the hair will be damp, and flat against his head. And then you get to taunt him about it, until it dries, and magically takes its usual shape.
There was so much… too much you loved about Kokichi Ouma. You’re still not completely sure how you got so lucky as to have him, but… you aren’t complaining. Not in the slightest. And this perfect boyfriend of yours is now another year older… oh crap, birthday, that’s right!
You hit send on the message, before looking at the clock. 12:01.
You were a minute late.
Oh well, a minute’s a minute… and a success is a success. Somewhat disappointed but still satisfied, you set your phone down on the bedside table, alarm ready to wake you up at 9 AM. A twist of a knob dimmed your lamp to off, and your eyes guided themselves up to the ceiling.
Fuzziness and sand filled your eyes with drowse, eyelids fluttering open and then shut and then open again. You were excited to wake up in a few hours and spend the entire day with the lucky birthday boy, and a smile found its way onto your lips.
“Happy birthday, Ouma…” you managed to get out, before falling asleep.
Hello. May I request for Ouma who finds their S/O having a panic attack?
Hi! Of course, you can! I've had a few panic attacks myself so ill be using some personal experiences for this, but I understand that not everyone reacts in the same way, so ill try to cater to that as well! - Mod Kiibo
You had been anxious all morning, you had just woken up on edge and hadn't been able to shake it
And as such, you found yourself having a panic attack when you had been called up to present a project. You knew it was coming but you were still dreading it, and when your name had been called your breathing had gone quick and shallow and you knew what was happening, but it was too late to stop it
You ran out of the room, vision blurring as you dashed to the out of order bathroom down the hall, knowing it would be empty, a good place for you to deal with this without being stared at
Unknowingly, Ouma had followed you. You had run by his class and he had made up an excuse to go after you, sneaking into the bathroom and finding you pacing and panting, nails digging into your palms, trying to ground yourself
“(Y/N)-chan? Are you okay? Whats wrong?”
Ouma had never seen you like this before, you had kept your panic attacks a secret, not wanting him to see you so low, and you burst into tears at the sight of him
Ouma was worried, almost visibly so, so he reached out his hands and offered them to you
“Can you talk?”
You shook your head, already fighting to breath, but you did take his hands and squeeze tightly
“Alright, just breath in and out slowly, (Y/N)-chan. Keep squeezing my hands, yeah, like that! Jeez, since when are you so strong?”
He kept trying to make you laugh or smile until finally, he got one out of you, breaking into a grin
“Wanna hug? You have to promise to keep breathing though, or my followers will start leaving notes on your desk!”
If you were okay with hugging him then he would pull you close and gently pet your hair, letting you settle down before trying to get anything out of you
If you weren't okay with that much contact he would settle for stroking his thumbs over your knuckles and trying to distract you until your breathing evened out and you felt ready to talk
“What was that all about? Does that happen often? Did someone do something to you because my followers will-”
You shook your head, explaining that you had been feeling anxious and when you had to present, it just all became too much for you to handle
“T-this doesn't happen all the time but… sometimes… I just can't take it.”
Ouma nodded, thinking for a moment. He wanted to support you and make you feel better, but it was a little hard for him to know what to do
But he understood the feeling, frankly, from when he was younger, from when he wasn't the Ouma you knew
“Nishishi, I have an idea! How about I sneak into your class? That way you can look at my cute face when you're up there and not those randos!”
