"Oh~? Not afraid to use it~?" Kokichi purred, only coming closer. He leans in, so that his face is right up against Shuichi's, a wicked smile donning his face. "Why don't you prove it then, little boy~?" How rude!!

Flick. They instinctively pulled out their knife and pressed it to Ouma's neck. Their fingers struggled to situate on the trigger of the pepper spray, breathing raggedly. It took him a moment to suck it up and spray, lips pressing together in pity. "I-I said I'd use it, s-sorry..."

"What the fuck," he whispered, the swear being foreign on his tongue. A soft look of disgust plagued his face, but he couldn't bring himself to run. He was scared, but reasonably so.

"Oh~? Not afraid to use it~?" Kokichi purred, only coming closer. He leans in, so that his face is right up against Shuichi's, a wicked smile donning his face. "Why don't you prove it then, little boy~?" How rude!!

Flick. They instinctively pulled out their knife and pressed it to Ouma's neck. Their fingers struggled to situate on the trigger of the pepper spray, breathing raggedly. It took him a moment to suck it up and spray, lips pressing together in pity. "I-I said I'd use it, s-sorry..."

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.

His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"

"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.

Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't owe me details, I promise. I know it must be scary to talk about." He gently smiles, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting some onto his palm, and then repeating the action with conditioner. "Alright, I'm going to do it now. No need to panic, I'll be as gentle as I can." And he leans forward, gently massaging the soaps into Shuichi's scalp. Being the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he's very good at taking care of people.

Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.

"Sugarplum? You okay? You're allowed to tell me to stop, Hun. I'll never continue without your approval," he reassures, his hands becoming gentler in their movements.

"N-No! I'm...'m fine, Ouma-san..." He murmured, glancing down. "I'm okay, 's okay..." His lips parted as he repeated himself, rubbing his eyes gently.

"Okay... If you ever want me to stop doing anything because you're uncomfortable with it, let me know," he says softly, voice gentle and caring as can be, warm as the sun. "What part of staying with someone friendly are you most excited for?" He figures reinforcing those ideas of positivity and happiness will help those ideologies become more associated with him in Shuichi's mind, letting him know that he's a safe person to be around.

His lips pressed together in thought. "Cuddles," he said firmly after a moment or so. "I-I really like cuddles, so I g-guess that would be what I'm most excited f-for. They're nice and warm, make me feel wanted."

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.

His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"

"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.

Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't owe me details, I promise. I know it must be scary to talk about." He gently smiles, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting some onto his palm, and then repeating the action with conditioner. "Alright, I'm going to do it now. No need to panic, I'll be as gentle as I can." And he leans forward, gently massaging the soaps into Shuichi's scalp. Being the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he's very good at taking care of people.

Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.

"Sugarplum? You okay? You're allowed to tell me to stop, Hun. I'll never continue without your approval," he reassures, his hands becoming gentler in their movements.

"N-No! I'm...'m fine, Ouma-san..." He murmured, glancing down. "I'm okay, 's okay..." His lips parted as he repeated himself, rubbing his eyes gently.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.

His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"

"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.

Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't owe me details, I promise. I know it must be scary to talk about." He gently smiles, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting some onto his palm, and then repeating the action with conditioner. "Alright, I'm going to do it now. No need to panic, I'll be as gentle as I can." And he leans forward, gently massaging the soaps into Shuichi's scalp. Being the Ultimate Supreme Leader, he's very good at taking care of people.

Sniffling more, he gently leaned into the touch, chest heaving as he tentatively took in deep breaths. The last time anyone assisted him like this, well, it...didn't exactly end well. But he willed himself to trust the other, hiccuping softly.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.

His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"

"Silly Saihara-Chan! Cuddles aren't a reward here! You ask for them, I'll give you them!" Kokichi beamed, nodding softly to Shuichi's question. "Do you want me to give you directions, or help you do it? Its the first time, I won't think less of you for whatever you say," he promises.

Saihara sniffled gently, staring silently for a few moments. "U-Um...I'd appreciate it if you jus'...Helped me...I'm sort of tired. Really tired..." He murmured, fidgeting slightly. "...My chest hurts for some reason. It's been hurting a lot lately," his lips curled into a frown, blinking slowly.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

"Why, cutie, as a birthday present, of course! All sweethearts deserve something nice for their birthdays, and I'd say you've satisfied the burden of sweetheart-ism!" Kokichi giggles, showing off his typically more playful, clown-like personality.

His brows furrowed. "Birthday present? I've...never heard of that. Um...I suppose I'd just want cuddles, I miss when Kaito gave me those. He doesn't reward me anymore, though..." He whispered sadly, hugging himself. "...C-Could you teach teach me how to wash my hair some time?"

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"That's understandable. I can only give you my own experience with my son. He's a cute, sweet baby, but he was conceived through... uh... non-consensual means, to be precise," he says softly, twisting a strand of his hair around his fingers nervously. "I won't force you to, hun. I have a kid, too, y'know. I could never imagine getting rid of him. If you want to keep it if you are, that's completely your choice. I'll help you with him or her, too," he promises, cupping Shuichi's cheeks with his hands. "Happy early birthday~. Any specific thing you'd want?"

"...Wh-What do you mean 'any specific thing I'd want'? I-It's my birthday, K-Ko...Why would I w-want anything for that?" His head tilted into the touch, blinking slowly, almost catlike. He nuzzled into the affection still, breathing softly.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"If it's too warm, let me know. I can turn it down," he says softly, looking Shuichi in his eyes and in his eyes only. Eyes never drift anywhere lower. "It's okay, breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you. You have nothing to fear from me. Maybe you don't believe me yet. But you will eventually. Now, are you willing to step inside? Don't worry, I'm not looking at your intimate areas. I'm not that kind of guy," he assures his friend. Then Kokichi nodded at Shuichi's words. "I know, Hun. Wanna tell me what you're nervous about?"

