And They Were Moots! (Soon to be lovers)

He was Writing Smut.

"Were you reading that?!" Shuichi jumps up from his spot and turns around to look at him.

"No. Why are you so freaked? What were you writing?" Kokichi says, a mischievous grin across his face. "Oh my god, were you writing smut? Shuichi, you rascal!!"

Before Shuichi could think, he suddenly blurts out, "WRITING?? UHH! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WRITE."

"Omigod! I don't know how to read, we're meant for each other!" He extends his hand out, reaching for Shuichi's phone. "Lemme see your phone so I can write it for you and you can read it back to me!! Couple goals." Kokichi puts up a half-heart gesture with his hand.

Shuichi rolls his eyes, "..No, I think I'm good, actually."

Oma's expression fell quick, turning into one a child would make before wailing for their mother. As soon as Shuichi realized, a loud scream was erupting from Kokichi's mouth. "SOMEBODY HELP ME, THIS GUYS TRYING TO STEAL MY PHONE! HELP!!"

Shuichi put up his hands in front of the other's face, frantically waving them to get Kokichi to stop. "You're making a scene, please shut up!!"

Kokichi's wailing ceased, grabbing Shuichi's hand and quickly licking the back of it. Shuichi yelps, and drops his phone, resulting in Kokichi ducking down, and scooping it up.
He quickly stuffs it in his back jeans pocket and takes a step back, his hands extended between him and Shuichi. "If you try grabbing your phone, you'll be groping me!! So like, yk. Don't do that, unless you want to be a registered sex offender. Molester."

Shuichi lightly gasped, growing frustration shown on his face. "That isn't something to fucking joke about, Kokichi. Just give me my phone, I'm not kidding. You're literally stealing, that's a crime. Robber."

"Don't you mean burglar? I thought you liked true crime, wouldn't you know the difference, dumbass?", Kokichi scoffs.

"I do know the difference, that's why I said robber. Robbery is threatening the person you're stealing from or scaring them, and burglary is like pickpocketing or breaking and entering and the person doesn't know, idiot." The other explains, clearly upset.

"Okay, Webster's dictionary. Are you saying I'm threatening you? Tiny ol' me? Shuichi, I'm literally a foot shorter than you. Grow some balls."

Shuichi lunges at Kokichi, tackling him to the ground, while the Kokichi yells out, "SOMEBODY HELP ME, HE'S MOLESTING ME!!", Kicking and flailing while Shuichi struggles to turn Kokichi over to grab his phone. In the midst of their wrestling, Kaito and Maki approach the two. Maki retrains Shuichi and pulls him towards her, while Kokichi scrambles up and runs to Kaito.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU GUYS! HE TRIED TO RAPE ME!! I SWEAR!!!!", He wraps his arms around Kaitos meaty man waist. Maki looks to Shuichi, confused, waiting for an explanation.

"WHAT?!? NO, HE TRIED TAKING MY PHONE, IT'S IN HIS BACK POCKET! I WOULD NEVER EVEN CONSIDER HAVING CONSENSUAL SEX WITH HIM, LET ALONE SEXUALLY ASSAULT HIM. HE'S WEIRD!!"

Kaito reaches into Kokichi's back pocket and pulls out Shuichi's phone.
"Kokichi...", Kaito sighs, glaring down at him.

"That's my phone!", Kokichi tries to explain, still holding onto his waist.

"The homescreen is a photo of Shuichi's parents, dude", Kaito says trying to push Kokichi off of him.

"What are you talking about? That's literally my parents before the divorce, Kaito. Jeez, you think you know a guy.."

Shuichi walks up to Kaito and grabs his phone, pocketing it before turning to Maki. "He's literally insane, why are you hanging out with this guy?"

"He's Kaito's friend, not mine. I don't even know why he's here." Maki groans.