90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟚 - Princess 💚

Rantaro sighed as his eyes pushed open, the male noticing a weight on his chest. He glanced to his side, noticing Shuichi gripping his arm in his sleep. The weight on his chest turned out to be Kokichi, wrapped around his body as the three slept. Well, that's what Rantaro thought they were doing. "Boo! Happy birthday, babe!"

Yelping, Rantaro shoved Kokichi away from him and jumped into a seated position, adrenaline waking him up in an instant. "Holy fuck Kokichi don't fucking do that!" Rantaro sighed, attempting to catch his breath as Kokichi burst into a fit of laughter.

"Good morning to you too," Shuichi sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. Once Rantaro calmed down, he noticed banners replacing the flowers around the bedroom that Kokichi had strung about the walls and ceiling with Harukawa's help.

"Thanks for this Kichi, but I already said I'm not celebrating my birthday," Rantaro sighed. I hope he hasn't done anything too drastic. He'd never celebrated his birthday when he was growing up due to being the oldest of thirteen children. "We're not having a party or anything."

"I know, I know, but we still need to celebrate our princess's birthday!" Kokichi whined.

"Princess?" Rantaro frowned.

"Well, at least I'm not the princess anymore," Shuichi smirked. Ever since he wore the pale yellow ballgown, Kokichi had been referring to Shuichi as a princess to tease the bluenette, but only in private.

"You're still my princess," Rantaro smirked, planting a kiss on Shuichi's soft lips.

"Ew, that's gay," Kokichi chuckled from beside them. "It's birthday kiss time!" Jumping on Rantaro, Kokichi wrapped his arm's around the taller's neck, locking their lips in a passionate, deep kiss. As the two pulled apart, Rantaro chuckled.

"You know, what you did was even gayer," Shuichi pointed out to the childish adult.

"It's not gay to give the homies a birthday kiss!" Kokichi gasped, holding a hand over his heart in mock offence.

"Oh, so we're just homies now? I guess since you don't wear socks, we can't cuddle every night anymore," Rantaro smirked.

"No!" Kokichi whined, clinging to Rantaro like a child going to kindergarten for the first time.

"Hey, Taro, close your eyes," Shuichi ordered as he searched inside the closet for something. Rantaro hummed in agreement, shutting his eyes as he rubbed circles on Kokichi's back, the purplette resting his head on the hunter's shoulder. "Open!" Opening his eyes, Rantaro glimpsed a small crown in Shuichi's hands as he placed it atop his head.

"A... Crown?" Rantaro frowned, reaching up to gingerly touch the plastic accessory.

"For our princess," Shuichi smirked as he gripped the back of Rantaro's green hair, tilting his head and sharing a deep kiss.

"What's next? A poofy ballgown?" Rantaro asked, taking a deep breath to catch what he'd lost during the kiss. Noticing the malicious grins forming on his boyfriends' faces, Rantaro sighed as he realised his mistake. "Oh, shit..."

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Rantaro stared at himself in shock in the full-length mirror. Both of his boyfriends had successfully forced him into a pink ballgown, fitted with white trim and petticoat. Although he wasn't a fan of his appearance, Shuichi and Kokichi seemed enamoured by it. His muscles that'd formed as a side-effect from his job contrasted the dainty clothing, the crown atop his head sinking into his fluffy, freshly brushed hair.

"How'd you know my size? This fits perfectly," Rantaro muttered, pivoting to see every angle of his body.

"I may or may not have asked Shirogane to make this for you," Kokichi smirked.

"That doesn't explain how this fits so well, she doesn't... She shouldn't have my measurements," Rantaro frowned. Glancing at the purplette in the mirror, Rantaro put the pieces of the puzzle together at Kokichi's maniacal grin. "Unless you did something?"

"I might have taken your measurements when you were sleeping. You need to be careful who makes your food, 'Mami," Kokichi chuckled. Rolling his eyes, Rantaro smiled, turning and leaning forward to kiss both of his boyfriends.

"As concerning as that is, I didn't expect anything else from you Ko," Rantaro smirked.

"Gasp, rude!" Kokichi whined, crocodile tears pricking his eyes, evolving into tears as the male bawled.

"Did you just say gasp out loud?" Shuichi asked.

"Yeah, so what?" Kokichi replied, no hint of his previous burst of emotion remaining. Neither Rantaro nor Shuichi were concerned, as they knew the guitarist faked his emotions often.

"Can I take this off now? You have your blackmail," Rantaro sighed, playing with the skirt of his gown.

"No way! You're wearing that for the entire day!" Kokichi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a toddler bordering on a tantrum.

"That's a bit mean, don't you think? He's never worn an outfit like this before, it'll take some getting used to," Shuichi defended the greenette.

"At least I'm not pulling a gun on him!" Kokichi laughed.

"Which I still don't understand why you did that in front of our friends," Shuichi muttered. "Come on, it's Rantaro's birthday, he should have the final say."

"Nope!" Kokichi chuckled, skipping around the perimeter of Rantaro's chest.

"It's fine Shu, I'll get used to this," Rantaro smiled. Anything to make them happy. Plus, this isn't so bad, it's not like Kokichi would end up sending off those images. He mightn't have even taken photos in the first place, it could've been a farce.

Rantaro left the bedroom, struggling to descend the staircase, Shuichi helping him at his side. Finally, the greenette reached the bottom of the stairs, finding it easier to traverse level ground as he walked around the home. "Are you starting to get the hang of it?" Shuichi asked, keeping close to Rantaro in case he fell.

"Yeah, this isn't so bad after a little bit," Rantaro smiled. "Don't get used to it though, this isn't my thing," he sighed.

"It's fine, just humour Kokichi for today, okay?"

"As always," Rantaro chuckled, glancing at the male peeking at them from around the corner. As the three continued to lollygag about, the doorbell chimed throughout the home.

"That'll be the pizza!" Kokichi shouted, rushing to the front door. Pizza? It's not even midday... Entering the living room so the pizza delivery person wouldn't see him, Rantaro noticed Shuichi's outstretched hand extended in front of him.

"Care for a dance?" Shuichi chuckled.

"Why not?" Rantaro replied, placing a hand on Shuichi's shoulder and the other on his hip. As the two swayed around the room, Rantaro heard a camera shutter click, startling him as he tripped over Shuichi's foot.

"Wow, I didn't expect this today!" Rantaro's eyes widened at the familiar voice as his head snapped towards the archway leading into the living room. Twin sisters Sumomo and Sakura stood side-by-side, the latter with her phone in her hand, aimed at her brother.

"Hehe, I lied, I didn't order pizza!" Kokichi chimed in from behind the green-haired women. Rantaro's cheeks blushed red as he stared at his sisters. The twins were the eldest females out of his twelve younger sisters, only a few years younger than him.

"Uh, h-hi you two..." Rantaro chuckled, waving to the woman. How the fuck am I going to explain this one?