"don't struggle." pg ousai fic.

"not allowed."

   to say that koishi wasn't happy with what the bluenette just said is the biggest understatement, ever. kagehara's asking to hang out with other people? that's against the rules the purplenette has written in his notebook, he can't allow him to go out with others.

   “absolutely not. you're staying in this house, and you're talking to me only, no one else.”

   “w—but...i-it's boring......I have nothing to do and—”

   “well, why didn't you just say so?” the shorter male cut him off then walked to his closet, rummaging through endless amounts of clothing and board games — after around 2 minutes, the boy threw something at the victim's direction. his phone.

   “ah— kai, are you sure...? I might—”

   “do something I don't like? don't worry, I'll be watching over you at all times, so don't concern yourself with that, okay?”

   “o-oh..! uhm— quick question, what am I allowed to do-?”

   “well, since you said you were bored, you can talk to friends over the phone!!! but, you're not allowed to tell them about what I did and if you do, you will recieve punishment.”

   not wanting to pry any further due to immense fear of the boy, the bluenette just opened his instagram to check on their classmates posts. just like he said he would, the purplenette sat next to kagehara and looked over at his screen, making sure he doesn't do anything....displeasing to the purplenette.

   though, all he was really doing was checking out people's stories and liking posts about danganronpa, nothing out of the ordinary for the boy.

   “would you like some waffles?” the shorter male suddenly asked out of the blue, startling the other boy. “u-uh— sure! can I— uhm, help...?” the bluenette offered, a shaky smile on his face, “ofcourse you can help, beloved.” koishi took the phone and placed it on the nightstand.

   “we should get you into proper clothing, though.” the purplenette noted, going back to the closet to pick out one of the maid dresses he thought would fit the other boy. approaching the bluenette once more, he took off kagehara's clothes and slipped him in the maid dress.

   'so cute — and better yet, he's mine!!! just how lucky am I?' the purplenette thought to himself as he got the taller male on his feet. “don't burn anything!” koishi reminded, leading him out the room and towards the kitchen.

   arriving to the kitchen, they started taking out the ingredients. well, kagehara did, atleast. eggs, flour, butter, etc. you know the drill. “kai, is it alright if I put in some sugar..?” the boy nervously asked the other as he looked through the pantry a bit more. “ofcourse!! anything you'd like. poison being the only exception.”

   the bluenette giggled a bit in response, taking hold of the sugar and giving it to the shorter male. “your giggle is adorable.” the purplenette complimented, “I wanna hear it more.” he added after seeing a slight blush on the boy's face. “w— uh—” stammering over his words, he couldn't form a proper response — but koishi knew what he was trying to say, he always does.

   after finishing making the waffle mix, he headed towards the waffle maker — bowl of waffle mix in hand — and poured some of it in. “it smells nice.” the bluenette said, turning on the waffle maker and closing it. “we should try baking more.” he suggested to the purplenette.

   “anything for you, my beloved.”

   says the one who's trying to isolate him and force him to only love the shorter male. hm, does koishi actually love him or is kagehara just an object to him? something you have to keep to yourself – something to hurt.

   “kai, y-you love me, right....?”

   “ofcourse.”

   the purplenette walked towards the taller male, hugging him from behind. “I always have.” a true statement, actually – when the bluenette started talking to him, he'd almost instantly fell inlove. or rather, no longer felt like an empty husk.

   “you're a blessing.” his hands wandered around his victim's torso, leaving no place untouched. “but you liked amami, didn't you?” the bluenette gulped, 'is he gonna punish me somehow? also how did—' stupid, ofcourse koishi would know.

   give the purplenette the title 'most professional stalker' in the guinness world records, he knew everything kagehara liked. even the littlest of details. favourite brand of toothpaste, dog breed he's most fond of, retro video games.

   those details are barely even 1% of all that koishi knew — certainly not a boy you should underestimate. “that's not allowed, you know.” he said in a scarily gentle tone — suddenly, a click was heard. he swiftly looked to see what it was and started trembling in fear when he noticed the shorter male holding a lighter.

   “w-what are you—”

   “people who break the rules deserve punishment. this will be yours.”

   koishi held it up against the bluenette's hands, “w-wait please—!” he didn't listen to him, instead holding the taller male in place as he burned his skin. the boy tried to wriggle out of his hold, but it was pointless. it stung — real bad. it felt like a needle was being stuck into him, past the skin.

   “I— k-kai—!” tears ran down his cheeks, the burning sensation only worsening. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—” he apologized over and over, only making the purplenette prolong his punishment. “please—” he choked a sob, why does kagehara always anger the other boy?

   koishi turned the bluenette around then sat him down on the floor, turning off the lighter and pulling out his boxcutter. ah, the thing that led the victim to complete madness. the shorter male pulled down the dress, almost undressing him — he wanted to, but he decided what he was about to do would teach kagehara the lesson well enough.

   he then dragged the boxcutter down his abdomen, leaving quite the large wound. it wasn't deep really as deep as you'd expect, but it still very much hurt like a bitch.

   “k— kai I— I'm sorry p-please—”

   his begging was feeding the purplenette's sadistic tendencies, but.. “alright.” he quickly ran to his bathroom, taking the medkit he'd kept just in case. after taking what he needed, he went back to kagehara who was oddly quiet. but koishi didn't mind, in fact, he was thankful the bluenette was silent.

   “I'm back.” he sat down infront of the injured male, picking up all he needed. well, not all. he'd run out of bandages — he doesn't remember using those at all but he decided to think nothing of it, putting his focus on the wounded boy.

   he aided the bluenette quickly, soon taking off his own shirt to wrap it around kagehara's wound. “are you alright now?” not wanting to possibly get punished again, the taller male nodded, giving the purplenette a shaky smile. “good.” the kidnapper smiled sweetly then kissed the bluenette on his forehead.

   “the waffles are probably burnt by now.”

   oh. right.