90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟟 - Bored 💚

"I'm so fucking bored!" Kokichi whined, stomping towards where Shuichi and Rantaro sat on the couch. With an exaggerated sigh, Kokichi allowed his body to fall into the men who caught him with ease, expecting the fiasco.

"I have to admit, so am I," Rantaro muttered. Shuichi agreed with the two, the day so far had been monotonous, and it was only midday. They hadn't been able to leave the house due to a horrid storm that'd rolled in during the early morning. Power throughout the area had been cut due to damage so the homes were cold and dark, clouds blocking all of the natural light they could've hoped for.

"I guess we could play board games?" Shuichi pondered a solution to the tedium. The three locked eyes, all shaking their heads in agreement. None of them felt like playing board games again, they'd just finished playing a few earlier in the morning.

"Well, Kokichi's instruments still work..." Rantaro suggested, the three shaking their heads again. There were certain things you could only enjoy for small periods before they became monotonous. Kokichi enjoyed music more than the other two, but still had his limits.

"Weren't we going to redo this room? Now's the perfect time for you two to stop procrastinating!" Kokichi chuckled.

"Hmm, I suppose we could use the day to get things done around here," Rantaro smiled.

"I wouldn't mind," Shuichi replied, standing up so he could stretch his limbs. The two made their way to the garage where they had shoved paint supplies into a cabinet, ready for the day they finally decided to repaint the walls. Grabbing what they needed, the greenette lugged the tins of black and baby blue paint to the living room where Kokichi waited.

The dining room beside the living area had become cramped with extra furniture that Kokichi had shifted. Placing the tins of paint down, Rantaro noticed Kokichi had bunched up his hair in pigtails, his fringe pinned back behind his ears. "You look adorable," the hunter complimented with a chuckle.

"Shut up," Kokichi huffed. "I just wanted to keep my hair out of my eyes..." Rantaro noticed a faint hue of rose spread across Kokichi's face as he looked away with a pout, puffing out his cheeks. Deciding not to tease further, the greenette chuckled as he covered the carpet and remaining, bulky furniture.

As Shuichi finished taping up the power outlets and archway frames, the three popped open the paint tins, grabbing rollers and brushes. Rantaro watched as Kokichi began painting, happy with his task. As he dipped his roller into a tray of baby blue paint, Rantaro began swiping it along the old, greyish-white walls.

As Rantaro continued to paint, he hear a deafening splat as an object collided with his head, his scalp and neck cold as something stuck to it. Turning, he noticed Shuichi stifling a laugh as Kokichi giggled. Rantaro frowned as he reached up to the back of his head, feeling a cool, smooth and sticky substance coating his hair.

"Oh you two are fucking on," he grinned. Shoving the corner of his roller into the tin of paint, Rantaro raised it above his head and lobbed the glob of blue at Kokichi. Unfortunately, Kokichi seemed to expect this, as the guitarist dropped to the floor. The blue substance flew over his target's head and collided with Shuichi's stomach, covering the bluenette in the substance.

Shuichi glanced down at his stomach before locking his gaze with Rantaro's, a smile growing over his cheeks. Dropping his paintbrush to the tarp-covered carpet, Shuichi ran towards Rantaro and wrapped his arms around his body. Rantaro squirmed as Shuichi pushed their bodies together, the paint squelching in between them as it soaked through their clothes and onto their skin.

As their shirts peeled away from each other, Rantaro felt the shrapnel of another attack hit him in the arm. Kokichi chuckled as he grabbed a handful of liquid, lobbing it at the two. Paint flew through the air as the trio began their war, everyone becoming a canvas of weapons. They laughed and shouted as the paint went everywhere, distracting them from their task at hand.

Tripping over a tin of paint, Rantaro fell to the floor with a thud, paint squelching beneath him as he laughed. Glancing at the walls in the dim room, Rantaro hummed, attracting the attention of his laughing boyfriends. "Hey, I think we did well in painting the walls," Rantaro joked.

The walls were covered in splatters of baby blue paint, all different thicknesses as some parts dripped down the wall. Rantaro didn't mind the pattern, it broke up the basic colours they were planning which they'd tried to break by planning a black feature wall. "Why don't we paint the black wall then?" Shuichi asked the two.

"Yeah, I suppose we should," Rantaro smiled. "We're going to look like anaemic smurfs tomorrow if we keep going."

"Or, we could throw the black paint around!" Kokichi giggled like an excited teenager.

"Maybe later, we don't want to ruin our masterpiece. Come on, let's just start painting this wall," Rantaro laughed.

"Hmph, idiot," Kokichi huffed, although picking up an unused, surprisingly clean roller and dipping it into a tray of black paint. The trio began painting again, this time without the war of the century, although Kokichi couldn't resist one or two attacks.

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Ew, I hate this chapter but oh well this is all I've come up with all day and I need to get something out.

It hasn't been edited, sorry for any mistakes.