I am trying to live my boring life

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Kaede Akamatsu

Rantaro Amami

Shuichi Saihara

Kirumi Tojo

Ryoma Hoshi

Himiko Yumeno

Korekiyo Shinguji

Tenko Chabashira

Angie Yonaga

Gonta Gokuhara

Miu Iruma

Maki Harukawa

Kaito Momota

Kokichi Ouma

Kiibo

Tsumugi Shirogane

Shuichi Saihara (Hat)

can’t BELIEVE Ouma watched dcmk and loved the idea of kaitou kid and the detective/thief dynamic then meets an irl highschool detective, falls in love with him, and fantasizes about being a phantom thief himself and kissing said detective under the moonlight 

ITS TIME FOR SEROTONIN

I took a small break from the MM!Protragonist AU and drew some good old fashion Saiouma. I don’t technically consider these sketches as an AU...

Y E S

WHEN I TELL YOU I DREW SO FAST--

LOOK AT THEM- JUST SHOPPING TOGETHER AFTER SCHOOL- THAT'S SO SWEET 😭😭😭😭

So i think- No, i BET Shuichi always know when some new mercancy arrives so he always asks Kokichi to go out with him, and ofc, Koko is more than happy with that (u simp)

And also i think Koko started danganronpa out of pure curiosity, bc he saw how excited Shu is when he sees something of danganronpa. He didn't like it very much but he sees it entertaining. U SIMP.

So, Shuichi has this desease called protagonist desease, meaning that hE'S FUCKING DENSE SHU PLEASE, HE'S INDIRECTLY SAYING THAT HE LOVES YOU- 😭😭😭

Chile anyways-

Pls ignore that the flower looks like a lily- no it isn't- a single lily means disgrace- so it isn't- of course not- 🏃🏃🏃🏃

And and and i think- that when one of them is sad, The other doesn't know what to do- (More Kokichi than Shuichi, it's harder on Koko)

'Cause you know, The touch makes them a little uncomfortable- so the hugs are very akward lmao kALLSOAÑALSLDL

Well they do like hugging eachother anyways, Makes them feel safe. Just them tho. ☝🏻

They're very different but at the same way they are a lot alike. That's why they like each other maybe.

But one day, he gets the courage to change without hiding thanks to Momota, and for a moment everyone in the boys locker room is stunned speachless.

First off- he looks strong as fuck- Second off, he has this beauiful shouder tattoo that saddly gets hidden when he puts his t-shit on.

they all just •0•

“Your…” Shuuichi hesitated, realizing that Kokichi had never spoken much truth of his life before the plane crash to even him, “Your organization, whoever they are,” he tried, voice quiet and unsure, “They’re probably doing the same… looking at the sky and all, I mean.”

The detective tried not to physically cringe at how scrambled his words had come out. How had Kokichi managed to say something so poetic so easily only to have Shuuichi try to return it completely and utterly butchered like that?

“Maybe,” Kokichi muttered beside him, but Shuuichi didn’t dare look over to him, even as he felt the smaller boy’s gaze being turned to him, fearing that his embarrassment over the poorly delivered reassurance would be too obvious if he did. “It doesn’t matter, though, I already know that the person I want to share this view with the most is already watching.”

- Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash, Chapter 24 by Callidior

So here’s a tickle fic that absolutely no one asked for, but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Oh well. Feel free to tell me what you think!

inspired by this post that I absolutely love by @chaseshka

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“Good morning, my beloved Saihara!”

Shuichi had a terrible idea. Terrible? Curious? Strange? He wasn’t really thinking about the adjectives. Kokichi greeted him with terms of endearment on a regular basis, and while Shuichi didn’t know why, one certain thought was starting to poke at the back of his mind, and he felt a nerve to test it.

“Good morning, my beloved Ouma,” Shuichi responded, the smallest of smiles on his face. He dared, just slightly, to imitate the subtly smug expression Kokichi had shown him so often.

Kokichi froze. Right on the spot, he only stood there, his mouth hanging just slightly open. He blinked a single time before disappearing so quickly he may as well have teleported, not another word.

This was it. Shuichi had won every war to come. Shuichi one, Kokichi zero. At least, this was what he wanted to think. It couldn’t have been that simple–no, not with that inkling that soon appeared in his head and told him it wasn’t over.

Wasn’t over how, he asked himself. No, Kokichi wouldn’t give up that easily. Was that what it was? No, not that either. Shuichi wasn’t done. He didn’t feel done. Kokichi leaving him alone was anticlimactic. Why would Kokichi give up so easily, anyway?

