Danganronpa Agere Oneshots!

💜🏁Party, Party, Party!💜💫

Caregiver: Kaito Momota
Little: Kokichi Ouma
hello!! this was requested by hrtbonnie :D i want to say how sorry i am that i haven't posted in like three months?? i honestly haven't had a lot of motivation recently, but i'm glad to be writing again!! :) i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and that you have a wonderful day <3 thank you so much for being patient with me!!
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The party that Kaito Momota hosted had just come to a close, and it was safe to say it had been an absolute hit.

There were snacks, drinks (fruit punch), music, and neon lights shimmering onto the walls of the house. Everyone was dancing, chatting in a corner, or raiding the food section. It seemed as if everybody was having a good time.

And truthfully, so was Kokichi. He bothered Kiibo and tried giving him fruit punch. He begged for Shuichi to dance with him, and when Shuichi nervously declined, Kaede offered to. When that bored him, he sat down beside Miu on the couch. Which proved to have its benefits, because she caught him up on every rumor or gossip in the entire school.

However, the party soon came to a close, the lights turning back on and the food beginning to be put away. People had begun to say goodbye to Kaito, giving their thanks and walking out the door.

Kokichi probably would have left as well, had it not been for the warm fuzziness that had begun to plague his body.

He wasn't even sure how it happened, really! One moment, he was swaying and laughing with his classmates, and then the next moment, his thoughts were clouded, the atmosphere was so fun, and the fruit punch was awfully colorful and sweet.

Tonight was fun. Truthfully, he wouldn't have had it any other way. But now, all he wanted to do was go home and curl up with a plushie and his favorite TV show playing in the background.

Panic itched at his chest as he realized he couldn't drive home in this state. It would be too embarrassing to ask for a ride home, either.

What could he do? Well, the solution was obvious. He would have to go to Kaito— one of the only people that knew he regressed— and ask him for help.

It's not that he wanted to. He didn't like being seen while he was regressed, especially not by one of his classmates. But as uninformed as Kaito was when he first found out, and as painfully stupid as he can be sometimes... he tries. He really does. And Kokichi would be lying if he said he didn't find just a little bit of comfort in him when he regressed.

Kokichi waited for everyone to finally clear out before nervously poking his head into the kitchen. Kaito was wiping off the table, cleaning up after the party.

Soon, though, he glanced up, waving at Kokichi to come in.

"Hey, Ouma-kun," He said cheerfully, "Did you have a good time?"

Kokichi nodded, awkwardly rocking back and forth. This all felt awkward to him, but he knew he didn't really have much of a choice.

"Uh huh," He murmured, "Momota-chan? Can... Can I stay t'night?"

At the tone of voice, Kaito blinked, setting down the cloth he had been using to wipe down the table. He cleared his throat, his demeanor a lot softer once he recognized the tone of voice Kokichi had been using.

"Yeah, of course you can stay," He told him, quickly composing himself from the surprise on his expression, "Are you, uh... regressed?"

Kokichi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he sheepishly nodded, averting his gaze to the floor.