Do robots like fluff? ; [KiibOuma one-shots]

1 ;Personal hair-dryer ; Human!Kiibo AU

- "Do you plan on letting bugs grow in your hair?" -

The checkered boy didn't flinch at the sudden voice, nor did he avert his eyes from the console his boyfriend had recently built for him. Instead, he just chuckled loudly enough to be heard by the other, who was leaning against the bedroom door, arms folded and a stern expression on his face.

- "Do you plan on sayin' the same thing over and over? What are you, a robot?" -

Close enough. The taller Robotics student approached the bed and snatched the console out of Kokichi's hands, earning a high-pitched whine in return. And by keeping his fingers pressed against his forehead, he made sure the boy couldn't grab the game back that easily.

- "It's been eight days, Kokichi." - Kiibo squinted at the growing pout on the supreme leader's face, determined on not letting him win for once - "Stop lazying around. You need to shower." -

- "I don--" -

- "You smell like moldy bolts. You'll get this back when you're done." -

His arm was still stretched out, reaching for nothing even after Kiibo had left the room. His expression was now distorted into a full-on pout, and he was already considering running after him and outsmarting his boyfriend like he was used to.

Well, he knew this was all for his sake. But was he going to admit it?

Kiibo was hardly ever strict, which assured lots of freedom on Kokichi's part... maybe a little too much. That is, until he eventually crossed Kiibo's patience line and had to face miscalculated consequences every once in a while. 

To shower, or not to shower? To let him win, or to mess around? His boredom made the choice, at the end. No shower meant no games, and it also would have made Kiibo so mad, he would have had to sleep on the couch for a night or two. THAT was something he really didn't want to happen. Again.

So after minutes of scheming and thinking, and with his face still as pouty as ever, he grabbed the first clothes his hands would find - probably not even his - and headed to the bathroom. Of course, he made sure his steps were heavy enough for Kiibo to hear.

--

About an hour passed, probably even more, and the white haired male was fighting the urge to sleep right on the couch he was just sitting on.

He was actually right about to doze off, but a desperate voice yelling his name made him suddenly jolt on his seat, get up in a hurry and rush to the bathroom at a nonhuman speed. He slammed the door open, almost throwing himself at it, and called out in a dead worried tone.

- "Kokichi!! Are you okay?! Are you inj--" -

Yeah, there he was. Sitting on the mat in the middle of the room, a towel on his head, hair dripping wet, wearing pajamas that weren't even his size, let alone did they belong to him at all. He was resting his head on the palms of his hands and he was showcasing the most "innocent", bratty, passive-aggressive and amused grin Kiibo has ever seen in a while.

The same Kiibo was now choking on silent words, as he was trying to catch his breath and find the words to scold him at the same time. Kokichi was even more amused by now, and he didn't try to hold back a loud chuckle that cooled off the other's rage a bit.

Kiibo approached the smaller boy and helped him up by his hands, took a quick glance at the flooder floor right behind him, then proceeded to cup his face in his hands.

- "Kokichi, is this some sort of revenge?" -

- "Nuh uh." - the other innocently denied right away, so the taller lowered his face just a bit. But Kokichi raised his own, just enough so their noses could touch.

- "...So?" - He kept going, trying (and failing) to ignore the redness spreading on his pale cheeks.

- "Maaayyybe?" - The smaller stuck his tongue out, which Kiibo responded to by sighing and grabbing the towel that was now falling from Kokichi's head. He rubbed his hair for a while so it wouldn't drip before grabbing the hair-dryer and turning it on.

- "Okay, let's get you hair dry before you catch a cold." -

- "I dont wanna, I want to sleep. It can dry on its own!" - He attempted fleeing the bathroom as quick as he could, but Kiibo had already gripped on his pajamas and tugged in back into a hug -more like a cage, in that case.

Kokichi was already whining, letting out sounds of discomfort. But Kiibo wanted the situation to change soon: it was his first time drying his boyfriend's hair, as the other would often leave it wet and not let him dry it instead, insisting it would have been fine. But that night, maybe Kokichi was really too tired to put up a a fight, so Kiibo wanted to do his best.

He slowlystarted running his free hand through Kokichi's clean hair, keeping the hair-dryer far enough from him so he wouldn't burn him, but warm him up instead. The boy's whines had ceased, but his face was still pouty and he wasn't saying a word. Kiibo decided to ignore that for a while, but he began worrying soon after. Wasn't he doing a good job? Was he annoying or hurting him? Would he hate him for this? What if his boyfriend would always stay mad at him?

The worry bubbles popped all together when he noticed that after a while Kokichi had his eyes closed, his expression relaxed and wasn't fully capable of standing on his own anymore.

- "Kokichi? -

- "..Mnh...?" - He didn't open his eyes to reply, if that counted as a reply. When Kiibo stopped moving his hand, concerned, Kokichi whined softly and shook his head lightly so he would keep going. Kiibo understood, then.

He was dozing off to the warmth and to the soft touches of the other guy. Kiibo was now occasionally pointing at his back so he would get warmer, and he was massaging his head as gently as he could. At some point, Kokichi was smiling, causing the other to smile widely as well. He DID a good job, he was sure of it. And his eyes lit up with affection.

When Kokichi kinda fell asleep where he stood, almost faceplanting himself into the sink, Kiibo decided his hair was dry enough. He also figured he wasn't going to walk towards their room like that, being basically more than half asleep already. So he picked up his small boyfriend bridal style, hoping his heartbeat wouldn't wake him up - his heart was beating so fast, his cheeks were flushed, and he felt as warm as Kokichi. When he saw him cuddling up to his chest to keep that warmth, Kiibo's happy grin grew twice as big and he placed a quick, tender kiss on Kokichi's forehead - which was greatly welcomed by a soft sleepy smile and a loving whimper.

He carried him back to their room, where they both slept as tight as ever that night. Sure, the blankets were warm enough, but Kiibo held Kokichi right in his arms that night, just to make sure.