It was an unusual plan, but you were hopeful, so you went back to class and got your teacher to let you present the next day
When you did, somehow Ouma was there, hiding but making sure you could see him as you presented
It went fairly well, anytime you got anxious you looked at him and he would grin or do something silly and you would feel more relaxed
You made sure to tell him when you were close to panic attacks now, knowing he would help you without any judgment
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Hello!!! ^ ^ I would like to request Ouma saving S/O's life barely! (Catching them from a fall or pushing them out of trouble at the last second) PS: both S/O and Ouma are ok at the end of this;;;don't hurt the baby child xD
Of course! I love this, it's adorable! I hope you enjoy! - Mod Kiibo
Okay, so sometimes you rushed around a little when you were worried you would be late for class
And since the school was built in the stupidest way, with multiple flights of stairs that only slowed you down
You had gotten good at running down each flight of steps, barely stumbling anymore, but you were bound to run out of luck at some point
And so you did, one day moving a little too fast and slipping as you turned from a landing, feeling the ground go out from beneath you
You barely had time to squeak before you felt a hand closing around your wrist, pulling you back up quickly and into your saviors waiting arms
“Jeez (Y/N)-chan! You’re going to wind up cracking your head open and I won't always be able to catch you!”
It was Ouma, thankfully, he brought you close and moved far away from the stairs, nuzzling your cheek
You panted, still in shock that you hadn't actually fallen, that he had saved you. You closed your eyes and shivered, leaning against him, no longer caring if you were late.
“Well, don't cry!! I can have DICE start shadowing you on the stairs with trampolines and pillows so that they can catch you!”
You giggled a little, wiping your eyes and trying to slow your heartbeat, feeling safer in Ouma’s arms
Really, you shouldn't have been so upset, you were fine, but still… you could have died! You could have smashed your skull open and that would have been the end
“Can we ditch? I don't… really want to go to class anymore.”
“Nishishi! First your rushing to class, now you want to leave? Of course, (Y/N)-chan! Let me make a call and we can sneak out!”
The two of you wound up at his place, cuddling and playing video games till you felt better and were no longer thinking about what could have happened
From then on you were more careful on the stairs, Ouma getting you a booklet of forged hall passes so you wouldn't have to worry about being late
its nice to see a blog for Ouma! ^^ is it alright to get headcanons of ouma and a self-conscious trans-male S/O?
So, just as a warning, I am a cis girl! I do not personally have experience with being trans, however, i have written for trans characters before and I know people who are trans, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to get everything right. If I do make a mistake, or if anything comes off as insensitive or offensive, please (respectfully) let me know and ill do what I can to fix it! I promise, nothing I write is meant to come off as such.
You hadn’t wanted to tell Ouma you were trans at first, knowing that not everyone understood or took it very well
He meant too much to you, you didn’t want to lose him, but it got to the point where you felt bad keeping something like that from him, you had been so honest otherwise
Not to mention you had been dealing with a lot of self-consciousness and dysphoria lately, wearing your binder for longer than recommended and wearing baggy clothes over top, keeping yourself hidden
When you stopped letting Ouma get close, though, shying away from intimacy, he decided to take action, finding you while you were studying and locking the door, trapping you with him
“K-Kokichi, what are you-”
“You’ve been so weird lately, (Y/N)-chan, and I want to know what’s going on! And no lying, I hate when people lie.”
You sighed, knowing this would happen at some point, it was just a matter of time, so you did your best not to freak out, having imagined what to say many times over
“You should, um, sit… it’s kind of big.”
Ouma raised an eyebrow but sat on the bed, you turning to face him in your desk chair and rubbing your arm
“I-I’m trans… I’m not the guy you thought I was, I’m sorry, I should have told you when we started dating…”
“Oh? Just that? I already knew that! Jeez, (Y/N)-chan, so boring!”
You blinked a few times, how the hell did he know?! You had been so careful, what the fuck?
“You do? But I never-”
“Supreme leaders have to be very observant and resourceful, (Y/N), or we wouldn’t get anything done! I know everything about you and the rest of our class, I always have!”
That was… oddly relieving, knowing that he had been dating you for this long while still knowing what he knew
“Something tells me my (Y/N)-chan is upset about more than just his secret, come here!”
You made your way to the bed, where Ouma scooped you up and hugged you close, running his fingers through your hair soothingly, waiting for your response
“I hate my body, I hate how I look, I hate it so much. I don’t look like a guy and I have to wear this damn binder all the time and I just… i-i don’t want to look like this…”
You teared up and buried your face in his shoulder, unsure if you should lean into his touches or pull away
“Alright, get up, we’re doing something!” You didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter, getting pulled onto your feet by the hand and tugged you into the bathroom.
