#toujo

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Himiko learns to make sweets!

Creative rarepair - one that I liked more the longer I thought about it…

who’s the cuddler: I think Kirumi is, but she’s keeping it close to the chest. It’s not like she gets a lot of affection in her usual daily life. She covers well for her need for physical affection, constantly reminding herself to not think of her own needs. “Selfless devotion” and all that. When the opportunity arises, however, she is right there to snuggle.

who makes the bed: Naturally, that would be Kirumi. Old habits die hard.

who wakes up first: Again, even when she’s not being someone’s maid, Kirumi can’t shake the habit of getting up before everyone else in the house.

who has the weird taste in music: Tsumigi’s preference for anime scores and theme songs qualifies as “weird” in some quarters, so I guess it’s her. I sympathize with her taste, though.

who is more protective: Kirumi. She wants Tsumigi to be able to live her life to its fullest potential, and she will do whatever it takes to ensure that.

who sings in the shower: Tsumigi can’t help but sing some of her favorite anime themes or at least hum them in the shower. Kirumi makes it a point to straighten the bedroom outside of the bath during this time; the sound of Tsumigi singing soothes her heart, and she enjoys asking Tsumigi what today’s song choices were once her significant other steps into the room with a towel wrapped around her. (DRV3 SPOILERY LINK AHEAD) A couple of times, however, Kirumi has caught Tsumigi humming and “doot-doo-doo“-ing a tune that she can’t (or won’t?) explain or identify for personal reasons. (END OF DRV3 SPOILERY LINK WARNING.)

who cries during movies: Tsumigi is more prone to it, but  she introduces Kirumi to some films that move the maid just as much. That’s when the two wind up in crying in each other’s arms. Sure, Kirumi attempts to stay stoic most of the time, but she’s no match for something like Grave of the Fireflies.

who spends the most while out shopping: Tsumigi. Cosplay is an expensive habit, and Kirumi is more experienced at making the most of whatever resources she has available.

who kisses more roughly: Tsumigi likes occasionally asking Kirumi if she’d enjoy a really intense kiss. Kirumi smiles, unable to hide her excitement before diving in. So Kirumi gets to the one who delivers it most of the time. Tsumigi only gets rough when she’s cosplaying and embodying an appropriate character for such behavior.

who is more dominant: I once again have to assume this is about sexytimes. In which case: Kirumi always asks Tsumigi who should be in control tonight. Tsumigi almost always chooses to let Kirumi take charge, though; she loves that.

Wellllll, who am I to pass up an opportunity to write about my favorite character? I think I’ll make this a little shorter than what I’m used to since y stuff tends to drag on.

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Kokichi Bakes Stuff WOO

Kirumi spent plenty of time preparing things in the kitchen for everyone to eat, and would normally mind her own business in the process. She expected everyone to do the same, so she rarely strayed from her routine. 

That is, until a certain boy popped his head in through the kitchen door with wide violet eyes. A signature laugh got her to turn around, sighing.

“Kokichi, is there a problem? Do need my aid?” She asked, keeping her proper poise while wiping her hands on a towel. He shook his head, smiling.

“Whaaaaat, am I not allowed to watch you make our stuff to make sure you don’t poison any of us?” He took a few steps towards her, trying to peek past her dress to see what she was making.

“No, I suppose not,” she nodded, turning back to what she had been… baking? It was only then that he had realized the sweet scent in the air meant she was making something spectacular. He tugged on her sleeve, looking at the little treats that were spread out on a board, garnished with strawberries and peaches.

“Oooooh, what are these? Can I help? Please? Can I? Huh?” He jumped up and down, barely able to contain his excitement. Kirumi paused, considering the possible mischief that he could cause with them. After some careful thought, she smiled a little bit.

“Well… since I will be staying the kitchen for the entire process, I don’t see why I would say no. Please do not use this as a means for pranking everyone else, though. That would most likely not bode well for you.” She led Kokichi to where there were still uncut fruits. He picked up the knife, ready to start cutting recklessly, but Kirumi simply took his hand and with a gentleness he wasn’t used to re-positioned it. He looked up at her with a blank stare before nodding.

“You need to be careful when cutting the strawberries. If you put care into the things you make, it will become apparent in its taste,” Kirumi explained, guiding his hands slowly as the first strawberry was cut. He wouldn’t dare admit that he was enjoying being watched and supervised, but he couldn’t help but hum a tune when he got into the rhythm of it.

When she figured that Kokichi had gotten the hang of cutting the fruit, Kirumi returned to a board where she started rolling out dough for the next batch. Kokichi finished cutting the strawberries to thin slices, and walked over to Kirumi. She handed him a circular dough-cutter, tasking him with making as many circles as he could in order to not waste the dough. She could have sworn that he stuck out his tongue the tiniest bit as he focused on it. He yelled for the maid when he finished, and she got out the still cooling tart tins. They both filled all the holes, cutting the excess dough as they went along.

