90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟙𝟚 - How Could You Think This Wouldn't Hurt Me? ♥️

Kokichi glared at the woman across from him, grabbing a nearby plastic fork and chucking it at Iruma's head. "I hate you sometimes."

"I only said the truth! You and Amami are probably going to have fifty little kids running around after you're married!" Iruma cackled.

"We're both men, you dumb whore." Kokichi rolled his eyes with a grin. The two continued to chat together on their break, glad to be away from serving drunk idiots more alcohol that they didn't need. He hated customer service with a passion, although he'd taken the job for the pay and the fact Iruma had secured him a position due to inside connections.

"Oi, you two, how are ya?" Owada asked, entering the break room. The two turned to the owner of the bar, waving with a smile. "Got a visitor for ya Ouma, it's Amami. Double-checking you wanna see him," Owada explained.

Kokichi nodded in approval, turning back to Iruma to continue their conversation. He always admired Owada for how protective he could be over his employees. When he asked about it, Owada mentioned he knew couples fought and had seen quite a lot as an ex-security guard. Owada had mentioned he always confirmed since he didn't want to endanger his employees in case there was a situation going on behind closed doors. 

Rantaro snuck into the room, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile. Kokichi's content smile shifted to a frown at Rantaro's solemn expression. "What's up your ass, Amami?" Iruma cackled.

"Kokichi, I have some... uh, news... Can we talk privately?" Rantaro whispered, glancing everywhere but his boyfriend. The purple-haired bartender nodded and stood, glancing around to find a place to talk in private. He preferred not to talk in the back alley as the area wasn't too safe at the time of night.

"Use the meeting room, ain't got nothing scheduled," Owada informed the two before leaving. 

"I'll be back in a bit Iruma," Kokichi mentioned as he slid his chair underneath the table. Kokichi shared a smile with Iruma before entering the meeting room with his boyfriend, shutting the door behind them. The moment the door shut, Kokichi's heart sunk in dread of which he couldn't figure out the cause.

"What did you want to talk about Rantaro?" Kokichi asked, the two sitting beside each other at the large, oblong wooden table. He noticed the greenette avoiding all eye contact which confused him further. Rantaro loved keeping eye contact along with keeping his body relaxed and friendly. However, Kokichi noticed Rantaro's position remained tense and fidgety which was rare unless something serious happened.

"Do you remember how we were looking for apartments together?" Rantaro asked, his voice wavering.

"Yeah?" Kokichi's eyes narrowed, unaware of where the conversation could be going. He wanted nothing more than to move out of his childhood home to live with his boyfriend. It was his main focus at the time and was the sole reason he worked extra shifts as a bartender and the occasional one-off job on the side. Kokichi had been working himself dead to achieve their dream.

The two had their eyes on a particular apartment together, one they only needed a sliver of money to be able to move into together. Kokichi knew they were almost there, he knew they could do it and they'd be comfortable.

"We... Listen, we aren't going to succeed, we can't afford what we want," Rantaro sighed. Kokichi sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his plastic chair.

"We only need a one-bedroom apartment, you know? It's not like we're moving in with anyone else," Kokichi muttered with a pout. "Are you really just giving up?"

"I'm sorry babe, I really am," Rantaro sighed. "I know we've had our eye on that apartment for a while but it's just not going to work..." Rantaro leant over and planted a short, sweet kiss on Kokichi's lips. Something felt off about the kiss, it intensified the sensation of dread in Kokichi's stomach.

"Can't we just buy a cheaper one? We definitely can afford at least something, even if it's not perfect. It's not like we can't move ever again," Kokichi huffed. He locked his gaze on Rantaro. "Unless there's another reason that you've not told me yet."

Rantaro sighed with a faint smile. "You can read me like a book. I... I made a promise to a friend, I'm not able to move in with you Kokichi."

"What are you talking about?" Kokichi demanded, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"Don't get mad... but... I've made an agreement with Shuichi to move in with him... He doesn't have enough room for a third person..." Rantaro spoke in a low voice, bowing his head as if ashamed.

"You'd rather move in with your best friend rather than your boyfriend? You do remember my parents are willing to help us out financially, right? If money's a problem, we can sort everything out," Kokichi argued. "I know Saihara's got his own place already but if you want to stay near him then we can just look for other apartments!"

Kokichi's eyes sparkled as tears welled up, his fists clenching. Something didn't sit right in his gut but he didn't want to create a fight. "I'm sorry Kokichi, I didn't think this would hurt you-"

"How could you think this wouldn't hurt me?!" Kokichi shouted, slamming his fist on the table as he jumped to his feet, his chair falling behind him. "Who do you want to be with, me or Saihara?!"

"Saihara," Rantaro answered in a heartbeat, his tone numb. "I want to be with Shuichi."

"Fuck you then," Kokichi sneered. He stepped towards the door, paused by Rantaro's hand grabbing his wrist. Kokichi felt eyes staring at him, although Rantaro hadn't broken his gaze from the deep blue carpet. Iruma probably heard me shouting, I hope she doesn't walk in, I don't think I can stop her from killing Rantaro.

Keeping his tears at bay, Kokichi jerked his arm free and glowered at Rantaro. "There's more..."

"What else could you possible fucking want?" Kokichi spat. He turned and placed his hand on the door handle, ready to leave before Rantaro spoke.

"I got Shuichi pregnant."