“Let’s get you into something comfier! Hang on, I got it!”
He disappeared for a moment, returning with a bundle of fabric and a grin
It was soft pajamas, in your size but never worn, clearly meant to be a gift.
You blushed and took them, shocked by how soft the pants were, pressing a kiss to his cheek and shutting the door to change
Just as you thought, the outfit was stupidly comfortable, aside from one thing…
“Kokichi? Could, um, could you bring me my backpack?”
You peeked your head out the door and smiled nervously, taking your bag and rifling through it once the door was closed
When you found your sports bras you sighed a little, wriggling out of your binder and exchanging it for two sports bras, letting you breathe a little easier
Finally, you came out, finding Ouma on the bed and plopping beside him
“Better? These are the best pajamas my minions could find!”
You laughed and he started rubbing your shoulders, pulling a soft groan from you. He noticed the divots left behind from wearing your binder so often and made a soft noise, kissing your nape
“Is it okay to be wearing your binder so much? These look painful and I’ve heard it’s not good for your ribs. Supreme leaders don’t let their boyfriends get hurt!”
You sighed and shook your head, turning around and snuggling into his neck
“Not really, it kinda hurts, but I need it… I can’t just…”
“It’s okay! Just be careful! Promise me you’ll take some breaks, maybe when I’m around!
“I can try…” You said softly, letting him move you into laying down, snuggling against his chest
“Why am I like this? I just… I wish I wasn’t so friggin insecure! Ngh…”
“You’re you, that’s all! And I love you, (Y/N), and that’s not a lie! You’re handsome and hot and I wouldn’t change you! Of course, if you want to change for you then I’ll help! I have access to tons of money and resources, you’ll get the best!”
You smiled a little, sniffling against him and relaxing a little
“Although, (Y/N)-chan could stand to let me see him naked every now and then so I can properly appreciate his hotness!”
His voice was teasing and you knew he was just messing with you, he had never seriously asked you to do anything more than you were willing and okay with
“My hot, awesome boyfriend is going to be as loved as possible, got it? I love you (Y/N)-chan! Always!
“I love you too, Kokichi, thank you…”
From then on he was lifting you up every chance he got, especially if he noticed you were feeling especially insecure, tell you how much he loved you and your body, no matter what
Around him, you felt like you could be yourself, you didn’t need to hide who you were. Of course, you still had your off days, and Ouma was right there to support you, but you were able to switch to sports bras more often and give your ribs a much-needed break
Hi! Can you do one with S/O who ultimate is weight lifting/heavyweight lifting but Ouma don't believe her and calls her a liar because of how small she? But then she proceeds to lift/pick everyone of their classmates even Gonta. Please and Thank you!
Alright, completed! Please let me know if this is unsatisfactory for you and I’ll do my best to fix it. I’m also sorry for my lack of knowledge on weightlifting. I tried to keep it simple but that may have been my downfall.
Also id like to apologize for taking so long to even submit my first imagine. I lost my phone (i forget how many days its been) but ive been able to fix my computer up into working condition. Any time before that i was just being ridiculous.
-a very sorry mod himiko
“Ultimate Weightlifter? Nice try, s/o.” Ouma told them, turning back to what he was doing. Hmph, s/o think he’d fall for such an obvious lie? They were so small! He could almost laugh at the idea of his tiny s/o trying to lift weights.
“I swear! Here I’ll show you.” You pushed on, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
Looking unamused, Ouma watched you. But figuring it’d be interesting to see how’d you try to convince him, he followed along.
Stopping next to Hoshi you looked back at Ouma.
“Where are the weights, s/o?” He questioned looking at her expectantly.
“No weights. I’m going to pick up Hoshi.” You explained. Wasn’t like you had weights on hand of course. This was the quickest improvisation.
Hoshi looked up… confused but ready. Well, ready to not cooperate.
