90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟛 - Kiss and Make Up 💙

Shuichi grinned to himself as he placed a cup of oil beside the vaseline on the dresser. Kokichi had been running around pranking them like no tomorrow, pulling every trick he could think of, and Shuichi wanted revenge. He had prepared to dump oil on Kokichi whilst he showered and fill the pockets of one of his pairs of pants with vaseline.

"What are you doing?" Rantaro interrogated from behind the male, an accusatory tone mixed in with his question.

"I'm pranking Kokichi, he's going crazy. This is to dump on him in the shower, and this is going inside his pockets," Shuichi grinned, pointing at the containers on the dresser.

"You're evil," Rantaro gasped. "Let me join," he chuckled, replacing his shocked expression with a maniacal grin. "I can wash out the vaseline, my sisters pulled that prank way too often."

"Perfect! I don't want to be too mean, so I was a bit worried about ruining his clothes," Shuichi muttered. Grabbing a glob of the yellow gel substance, he shoved his hand into the pockets of Kokichi's pants, coating the lining of the fabric. "Ew, I didn't think this part through," Shuichi muttered, pulling his gel-coated hand out of the pocket.

"I'll grab a towel," Rantaro sighed, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment before emerging with a fresh hand towel. Shuichi grabbed the towel offered to him and planted a brief kiss on Rantaro's lips, cleaning his hands and chucking the towel into the hamper across the room. "You could be a basketball player," Rantaro chuckled.

"Yeah I don't think so," Shuichi rolled his eyes mockingly. Hearing the staircase creak, Shuichi gasped and shoved the pair of pants into the draw, throwing the vaseline into the bedside table. Kokichi never folded his clothes anyway, so the haphazardly stored fabric wouldn't seem out of place. After he dumped the oil on Kokichi, Shuichi planned for the male to grab the first set of clothes he could lay his hands on before confronting the attackers.

Shuichi grabbed the oil and entered the bathroom, hiding it in the cabinet underneath the sink before beginning to wash his hands. "Hello Shumai!" Kokichi sang, slipping behind the detective and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Hey Kichi, how was your day? You had a gig, right?" Shuichi asked, drying his hands on a small towel hanging from a hook on the wall behind the faucet.

"Let's talk about it later. Right now, I just need a shower, so get the fuck out," Kokichi ordered. He grabbed Shuichi's shoulders and pushed him out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Listening closely, Shuichi noticed he didn't hear the latching of the lock before the shower turned on, just as he'd expected.

"Should we go in now?" Rantaro whispered.

"No, wait for him to get in, he's probably waiting for the water to heat up right now. I'll do all of this, that way if he gets mad then it'll be on me, not us." Shuichi grinned, excited to act like a child again. Waiting outside of the bathroom for a few minutes, Shuichi noticed the sound of the water changed, becoming irregular. "He's in the shower, it's go time," Shuichi muttered.

Slipping into the bathroom, Shuichi reached into the cabinet and gripped the cup of oil. "Who's there?" Kokichi asked from behind the opaque blue curtain.

"Just me, sorry to scare you," Shuichi replied, taking his position.

"Damn Shumai, if you wanted to fuck you could've said so," Kokichi's disembodied voice laughed. "Why don't you try asking 'Mami to get rid of your hard-on?"

"No need," Shuichi grinned, reaching over the metal railing and tipping the container. He'd already watered down the oil to ensure it'd fall out and felt satisfied that it worked. Listening to Kokichi shout in surprise, Shuichi grabbed the cup and ran from the bathroom, past Rantaro and downstairs to the kitchen.

Noticing Rantaro following him, Shuichi grinned as he placed the cup into the sink, ready to wash it later. "Let's hope it didn't get into his eyes," Rantaro muttered.

"We're good, he would've screamed if it did," Shuichi reassured his future husband. Kokichi had only shouted in surprise, it didn't seem like his response if his eyes had been coated in oil. I feel bad for doing this, but Kokichi always pranks us so how's this any different? Hearing stomps descending the staircase, Shuichi and Rantaro wiped their expression from their faces as Kokichi approached them with a frown.

"What the fuck did you dump on me Shuichi?" Kokichi pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What are you talking about?" Rantaro asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I fucking know he dumped oil on me!" Kokichi huffed.

"Sorry Kokichi, but you've been pranking us so much and I just wanted to get you back," Shuichi explained. Kokichi glared at the ground, and Shuichi could swear he noticed his violet eyes sparkling, a red hue forming around them. Is he crying? Shoving his hands into his pants pocket, Kokichi yelped and yanked them out, glaring at the sticky gel coating his fingers.

"What the fuck?! Really?!" He shouted, glaring at the two before turning on his heel and storming back upstairs.

"I think he's upset," Shuichi sighed, sharing a concerned glance with Rantaro. "He's never behaved like this before, has he?"

"No, something's wrong... He should be able to handle what he dishes out, though," Rantaro reminded the bluenette. "Remember when he faked his death last year? Holy shit that was fucking traumatising."

"Yeah, but it's not the first time he did it, remember back in high school? It was his first prank, ever. Anyway, I think I should talk to him." Rantaro nodded as Shuichi followed the guitarist upstairs, finding him sitting on the bed and drying his hands on a towel, wearing a new pair of pants. "Hey babe, I'm sorry... Are you alright?"

Kokichi glanced up at Shuichi and sighed. "Yeah, I've just had a bad day at work." Shuichi sat beside Kokichi, rubbing circles on his back and leaning the purplette's head on his shoulder. "People were horrible at the bar while we were playing and they kept bullying me afterwards. Some tried to ask out Akira and got aggressive when she said she's aromantic. It's just been shit," Kokichi explained.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I promise I didn't mean to upset you, I just wanted to prank you back," Shuichi muttered, glancing at Rantaro leaning against the doorframe and eavesdropping.

Kokichi groaned, still leaning into the side hug. "You know, those pranks weren't horrible, but you could've done better."

"I know how to get the vaseline out without damaging the pants, so don't worry about that," Rantaro spoke up from the hallway. Kokichi huffed before laughing, repeatedly slapping Shuichi's back.

"You guys are idiots. Never worry about the cleanup!" Kokichi rolled his eyes, his demeanour having transformed into a happy-go-lucky cheer.

"Does that mean you're not mad at me?" Shuichi asked.

"Of course not!" Kokichi groaned with a smile. Shuichi chuckled and placed his hand on the side of Kokichi's face, leaning in and locking their lips together in a lengthy kiss. Breaking apart for air, the two smiled at each other, hearing Rantaro's faint chuckle from his place at the doorway.

"Now, I'm going to murder those people who were mean to you and DICE," Shuichi pouted.