90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟟 - Jealousy 🥑

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Oral sex, Grinding, Against the wall, Masturbation, Biting.

Word count: 2743

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"Hey, Kokichi's been gone for a while, hasn't he?" Shuichi muttered. Rantaro hummed, realising that they hadn't seen their boyfriend after he'd left to buy a drink fifteen minutes prior. At first, he assumed the man made a stop in the bathroom, but it'd been too long. 

Music rang throughout the bar and clattering cutlery and glasses pierced the men's ears. The lighting wasn't adequate in the slightest, Rantaro could barely make out Shuichi aside from his glowing, golden eyes. Fitting for the cheap bar theme.

"Let's look for him," Rantaro offered. It wasn't a suggestion but rather a demand. He was uneasy. Kokichi couldn't stand up for himself, he'd cry if someone tried to hurt him or if he felt threatened. Whenever someone demanded something of him, he could never say no. Easily intimidated would be an understatement.

Abandoning their drinks, Rantaro and Shuichi squeezed through hundreds of drunk bar patrons. "There he is." Shuichi's announcement snapped Rantaro from his worry. Glancing around, Rantaro's eyes landed on his deep-wine-haired boyfriend.

Sitting next to a stranger.

Kokichi laughed, taking a sip of his drink. He sat beside another man who had spiky hair a few brighter shades of plum than Kokichi's. Muscles peeked out from underneath his white tee. The stranger towered over Kokichi, even whilst the two were sitting side by side. Not close enough for their thighs to touch, but they barely had to move to come into contact. Rantaro's eyes narrowed into a glare.

"You get jealous too easily," Shuichi huffed. Despite the horrid lighting, Rantaro could see a smirk on his lips.

"Like you're any different. You stabbed someone for hugging Kokichi," Rantaro laughed.

"He shouldn't have touched our boyfriend," Shuichi sneered. Rantaro shivered; sometimes, the blue-haired man could be terrifying.

Both Shuichi and Rantaro approached Kokichi with a glare in their eyes, jealousy clouding their judgement. Rantaro watched as the stranger pointed them out and Kokichi turned to face them. His eyes lit up in glee as he waved and grinned. "Hi, Rantaro, Shuichi! Meet my new friend!" The stranger waved with a smile in greeting. "His name is Momota!"

"Hey there, nice to meet ya!" Momota offered a hand to the two. Rantaro glared at it, neither he nor Shuichi taking up the offer. Why should they?

"He's really strong!" Kokichi giggled, awe and adoration swirling behind his violet eyes. Rantaro hated it, he should only look at his boyfriends in that way. "Momota can pick me up, too!"

"You're pretty light though Ouma. It's not that much of a challenge," Momota laughed. Rantaro slipped his hand into Shuichi's, trying to unclench the bluenette's fist. Shuichi was prone to violence when someone insulted Kokichi, either intentionally or as a joke.

"Hey!" Kokichi gasped, punching the stranger and pouting. Momota laughed, not flinching at the impact. Not surprising, Kokichi couldn't harm a fly. Well, he could, but only when enraged (which was rarer than pulling a hamburger out of an art hill).

Shuichi's grip tightened around Rantaro's hand to the point that the latter thought his bones pulverised into dust. "Koko, something happened. We have to go."

"Huh? What's going on?" Kokichi asked, his entire body turning on the bar stool to face his boyfriends. Worry clouded his glassy eyes, anxious tears threatening to spill.