With some quick convincing on your part, the tiny male was able to gulp down his pride and let you pick him up.
“That’s nice s/o, but Hoshi’s small. I’m sure anyone could pick him up.” Ouma told you, not taking it as you set Hoshi down.
Yet you just nodded understandingly and walked over to him, a small smile forming on your face as you figured out your next plan of action.
“I’m not done yet.”
He raises his eyebrows as he looked at them curiously.
And that’s where it began. Once it got passed Himiko he was honestly impressed.
He worried for you safety though as you continued up the chain of the classmates. Ouma was already sold way early on.
“You got me s/o!” He looked at you as you continued walking. But they didn’t really need to pick up Kiibo. “That container of bolts was probably the heaviest thing out there!”
“Just one more.” You hummed looking back at him.
Oh god, this was still going. Who could be left?
Then he saw them ahead. Grabbing your wrist he stopped you from walking any further.
“You’re not going to try and pick up Gonta are you?”
You nodded, disconnecting his hand. “Don’t worry! Ultimate Weightlifter remember?”
Ouma let out a small sigh and watched from a distance as you approached the bug man.
Within seconds of saying hi to him you had pick him up and lifted him.
“s/o?!” Gonta had freaked out to you as you set him back on the ground. Leaving you to apologize and calm him down.
Meanwhile Ouma remained on the sideline absolutely baffled at the unusual sight, with apparently all his other classmates who had gathered to watch, his mouth hanging agape.
“That was amazing, s/o!” He exclaimed rushing over and tackling you.
You giggled.
“My turn, my turn!” He urged, clinging onto your side.
I know requests are closed, and im sorry to bother you but could you tell me if someone requested yandere scenarios ?
Don’t worry, you’re not a bother at all!! Yes, we do have one ask in our inbox right now with a yandere request, which we will be getting around to, hopefully soon! Thank you for being patient with us!
How about reader who makes Ouma a lot of food because they're concerned with his weight? (Boy needs to eat)
Hey hey, Mod Kaede back from the dead!! I’m sorry, life’s been… really busy lately, but I’m super glad because our new mods are awesome and didn’t leave this place too barren!! I’m gonna try to be more active now, because I think things are finally starting to calm down? Regardless, this prompt was a lot of fun to write! Sorry it took so long to get to!
As always, I sincerely hope you enjoy!!
Your boyfriend always wore loose-fitting and oversized clothes, so you could never really tell anything was wrong. Still, you found it interesting how, whenever the two of you would hang out or go on a date, he’d bag up his food “for later”. Once in a blue moon you two would hang out at his place, but you’d be so caught up in the moment and spending time with him that you’d never even think to look in the kitchen and see if he still had the countless amount of leftovers sitting in the fridge, or in the trash.
Shopping was a fun activity for you and Ouma. It basically became a competition to make the worst outfit possible, and try it on in the dressing room to show each other when you came out. On one particular shopping trip, Ouma formed an amalgamation of cursed jeans (it can be the clear knees, the double waist, the skirt… thing, take your pick), and a skin-tight leather shirt of an unidentifiable color. You have no idea why either of these items were being sold at a respectable clothing outlet, but the laughs that you were getting out if it with your boyfriend was worth the confusion.
Ouma came out of the dressing room wearing the outfit, and it was just about as ugly as you expected. But… what caught your attention most wasn’t the fashion felony before you. What really worried you was the lack of torso the leather shirt clung to. Had your boyfriend always been this skinny? And if so, how did you never notice?
You would definitely confront him later, don’t want to cause a scene in public- actually, you weren’t going to confront him at all. Knowing Ouma, he probably already knew you noticed how skinny he really was, but confirming that fact for him was only going to make him flee.
You laughed at his outfit, and decided on both of your behalves that it was probably time to go home. That would give you more time to think. With an intelligent boyfriend like yours, you needed to carefully decide every action you took whenever it was something serious like this, because you were genuinely concerned for his wellbeing. Well, you’ve bested him before, who’s to say you can’t do it again?