Once they put the shells in the oven, Kirumi brought out some apricot jam to heat up in a small saucepan, stirring it around and waiting for it to liquify. During the process, she let herself wonder about what had possibly gotten into Kokichi to make him want to help out. Surely it was a boring process for someone as mischievous as himself, making it hard to wrap her head around. She almost didn’t realize that she had finished making the glaze until Kokichi let out a cough.

“Wow, even the ultimate maid can get her head stuck in the clouds! You had this face that people get when they’re trying to figure out a way through their existential crisis.” He snickered, taking the shells out of the oven. The golden brown color was a good indicator that he had been carefully keeping an eye on them. Kirumi nodded, a small grin on her lips.

“Well, I suppose I am simply not used to having a helper in the kitchen. It’s quite nice, and not very like you.” She was going to grab spoons to start fillinf the tart shells, when Kokichi mumbled quietly.

“I guess it isn’t, huh.”

Kirumi wondered if she should comment on his words, but decided against it. She wasn’t going to let the boy’s odd act of sincerity go to waste. The only hint she gave of recognition was a chuckle as she handed him a spoon and a pat on the shoulder.

After filling all the shells up, Kokichi put on the strawberry and peaches, making the tarts complete. He looked pleased with himself as he washed his hand of the fruit juice, about to leave the kitchen. Before he could, Kirumi put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to freeze.

“It is not like me to ask something like this, but… you wouldn’t care to sample one before they start being handed out, would you?” She grabbed one of the closer ones, holding it out to him. A moment of hesitation was in the air before he took it in his hand, biting into it. His eyes lit up after a few seconds.

“Wow, the texture of this is really interesting! This is so cool!” he exclaimed, talking with his mouth full. Kirumi was going to scold him, but he continued. “After all, I can’t taste things. But this is so warm and flaky! Gotta say, we’ve really outdone ourselves. I’ll be by to bake with you again sometime if Kaito doesn’t kill me beforehand!” Kokichi took his leave, letting Kirumi ruminate on the information given to her.

“… So he can’t taste a thing, yet he still made these.” She shook her head, deciding not to think too much about it. When she went to serve the others, Kokichi wasn’t present for it. She guessed that he decided he didn’t want the credit for his work, but still let people know that someone they would have least expected help with it.

And in her mind…

While I know this is late a day, I got sorta busy and distracted yesterday. Don’t worry though, I have a few headcanons for Kokichi’s birthday!

It’s super sweet that you’re interested though, gotta say.

Supreme Leaders and Birthdays are a Great Mix

-First off? So many streamers. He wants all the streamers and confetti. He wants it to be a big celebration that’s colorful and exciting. If he can make it as extravagant as possible, he will. Or at least, that’s what it’s like outside of the killing game for him.

-He’s used to spending his birthdays with DICE, and won’t admit he feels a bit lonely having to celebrate without them. He’d probably have Gonta run around with him in celebration, but wouldn’t expect anyone else to. He knows his reputation, and understands that no one would want to party with him.

-Considering how he wouldn’t think anyone would hang with him, he probably would’ve avoided telling anyone else much to everyone’s surprise. The one moment that he would be apart from Gonta would be when Gonta tells everyone that it’s Kokichi’s birthday, to which no one has a response besides Kirumi, who wonders why no one had informed her.

-Before Gonta could say something, he would be whisked away by Kokichi to go find lots of Panta to drink together.

-Eventually, Kokichi would send Gonta away so he could find somewhere quiet to lay while looking up, thinking about all the past birthdays DICE had made so fun, and wish he could spend another one with them instead of in the killing game all alone.

-When he finally went back towards the dorms, Kaito would stop him and carry him to the dining hall while he panicked. He was pounding on Kaito’s back, but he was too weak to have any effective hits. Kaito simply grumbled something about the smaller boy being too stubborn sometimes before setting him down in the dining hall.

-With everyone else there, smiling… at him. Wishing him a happy birthday.

-Tsumugi said something about knowing that the bandana he wore seemed pretty important, and he realized everyone else was wearing one. She had made them within the few hours Gonta had informed them all. Everything was bright and the colors- the colors! His eyes widened like a child at all the decorations that were put up for his sake.

-His mind recalled the first time DICE did this for him, with just as much love and effort put into everything. He remembered their smiles as they all wished him a happy birthday before showing him the cake-

-The cake.

-Kirumi had just pulled a cake from the kitchen with a smile, and it was decorated with purple edible flowers. The letters on the cake were so perfect, and Kokichi felt himself practically gravitating towards it.

-He didn’t know if he had felt safe with these people before, but… maybe he could trust them.

-For now, he would smile, more genuinely than normal, and thank everyone with some possibly real tears pricking his eyes.