He nodded gently as he stepped inside, stiffening at the temperature difference before relaxing. "K-Kaito's been trying to get me pregnant ever since I said I was okay with..y-you know, for the first time. E-Even after I said I'm not f-fond of the idea of having kids so early in our relationship." He started, glancing down. "But...I've f-felt weird ever since around a week s-since our last time, and I-I'm just scared. If I am..p-pregnant, I don't w-want to get an abortion if I'm honest. I-I just...am nervous, since even th-though I've always wanted k-kids...It's d-daunting?" The boy sighed shakily, sniffling. "A-Anyways..My b-birthday is in a few days." It was clear he didn't like that topic, changing it as soon as possible to something less uncomfortable.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"It's something that smushes down your breasts so it doesn't look like you have any. I wear one all the time. But they're not good to sleep in. That's why at night, baggy clothes that often disguise or hide your feminine features, which is why I tend to wear the clothes I wear," Kokichi answers turning without looking at Shuichi at all and then turns on the water. "Does this feel okay?" It was warm, but not hot yet. He figures his tolerance to temperatures must be more sensitive given how malnourished he is. But that's a double-edged sword, as he could easily find it too cold.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

Kokichi enters the restroom again and nods, smiling gently at Shuichi. "Hello again, Treasure. I brought you some suuuuper oversized clothes, so they'll be nice and baggy on you. Loose, so you can sleep without a binder and without feeling dysphoric over your chest," he says softly, setting down the fluffy-looking clothes in the sink. "Alright. You should probably undress, yeah? I'll turn around for you," he promises, turning around as he said.

"O-Okay! Um...Wh-What's a binder?" He asked, scratching against his back as he tried to take off his shirt, slowly undressing before gulping loudly. "A-And...I'm r-ready." His hands quickly moved to cover his delicates, staring down at the ground. He had a..very feminine figure under the clothes he wore, no wonder he was so dysphoric.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Trans, or transgender, means you were born one gender, male or female, and chose to become the other, or at the very least, to match your body to that gender. You can still identify as non-binary or genderfluid, for example. I'll explain all of it with time," he promises. "If you're more comfortable like that, you can look at my scars. They're not pretty, but they don't make me ugly. I think it's the same of you. No matter what's underneath the fabric, every part of you with always be gorgeous to me, Saihara-Chan. And in your heart, you know if you're a girl or not. What you were born as doesn't mean you're a girl. Rather, if you feel like a girl, then you maybe one. If you feel like a boy, the way I do, then you maybe a boy. Or if you feel like both, maybe you're genderfluid. If you feel like neither, then you could be non-binary. It's all up to the person, Hun." He gets Shuichi into the bathroom, then smiling. "Wait here, I'll go grab you a test." He then rushes off, coming back with a small plastic cup and two pregnancy tests. "Here. Figured it'd be better than one in case it's a false negative or false positive. And the cup is in case you want to go that route for method of testing." He then takes Shuichi's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Instructions are on the back, Butterfly. Tell me when you're ready for your bath," he requests.

He stared momentarily, nodding, albeit confused will all that was said. Yes, he did indeed feel as if he were male, but was it really that simple? His head shook, shaking the thoughts out as he quickly took the tests, gently setting them on the counter as he re-adjusted his shorts. "O-Ouma-kun? I-I took them! Wh-What do I do now? Should I-I be ready for my, u-um...bath o-or whatever?"

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Alright. I'm more than happy to help you, Shuichi," he states firmly, yet softly, so as not to make Shuichi think he's a burden. "I know, Hun. I'm trans, too. Relax, you're okay." He then gently takes Shuichi's hand and leads him to a bathroom, listening to Shuichi speaks and feeling his heart pang. "Shuichi... Nothing under your clothes will be ugly to me. You'll never be ugly to me. You're beautiful regardless. It's just going to make me hate Kaito for harming you, Precious," he says.

"What's trans?" He asked innocently, brows furrowing. "A-And I promise I really a-am ugly. Kaito told me I'm h-hard to look at when I'm not wearing the pretty clothes the picks out for me, and th-that he wished a prettier girl would have his babies. D-Did I say he calls me a girl?" His golden eyes stared into purple-haired ones, rubbing his pale arms as he cowered weakly.

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."

"Of course. Here, let me show you to the restroom. You can take the test, and then I can help you get cleaned up. Or you can do it yourself, if you'd like. I just figure getting some help might be nice since you're so weak right now," he recommends. "Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah..Um..Help would be nice." He whispered, shakily standing up. His hands cupped eachother, nose twitching. "Considering you, um, already know...My, um...Secret?" His head tilted, nervously glancing at his small yet visible chest before wrapping his arms around himself. "I-I'm really ugly under all this clothing though, s-so um...Y-Yeah..."

"Um..Okay," he murmured, quickly finishing off what was left of his food and smiling faintly. "Sorry..Oh," he froze, suddenly remembering the rule. "I-I didn't mean to break the rule! Pl-Please forgive me!" His hands shot up to shield his face, terrified at the idea of being hit.

Kokichi only giggles, his own intrinsic sweetness interfering as he gently guides Shuichi's hands away from her face. "Hey, hey... Relax, I won't hurt you. I brought you here to take care of you, remember? Not to assault you. You've got nothing to apologize for," he reassures gently. "Are you still hungry? I've got plenty, if you are," he offers.

The boy gulped, staring nervously. "I-I..." He paused, "I-I'm okay now. I feel oddly, um...full? I suppose...C-Could I take one of those tests now..? I'm g-getting super nervous..."