90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟜 - Matching 💚

Rantaro stood back and stared at the tent he'd finally managed to pitch. That took ages! Someone ran up behind him and shoved the greenette to the side, who watched as Kokichi jumped into the tent and zipped closed the entrance. "Don't come in unless you want to see me naked!" Kokichi's disembodied voice shouted.

Frowning, Rantaro glanced at Shuichi who matched his expression, equally as confused. Turning to the rest of the campground, Rantaro stared at the rest of their friend group who'd joined the three on a trip into the woods.

Iruma and Akamatsu sat at their tents, the former flirting with her wife without shame. Rantaro felt a pang of jealousy at their relationship, but he knew to ignore it. The two women married at 25, whereas the rest of the group, all between 24 and 27, were either single or not up to the engagement stage of their relationship.

Glancing at Harukawa, Rantaro sighed as he noticed her holding a knife to her boyfriend, Momota's, neck. Being a woman who rarely showed emotion unless Momota brought it out of her, she was the type who'd kick your ass by glaring at you. Gokuhara paced the perimeter of the campground, searching for bugs as he always did. The man never spent time inside and, as an entomologist, loved bigs more than anything.

Yonaga, Chabashira and Yumeno decorated their shared tent. Chabashira glared at any male who attempted to approach the three, protecting the red-haired Yumeno by any means necessary. Yonaga seemed to be in her own world, her usual and cheery self as she jumped around, her white pigtails flowing around her shoulders.

"Hey-" Turning behind him, Rantaro noticed Shuichi's blue hair disappear inside the tent, his shout cut off as the tent was re-zipped. What the fuck are you doing now Kokichi? Sighing, Rantaro turned a blind eye and approached the firepit, helping Iruma and Akamatsu as they started to create a ring of rocks.

"Hey, are Shy-hara and Cunt-ma about to fuck or something?" Iruma asked the greenette in her usual, vulgar fashion. She'd developed offensive names for everyone, but would never use the nicknames if someone was genuinely offended by them. Everyone understood her personality, so no one in the friend group cared too much.

"Why? Do you want to watch?" Rantaro joked, feeling the ground shake underneath him as he dropped a rock into the circle. He knew his boyfriends weren't having sex, since Shuichi would never accept when there was a chance that anyone could catch them. Kokichi might've loved to tease people, but wouldn't do anything to hurt the two. Iruma seemed to catch on as she groaned and continued to finish the rock circle.

"I have a lighter to make the fire," Akamatsu revealed, pulling the object in question from her pants pocket.

"Thank God, I didn't feel like sitting here and rubbing sticks for hours," Rantaro laughed. He watched as Akamatsu set fire to a small stick, placing it into the pyramid of firewood they'd collected earlier.

"Saihara, Ouma, what are you wearing?" Kiibo asked as he entered the campground, having gone on the hunt for a surplus of firewood in case of emergency. Glancing towards his tent, Rantaro's eyes widened in surprise as Kokichi and Shuichi had changed into matching dresses. Shuichi tugged at the dress that flowed mid-way down his thighs, the spaghetti-strap clothing rarely seen on him in public. On the other hand, Kokichi seemed perfectly fine in his outfit, the male confident under the gaze of their friends.

"What...?" Rantaro asked the male, his right brow furrowing.

"I thought it'd be cute for us to match!" Kokichi replied with a grin. Rantaro realised the dresses matched his blue-grey, striped shirt. That's why he forced me to wear this.

"Come on Amami, you should get a dress on too!" Iruma cheered, her eyes sparkling with a questionable emotion.

"No way," Rantaro chuckled, drawing out his sentence. He'd tried wearing dresses before since Kokichi wore dresses and skirts often, so he thought it'd be worth a try. Unfortunately, he didn't feel comfortable in them and believed they didn't suit his muscular build, so he decided to stick to jeans and shirts. Some things just aren't meant to be.

The rest of the group ignored the fiasco, returning to their missions as Rantaro stared at the flickering flames, brightening the grass as the sky dimmed to match the colour of the blaze. "Hey," Shuichi smiled, taking care of his outfit as he sat beside his boyfriend, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Are you alright wearing that in front of everyone? I know you like to be more covered up in public," Rantaro whispered.

"It's fine, at least I know everyone here won't judge me," Shuichi muttered. "I don't have a choice anyway, Kokichi took all of my clothes and hid them somewhere, so now I have to wear this."

"You can always wear my clothes if you need to, but it doesn't matter as long as you're comfortable. We expected Kokichi to do something like this, didn't we?" Rantaro chuckled, wrapping an arm around Shuichi who continued to hold down the hem of his dress. "You look beautiful anyway."

"Sorry you two, not to eavesdrop, but I agree with Amami! You look amazing Shuichi!" Akamatsu grinned, her eyes sparkling in adoration.

"You guys..." Shuichi groaned, burying his pink face into his hands.

"Psst, if you get cold, we can share a sleeping bag," Rantaro whispered, covering his mouth so Iruma wouldn't make any risque comments.

"Got ya!" Kokichi shouted from behind the two, shoving a ring of sorts into Rantaro's curly green hair. Reaching up, Rantaro felt small flowers intertwined together hiding amongst his hair. Taking off the accessory, he stared at the white and yellow flowers that Kokichi had expertly woven into a flower crown. Returning the crown to his head, Rantaro turned to see Kokichi grinning, placing identical flower crowns onto Shuichi's head as well as his own.

Rantaro and Shuichi stared at each other, smiling as Kokichi ran away to bother the others. "This is going to be a wild fucking trip," Rantaro sighed.

"Agreed."