Shuichi was definitely overthinking all of this. Kokichi disappeared one time, but now that Shuichi had finally gotten rid of him, he wanted to know why that worked. Maybe this was what really made him a detective.

Another tiny thought tried to urge him towards considering that he wanted to see if he could insinuate more of a reaction from Kokichi than just a poker face, but Shuichi didn’t really want to listen to that one.

“Ouma, you really freaked me out at breakfast when you ran away like that,” Shuichi told him later after slaving over tracking him down for about an hour. “Why did you run away?” Maybe Shuichi was already playing with fire, trying to lie to the resident compulsive liar. Freaked out? He wouldn’t exactly describe it anything like that.

“Ah, Saihara!” Kokichi chirped, clearly having hit the reset button on his feelings already. “I had to pee. You weren’t worried about me, were you?”

“Well… of course I was,” Shuichi replied. Oh, he was on fire now. His heart was already pounding hard enough that he could almost feel his blood circulating. “You completely disappeared out of nowhere.”

“Or maybe you were suspicious of me?” Kokichi asked instead, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re a terrible liar, Saihara.”

“Or maybe I just wanted to see you,” Shuichi told him instead. Huh, something felt satisfying about that.

Kokichi’s grin grew into something otherworldly. Shuichi felt a wave of absolute terror, unsure of what to make of this. This wasn’t a horrible idea, right?

“Saihara, Saihara, Saihara,” Kokichi cooed, walking towards the detective until his back hit a wall. Even though he personally towered over Kokichi, the threat emanating off his person was incomprehensible. “You really want to play my own game against me, don’t you? You’re so adorable.”

Heat rushed to Shuichi’s face. Fight, or surrender? Shuichi was fairly used to being more passive and backing down in situations like this, but Kokichi, god, Kokichi–he was so curious.

“You weren’t expecting that, were you?” Shuichi asked him.

Kokichi let out a hum. His shadowed grin fell into a smirk that sent a chill down Shuichi’s spine. “Then again, I love games,” the supreme leader said. “Do you think you can outplay me, Saihara?”

Shuichi’s instincts were telling him otherwise, but the offer was so strangely tempting. Ignoring his anxious mind and sweating palms, he stood his ground. “Well, I haven’t run away so far, unlike you. Maybe I can,” he said.

“Ouch,” Kokichi said, pouting. “You’re so mean!” He broke into giggles. Shuichi noted that there was still very little distance between them, and his back was still against the wall. “You’re in for a whole new world of hell, my beloved Saihara. I simply… cannot wait to tear you apart.”

Shuichi’s heart skipped for a reason that he couldn’t articulate. Was he terrified? Yes, absolutely. Was he getting closer and closer to caring just a bit less? Maybe. There was something about Kokichi that made Shuichi less scared of the ideas spinning in his head, including the stupid one that was floating around at the moment.

“Hey, Ouma?”

“What is it?”

Shuichi leaned down, cupping Kokichi’s cheek with one hand and laying a gentle kiss on the opposite side. “You’re on,” he uttered.

Kokichi’s face went completely blank again. If Shuichi wasn’t mistaken, his eyes were even slightly wide. Backing away, Shuichi turned to leave, unable to help displaying the slightest of smiles on his face.

Prompt:  “Saihara pushes Ouma to confess the feeling is mutual, thinking Ouma won’t run away since it’s raining, but Ouma does run.” It’s gay. 

The rain patters against the window of the classroom as Shuuichi goes through his notes. Most of his classmates have long since left, either walking back to their dorms in the rain or to their clubs, but he stays right here, content to study in the peace and quiet of the empty classroom. A scribble, a scratch—no, that’s wrong—he flips the pencil over to erase the marks he made. The door to the classroom creaks open quietly. The person who entered probably thinks they’re being sneaky, but he pays it no mind. He rewords his answer, ignoring the sound of a chair being pulled up to his desk.

As he finishes his sentence he’s greeted with a “Yo, Saihara-chan!” He was expecting this. Shuuichi looks up from his assignment unsurprised to see Ouma-kun taking his seat. Backwards. How much time is he spending with Amami-kun? He squints at the page on Shuuichi’s desk and sticks his tongue out in disgust. “Really, you’re studying again? Booooring.”

“What did you think I was doing?” Shuuichi replies, not looking up from his unfinished question. The pencil scratches softly against the page.