90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟜 - Opposites 💚

Rantaro chuckled as Kokichi skipped along the street in front of him and Shuichi, the two surrounded by early trick-or-treaters taking advantage of the Halloween holiday. Kokichi had dressed as (in his words) a sexy demon, whilst Shuichi wore a pure white dress with stereotypical angelic accessories. To match the theme, Rantaro had dressed as a half-demon, half-angel hybrid.

Most would just see them as doing outfits as a romantic trio but little did they know, Kokichi had orchestrated the entire thing, not taking no as an answer. Kokichi wanted the three to be opposites, however, the outfits had to resemble how evil he was and how good Shuichi was. That's when Kokichi came up with his idea, eventually roping Rantaro into being a mix of good and evil, which he had no idea how to process.

Glancing up, Rantaro noticed a house bursting with music despite it being early evening. They decided to arrive early at their friends' Halloween party since Shinguji Korekiyo had allowed it beforehand as the party organiser. Although Shinguji despised modern stereotypes, he adored Halloween and the horror aspect of the holiday. He often attempted to rope Shuichi and Kokichi into performing rituals of some sort but they always refused.

Greeting some of the other partygoers that had arrived, the three wandered around the home and talked with friends. Rantaro approached Akamatsu (who'd also arrived early) and smiled, planting a friendly kiss on both of her cheeks. "You look amazing!" Smiling, Rantaro's green eyes locked with Akamatsu's violet ones, masked with white contact lenses. The pianist had dressed up as a ghost with hollow eyes, pale skin and tattered white clothes.

"Thank you, you look great too!" Akamatsu smiled for a brief moment before she glanced over Rantaro's shoulder. "Is Shuichi okay?"

Turning behind him, Rantaro noticed Shuichi clinging to the walls, staring at the ground as he ignored the people around him. "I'm not sure, let me check on him."

"Let me come too!" Akamatsu demanded. The two approached the detective, attracting his attention as they smiled at him.

"Hey Kaede, you look amazing," Shuichi smiled back at his friend.

"You do too!" Akamatsu giggled before her face fell into a pout. "What's wrong? I know you're upset about something!"

"Huh?" Shuichi sighed as he returned to gazing at the tiled floor. "It's nothing. I just don't like this outfit much, I'm a little self-conscious. It was nice before, but now that I'm around everyone I feel like they're judging me," Shuichi explained. 

"You look amazing babe, I'd never lie about that," Rantaro reassured him. "Everyone's seen you in a dress before, remember the camping trip? It just so happens you're a bit more dolled up than back then."

"I agree!" Akamatsu cheered. "You look super hot," she complimented with a giggle. "We need to take a photo!" She gasped, grabbing Shuichi's wrist and dragging him around a corner. Rantaro smirked as he watched, knowing the two wouldn't leave each other's side for the entire night now that Shuichi had revealed his insecurity.

He didn't have time to talk to another person though, as the greenette heard a familiar whining of his boyfriend. Turning, Rantaro felt an object crash into his bare chest, arms wrapping around him as Kokichi cried. "Rantaro! Miu's being a bitch!"

Rantaro patted Kokichi's hair with a sigh, glancing up to see Iruma doubled over with laughter. "How are you two best friends?" Despite their constant verbal altercations, Rantaro knew it was only their friendship. The two insulted each other at every chance, but neither was offended; and if they were, the other would apologise and confirm the other's limits. They respected each other's boundaries, even if it seemed that they didn't.

"Your bitch has to show everyone the goods!" Iruma shouted.

"No, I don't!" Kokichi argued.

"You lost the bet you dumb abortion!"

"Yeah?! Well, you fucking cheated!" Kokichi removed himself from Rantaro's body, shoving his hands on his hips and pouting, glaring at the woman dressed in a stereotypical bunny outfit for a stripper. Could be from her job, I don't think I want to find out what outfits she'd have stashed away. Tears continued to pour from Kokichi's eyes, but nothing about them felt genuine, as per usual for the little, manipulative liar.

"You cheated too, little shit!"

"Fucking cum dumpster." Kokichi's tears tried up in a nanosecond as he rolled his eyes. Rantaro sighed, predicting the fight would happen and he'd somehow be roped into it. As his mouth opened, the male felt an object land on his tongue that immediately melted into the familiar taste of chocolate.

"The fuck?" Rantaro frowned, chewing on the candy as the others laughed, grabbing each other's shoulders.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you fell for that so easily! Gullible bitch!" Iruma cackled.

"We're just going around forcing people to eat candy," Kokichi shrugged with a smirk.

Rantaro laughed, swallowing the surprise treat. "Want some help? I'll give one to Shuichi," he offered.

"No way!" Kokichi gasped. "I don't believe Amami Rantaro could prank a soul."

"Watch me," Rantaro smirked, grabbing a gummy bear from the table of candy beside the trio. He travelled through the decently sized home, spotting Shuichi's bright white outfit amongst the visitors slowly trailing into the party. "Hey babe," he smiled, tapping Shuichi's shoulder to grab his attention.

"Oh, hey Rantaro, what's-" Without giving the male a chance to speak, Rantaro threw the gummy bear into his mouth and grabbed Shuichi's wrist, pulling him forward. The two locked their lips in a kiss, blushing as Rantaro licked Shuichi's bottom lip. Shuichi hesitated, parting his soft lips which encouraged Rantaro to slide the gummy bear into the detective's mouth.

"That was... Bold..." Shuichi muttered, covering his cheeks with one hand to hide his tomato-red blush.

"Holy shit Amami, you get that dick!" Iruma cheered a little too loudly.

"Leave some for me!" Kokichi shouted, keeping his voice as quiet as Iruma.

"Amami Rantaro." The male in question stiffened, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on their ends. Akamatsu's voice held a power that would make any person terrified, mimicking that of a stern mother. "How dare you embarrass Shuichi like that?! You're evil!"

"Hey, I'm only half evil. Kokichi's the one in the devil costume," Rantaro reminded the gathering crowd.

"And? I fucking work it!" Kokichi huffed, spinning in a circle with the grin of a sassy teenager.

"It's slutty as fuck," Iruma argued.

"Everyone here is dressed like a fucking slut! Rantaro isn't even wearing a shirt!" Kokichi groaned, exasperated as he pointed to the greenette to exaggerate his point.

"Hey! Don't pull me into this!" Rantaro added to the argument, pulling himself into it.