Settled down back in the comfort of your own home, you mulled over what the best course of action may be. He never ate when you two were out somewhere. Come to think of it, you could count the number of times you’ve actually seen him eat on your fingers. Being together with him for months now… that was alarming. Multiple ideas crossed your mind, but none seemed to be the perfect plan. It was really hard to figure the boy out.
The best scheme you could come up with was to feed him entirely homemade meals. He’s shown in the past that he’s not as careless as he tends to portray himself, and maybe the guilt for neglecting something you’ve made him will outweigh the want to not eat? With the best possible strategy set up, you go to bed that night, unsure but optimistic.
After a comfortable rest, you decide to text Ouma to see if he’d be willing to come over.
S/O-chan: Hey, Kokichi!ouma: hey is for horses, yknow!!ouma: neigh~S/O-chan: I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place today? I’m not planning on doing anything, so we can just chill and stuff.S/O-chan: I’m just gonna pretend that awful joke didn’t just come from you.ouma: hmm…….. i’ll have to think abt it. i WAS planning on kidnapping a governor today……S/O-chan: Can the governor wait? Or do you have a bomb ticking down right now that you need him to be in the room for?ouma: i suppose it’s not time sensitive!!! i’ll be over in a bit, my beloved [S/O]-chaaan~~!!! <3 <3 <3
Plan “Make Kokichi a Homemade Meal so He Isn’t Concerningly Skinny” was a go.
You opened your pantry to see what would be on today’s menu. After much deliberation, you decided on something nice and simple, to test the waters; a batch of fries. Nothing too heavy.
Making fries was easy, if not a long process. You started off by hand-cutting the potatoes, lacking the proper equipment to produce them en masse, but nothing you couldn’t finish in ten minutes. After all the fries were cut out, you had to boil the bad boys, so you wouldn’t just be working with raw… potato. This was the most time-consuming part, so you sat around for a while, half-expecting your doorbell to ring any minute. It never did, so you moved on. After taking the potatoes out of the boiling water, you patted them dry, and placed the soon-to-be-fries in a deep fryer. Twice. Yes, you fried them twice, because you’re cool like that.
They had finally finished cooking, but Kokichi was still nowhere to be seen… not for long, though. Within minutes, a familiar ring flooded through your house. What timing!
You answered the door, seeing exactly who you were expecting. “Hey, come in!”
“Oh, really? I can come in? I was just thinking I was gonna stand around on your porch all day… but coming in sounds a lot more fun!” Ouma stepped inside, sliding his shoes off. “Something smells good.”
“Yeah, I got bored waiting for you, so I made some french fries,” you led him into the kitchen.
“Geez, I didn’t take that long…”
“You kinda did.” The plate of fries was on the counter, and Ouma stared at it a bit. “All homemade.”
“Homemade, huh?” Ouma raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were a chef.”
“I’m full of surprises~” you replied, resting your elbows on the counter. “Not like I’m gonna eat all these myself. Go ahead, try one.”
Ouma reached for a fry, and the lack of hesitance surprised you a bit. He chewed on it for a while, seeming unimpressed. Your heart sank.
“… These fries…” he took another one, “are horrible!” Ohh, right. He was lying.
“Then why are you still eating them?”
“‘Cause I’m a masochist, dummy!”
Suuure.
You both ended up eating half of the plate of fries each, and this was the first step to your mission being a success. You were honestly proud of yourself, and when Ouma left, you rewarded yourself with some ice cream.
You decided it’d be in your best interest to look up some recipes the next day.
After that, you’d cook Ouma more meals made with love. Sometimes you’d invite him over to eat them fresh, or sometimes you’d go to his house with the food in a large container. Other times, you might even meet him in public with a bag of goodies, like cookies or brownies. He always seemed to like the sweets. You’re not sure where the change was. Did he just eat your food so you wouldn’t feel bad, like his infamous kind lies? Or did he just prefer your food over everyone else’s? Or maybe you were over-analyzing, and he really DID eat, just in private? If that was the case, maybe he was just too shy to eat in front of others. Maybe if you took him out to a restaurant on a date now, he’d eat? No, but Ouma’s not a shy person… the situation seemed more and more convoluted, but at least he was eating.
