Danganronpa Agere Oneshots!

📁🔍Cold Season💚🌍

Caregiver: Rantaro Amami
Little: Shuichi Saihara
hello! this was requested by decayingcl0verz  :D i hope you like it! also i know it's not christmas buuut... it was in the request so it is Christmas !!thank you for reading and remember to do something that makes you happy today <3
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When the holidays had come around, like every year prior, Shuichi's class had decided to host a party. It was something done every year. All of his classmates gathered in one big room, Christmas lights strung on the walls and gifts being exchanged. They had a variety of snacks and drinks laid out on the tables, and music being blasted from someone's practically ancient phone.

But that was all part of the fun about it. Shuichi adored going to the parties and spending such quality time with all his friends, especially Rantaro.

...He would probably be enjoying the event a lot more, had he not been incredibly sick.

"Rantaro, I-I'm fine, really," Shuichi said as they walked up the stairs to where the party was being held, "It's not even that ba—"

He was interrupted by a cough that escaped his lips (that was really more like a wheeze). His cheeks flushed. This didn't help his case.

"Shuichi, it's okay if you're not feeling up to it. Everyone else would understand," Rantaro told him gently, "If you need to go home, I have no qualms about driving back and taking care of you tonight. Just say the word, and I will."

As tempting as the offer was, Shuichi shook his head. He knew how badly Rantaro wanted to go to this party, and he wouldn't deny him that. Honestly, Shuichi wanted to be here too. He just wished he wasn't so sick and miserable.

...He also wished he didn't feel so fuzzy and small.

It's not like he tried to be! But he supposed it was his fault that he hadn't allowed himself to regress while he was sick. There were classes, and he'd made plans with Rantaro over the span of a few days, and then the party to attend...

Shuichi could have made time for regressing if he wanted to. But he chose to push it to the back of his mind— a poor choice, really— because now he felt terrible and exhausted. When he felt bad, he tended to regress.

Unfortunately, he didn't get that choice right now.

"I'm okay," He promised, before shivering as a gust of wind bit at his cheeks, "L-Let's get inside. It's cold."

Rantaro held his gaze for a moment, as if to search him for any hint of a lie, but he found none. So, he simply reached out to hold Shuichi's hand, interlacing their fingers as he pushed the door open.

Once they entered, Shuichi immediately felt slightly better at the warmth that washed over him, the heated household easing the claws of his sickness. He tried to compose himself, but his reddened nose and watery eyes betrayed how ill he was.

Nonetheless, either no one noticed or no one cared. Kaito still gave him the warmest welcome and Maki waved at him. Kaede and Kokichi had said hello to Rantaro, and were now beginning to catch up.

Shuichi silently pulled away, going over to sit down on the couch. His muscles already ached with exhaustion, and he dreaded the fact that he still had a whole party to go through.

"Ah, Saihara-kun, you and Amami-kun arrived just in time," He heard a voice from behind him, and he glanced back, noticing Kirumi, "I have just finished preparing our dinner. Everyone is already beginning to gather towards the kitchen, if you are ready."