"don't struggle." pg ousai fic.

"you're welcome."

   once koishi had finished cleaning kagehara, he'd swiftly gone to his closet to pick out some clothes for the bluenette that was still obediently sitting on the closed toilet.

   he came back after a minute, holding space-themed pajamas for kagehara to wear. "thanks..." he took the pajamas from the purplenette's hold, getting a quick glance of that same disgusting smile plastered onto koishi's face.

   "you're welcome." the purplenette replied, a wide grin on his face.

   he just looked at him in disgust and quickly put on the clothing provided to him by his kidnapper - easily getting picked up by the purplenette seconds after. and now, he was back at the bed that had been partially covered by his blood.

   'how long am I gonna be here?' the bluenette asked himself as his feet were being tied to the bed once more. "here." koishi had suddenly thrown a game controller at him, still not seeming to care about how many times kagehara had made his absolute disgust visible.

   "huh- wh-?" kagehara looked at the purplenette that seemed to be setting up the tv that was horribly placed, sitting at nearly the middle of koishi's room. "don't you wanna play danganronpa while you wait?"

   'danganronpa?' he genuinely didn't think koishi would be the type to actually keep a danganronpa game rather than throwing it out after playing the first chapter.

   as the game was starting up - with kagehara staring at it all too intently - the purplenette was leaving the room. "where are you going?" he blurted out, once again, getting a bland look. "dinner."

   dinner? is he gonna cook for the bluenette or is he just gonna cook for himself? well, whichever it is, he doesn't care - so he just shrugged it off and put his focus back on the screen, opening up a new game.

   koishi smiled at him, sadly not getting the bluenette's attention. after this upsetting realisation, he left the room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

   koishi headed towards the kitchen, not really knowing what he'll be cooking. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head. 'kagehara likes parmesan chicken wings' (that's delicious, trust me.)

   he then thoroughly looked for the ingredients all over the kitchen, managing to get them. 'I hope he'll thank me again.' he proceeded to cook for his beloved bluenette, not seeming to mind that kagehara may or may not try and escape.

   after a while of preparing food for his victim, he went upstairs with the food, surprised to see kagehara still sitting on the bed - playing danganronpa. koishi only really had the first game so he thought that the bluenette would've gotten bored after a while and find an escape route.

   "eat." the purplenette bluntly said to his victim, an emotionless look on his face. he handed him the food, earning a slightly shocked look. 'will he thank me again?' koishi blushed at the thought, he was being too greedy-

   "thanks."

   he hugged the bluenette tightly right after he'd been thanked by him, "you're welcome." kagehara, surprisingly, smiled at him. it was insincere sure but it was still a smile. that's what mattered to koishi most.

   "let me go." he didn't mean to let him leave the house, just to stop hugging him. the purplenette knew this, so he complied, letting the bluenette out of his hold and allowing him to eat his food.

   koishi was, unsurprisingly, correct. kagehara really did like parmesan chicken wings, the kidnapper had stalked him enough times to know this fact.

   "how did you know?" kagehara already knew. he'd caught the purplenette following him in the way home more than once. he knew koishi would take him one day, so why didn't he resist? did he want it? no, that can't possibly be it.

   "I saw your excited look when your uncle served you some." the purplenette replied without hesitation, staring at the bluenette that was, yet again, tied to his bed. "thank you." kagehara quickly thanked him after he'd finished the food and handed the plate over to koishi.

   “you're welcome, beloved.” it feels as if the bluenette had just choked on air when he heard his kidnapper call him that. “b-beloved...?” his fear of koishi was now back at full force.

   “do you not like the nickname?” the purplenette cocked his head to the side, looking like a kicked puppy. once again, kagehara was too scared to find out what'd happen if he said no. “n-no that's not it.., I like the nickname— d-don't worry.” he tried to reassure the shorter male, luckily it worked.

   koishi undoubtedly knew that his victim was lying to him. he knew the bluenette didn't like the nickname, he didn't like anything the purplenette had done for him so far, excluding the chicken wings. “yay.” but he was glad kagehara didn't wanna hurt his feelings.

   well, that's were koishi was wrong. the bluenette didn't do it so he wouldn't hurt his kidnapper's feelings, kagehara just didn't want himself to get inevitably get hurt. “I'm sorry.” the victim suddenly blurted out.

   “it's no problem.” koishi dived in for another kiss. luckily, his beloved didn't refuse yet still not reciprocating. this angered the purplenette, so he pulled away, “why won't you kiss back?” he set the plate on the bed, pushing kagehara onto it as well.

   “w-wha—” koishi had harshly gripped his hair, seemingly having no mercy for the taller male below him “kiss back, please.” the purplenette gave hom the best puppy eyes he could manage, kagehara surprisingly succumbing to his kidnapper once more.

   “I-I'll kiss back, please l-let go of my hair—” koishi leaned in for another kiss — and true to his word, the bluenette reciprocated. the purplenette pulled away once more. “I love you.”

   and out of fear, “I-I love you too, k-koishi...” he replied with a shaky smile on his face.

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   i could've added non-consensual smut if i were messed up enough but...my writing skills said no👍