You got a notification on your phone a few weeks after that first french fry date.
ouma: guess what i got!S/O-chan: What?ouma: guess!!S/O-chan: Another horse mask?ouma: what??? no!ouma: wait how did you know about the first one????S/O-chan: What did you get?ouma: sooooo remember that leather shirt? that was not-quite-green but not-quite brown????S/O-chan: Did you buy that thing?ouma: yuppers!!!!!!!!
He then sent you a photo of him wearing the shirt, the camera at a wonky angle. He was holding up a peace sign.
ouma: it kinda grew on me~
Of course, he was lying. He liked to pull off fashion that no one else could; though, to be honest, this was too much for even him to be able to try and conquer.
You looked at the photo again, though. He was still skinny as ever. Even after all of this cooking… what was wrong?
S/O-chan: Hey, you look pretty skinny in that picture…ouma: but i look good, riiiiiight?????????S/O-chan: You always look good, but are you okay?ouma: awwww, is [S/O]-chan really that worried for me!?!??!???!?!?ouma: well, if you must know, my metabolism is through the roof!!!! never been a pound over 105 :)))))
That made… a surprising amount of sense. Then again, you had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth or not… you just decided to believe him, since it would help you rest easier. That mystery had finally been solved, and you felt comforted knowing that nothing was wrong with your boyfriend.
S/O-chan: Oh, okay! Makes sense.S/O-chan: By the way, if you wanna come over, I was thinking of making a cake tomorrow.
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How about Kokichi finding his S/O’s sketchbook and seeing a drawing of him?
You had always kept your sketchbook close, shy about your drawings, especially the ones of your boyfriend
It's not like they were inappropriate or anything, but you knew he would tease the hell out of you for it
Especially if he knew just how many were from before the two of you got together, when your feelings were secret and the only way you kept them as such was to draw him
Now that you were together, you didn't draw him as much, just every now and then when you caught a good angle or a cute moment
But you let your guard down and set your sketchbook on the counter when you went to make some food, not thinking that Ouma would notice or care
But in truth, he had been hatching plans to steal your sketchbook and see just what you were hiding from him
Sure, he had seen some of your finished products before, but he wanted to see the messy stuff! Plus, he couldn't keep his hands off something that you were keeping so secret
So when you were distracted by your cooking he grabbed it and plopped on the couch, cross-legged, flipping through the worn sheets.
He smiled at the little doodles and well-drawn sketches of little animals and everyday objects, even these little pictures were amazing in his eyes
But as he kept flipping he ran across a picture of himself in stunning detail. It was a profile of him passed out on the couch, he didn't have any recollection of when it had happened
But his cheeks heated up as he kept looking, finding more and more pictures of himself with various expression, even one with a kitten on his head, which was downright adorable
Ouma grinned as he gently shut the book and set it aside, finding you in the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you from behind, nuzzling into your neck
“K-Kokichi?! What are you doing, I'm cooking for us.”
“You’ve been lying to me~ Hiding that sketchbook of yours because you don't think the pictures are good but I know the truth now!
He giggled and reached around you to turn off the stove so nothing would burn, turning you so that he could pepper your face with kisses
You were torn between panic and being embarrassed, had he seriously seen what you drew?
And he wasn't mad? Or creeped out?
“Y-you saw…”
“Mhm! You made me look so cute (Y/N)-chan! But watching me while I sleep? I didn't know you were such a pervert!
His little shit eating grin dispelled any worry that he actually saw you that way but you flushed regardless, letting him pull you to the couch, where your sketchbook was waiting
“Can you draw me now? Pleeeeease?! I wanna pose for you!”
You were half expecting him to strip and ask you to ‘draw him like one of your French girls’, but he just moved to one end of the couch with his legs crisscrossed and big, real smile on his face that you couldn't resist
“Alright, just… don't move too much, ill try to work fast so you don't have to sit there long.”
He wound up loving the finished product, teasing you a bit but giving you honest affection all night, snuggling and kissing you all over
Kokichi and s/o pissing off Kaito (or someone else) by commenting on everything they say giving it undertones that they're a drug dealer ("that's a code word for asking if anyone wants drugs I bet") and then the both of them having to run away when their victim gets mad
AAAAAHHH I love this idea but struggled with the drug undertones which is pretty annoying. Hopefully I did this justice but if you’re unhappy with it anon please let us know and I’ll do my very best to fix it!
- Mod Maki
You and Ouma were very menacing and liked to take the mick out of people a lot
The two of you were a good match in your eyes, but to everyone else you two were hell on earth
Kaito was on his way to training with Saihara and Maki but was unfortunate enough to be spotted by you and Kokichi
Therefore, becoming your new target
“Kaito~ what are you doing on this fine evening?”
Trying to escape the tense situation Kaito said
“I’m training with Shuichi and Harumaki, I need to go now”
Then you pretended to whisper to Kokichi despite the fact you made sure you were heard by Kaito before he exited the dorms
“I think that’s a code word, I bet all three of them are going to get high on all sorts of drugs-”
This instantly made the SHSL Astronaut stop in his tracks
He felt he needed to defend himself even though anyone could tell it would only make things worse
“Of course not! Why would the luminary of the stars, Kaito Momota do something like that?!”
Predictably, this only made things worse for him
“Mhmm~ I see what you mean my beloved s/o Chan! See how defensive he’s getting? He’s getting irritated because he thinks we’ll steal his drugs”
Ouma ‘whispered’ in your ear like you had previously done to him
“Ehhh? Drugs? Where did you get that idea from? Hmmm we never mentioned anything like that… do you have something to hide Kaito~?”
After those words left your mouth Kaito realized trying to deny your allegations would be pointless
Y’all better hide from Maki and sleep with one eye open for the rest of your lives
Ouma with a fem!s/o insecure about her small chest please?
My first request for this blog! I hope you enjoy! Under the cut for mild nsfw! - Mod Kiibo
For years, you had hated how tiny your chest was. When you were younger, you had just figured that it would get bigger when you got older, but to this day you were still flat as a damn board. And when you met Ouma, fell for him despite his teasing and lying, you were worried that he was going to mess with you about it. You were insecure enough already what with all the pretty, busty girls in his class, how could you compare? Ouma noticed something was up while you two were cuddling, sitting up with his arms crossed and pouting at you. “Hmm? What’s wrong, Kokichi?”
“You! You’ve been so pouty and grumpy lately and it's making me sad!” He had fake tears sparkling in his eyes and you looked away, tugging the blanket up a little to hide your chest.
“Come onnnnnnn! (Y/N)-chan!” He bounced on his knees and teased his chilly fingers under your shirt to tickle you, but you barely even giggled, pulling away from his touch.
“Look, I… it's nothing, okay?”
“You’re a bad liar and I should know, so what's really wrong?” You sighed, knowing you weren't going to get out of this now.
“Wouldn't… wouldn't you be happier with some other girl? Like Kaede, she's so sweet and blonde and… hot. Or Miu, she’s-” Ouma leaned in and kissed you, cupping your face and pulling back with a little smile.
“Because I like you! And Miu’s annoying, I bet she has herpes!” You laughed, blushing a little.
“You know, supreme leaders are very smart, we have to be! And since I'm so smart, I think I know what the problem is! You’re flat!” Your eyes went wide and prickled with tears, why would he just blurt that out?!
“I never said that was a bad thing, you know.”
“H-huh?” You looked up, tempted to cover yourself a bit but not wanting to draw attention to the problem.
“Your boobs are cute, (Y-N)-chan! Who wants big nasty fat lumps, yours are way better! I mean, look at them! Soft and cute and squishable!” He made grabby hands and you smiled a little, toying with your fingers.
“Y-you mean that?” Ouma nodded and hummed, scooting closer and planting his face in your chest.
“Cozy…”
“K-Kokichi!” He just giggled, the sound muffled by your chest.
“I… thanks, for saying that, even if you're just saying it to make me feel better.” Ouma looked up at you and snaked his hands under your shirt, groping you briefly with a glimmer in his eyes.
“Would I do that if I didn't like them? Hmm?” He did it again and got a smile out of you before pulling back and kissing you.
“M-maybe they aren't too bad…”
“Want me to prove that I'm not lying?” From the look on his face, you could only guess what he had planned, pulling him closer and kissing his hair quietly.
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omg mod chihiro watches ghost adventures too??? this is great!
Ah- Yeah I do !! I really love Ghost Adventures ! It was a childhood favorite so as of late I started watching all the seasons again !! I need to Finish my marathon of the series speaking of which…
I guess my marathoning of all of Ghost Adventure’s finally paid off..! Anyways I hope you enjoy it, it was super fun to write !!!
- Mod Chihiro
• Inthe beginning, he had thought you were joking when you said you wereactually a ghost- I mean, who did you think you were fooling?
• ButOuma knew he could see through the lies of anyone, so the fact thatyou seemed so sincere…
• “Doesthat mean you can spy on anyone changing?!”
• “Ouma!!”
• Hewould immediately begin the onslaught of questions ranging fromwhether or not you could actuallygo through objects to how on earth you made yourself look so alive.
• Hewasn’t letting you leave until EVERY question was answered.
• Whenhe eventually settled down from the questions, he would learn toaccept your current state of being- at least as much as one could.
• Ofcourse he was never fully happy you were dead and that your time hadalready come to pass, but he also felt that in a sense it was apositive.
• Whenhis time finally came, he’d have someone to look forward to meetingin the after-life and to potentially spend an eternity with. In away, the thought that you’d willing spend the rest of yourspirit-life with him was a pleasing one.
• Howeverthis didn’t stop him from teasing you.
• “Awe,can you not grab that S/O? Want me to get it for you??”
• “Ithought you were better than this! How could you just say somethingso disconnected! … Oh right! You’re dead.”
• “Ifyou can go through things doesn’t that mean you can spy on anyone atanytime?!”
• Stufflike that, lasting for the first few months of the two of you beingtogether.
• Ofcourse, as the relationship between the two of you progressed hebecame more accustom to the fact that you were dead; makingaccomidations to make ‘living’ easier, NOTsticking his hands through your abdomen…
• Littlethings that showed he cared.
• Inthe long run, affection between the two of you was a bit awkward.
• Hecouldn’t go about normal routes such as hand holding, giving you apat on the head, pulling you close to him into an embrace, kissingyou… Seeing as all these actions would just go straight throughyour body the two of you had to resort to more obscure things.
• He’dlearned to set up energy stations in his dorm so you could leech offof the electricity they ommitted, allowing you to consistently pickup stuff and even make yourself that much more visible and audible.
• He’dbuy you things you mentioned wanting in your actual life, buy ticketsto things you said you wished to go do.
• Ofcourse, his organization would accompany him in some way during allof this, but that was besides the point.
• Ifon a particular day your energy was running low and you had tostruggle to speak audibly he’d use a soundbox he bought of amazon tolet you speak through, or if it really came down to it he’d just getone of the energy banks and let you fuel up.
• Thiswould all lead up to a realization that hit Ouma like a ton of bricksone afternoon.
• Prankingpeople became a lot more fun for Ouma
• Whowouldn’t want to have an actualghost as a prop for pranking!
• ….whatdo you mean you’re not doing it?
• Well,regardless of whether you agreed to help him or not he would stilloffer the suggestion at least 15 times while bouncing in place likean excited child.
• Findingnew ways to prank people always got him excited, so it was extraexciting that you could actually help him !!!
• Needlessto say, if you agreed you’d have a verybusy schedule ahead of you in the prank department.
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