Danganronpa One Shots

|> Ouma Kokichi x Female!Reader <|> NSFW <|

[Requested][NSFW/SMUT WARNING][Word count; 4243][unedited][written with a female reader intended]

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    'Are you awake?'

     The simple text lights up the screen of your phone, you can tell the way the light slightly shifts even with your back to the bedside table where your phone is rested. You already know who it'll be, who else would be texting you at this time of the night? It's probably past midnight already, no doubt approaching 1am by now. If you don't check, you know it'll bother you to know there's an unread message, so you roll over in the blankets and fumble for the now dim screen of your phone to check, swiping to unlock and opening the message with sleep-weary fingers.

     Of course it's from Kokichi Ouma, a former classmate at the Academy for gifted juveniles. Your class had graduated long ago, but luckily enough, you had stayed in contact with most of your former classmates. Kokichi Ouma, however, had not remained in contact with many, in fact, you were one of the few he had seemed set on pestering past your educational days – as evidenced by the consistent late – night texts. Somehow, he managed to time it perfectly – these messages would only ever appear on the nights you remained awake and restless. Sometimes you wondered if perhaps he was psychic – he just seemed to know. But that was a question for another time.

     'didn't I tell you to stop messaging me so late at night when I'm trying to sleep?'

     You tapped out a response, correcting a few exhaustion-induced typos, before sending. Barely a minute later, your phone lit up again in the dark of your bedroom and you checked his response.

     'but you're not trying to sleep are you? 😉'

      'are you stalking me or something?'

     'wouldn't you like to know? But now that I know you're awake, you should come over'

     You thought about his response, lips pressing into a thin line. You both knew what that meant – your late night rendezvous were something that neither of you spoke about. You don't remember how or when it had happened, but a no-strings-attached, late-night romance of sorts had sparked between yourself and Kokichi not long after you both graduated. He was infuriating, in fact it was fair to say that you were both rivals – he enjoyed pushing your buttons, and you couldn't help but take the bait and snap back in annoyance each time – he certainly enjoyed this game he played, and as soon as you were both free to head out into the adult world, it had naturally evolved from verbal button pushing, to physical.

     'are you kidding me?'

      'you know you wannaaaaa. Come on, it's been at least a monthhhhh'

     'fine, I'm coming.'

     You sighed as you tapped out and sent your response. You supposed it really had been a while since you'd been with anyone, and as much as Kokichi grated on your nerves, the push and pull between the two of you was part of the fun. Not that you'd ever say as much to him, no chance in hell you'd give him that ego boost. So, begrudgingly – but with a only elated note chiming in your mind – you slid out of bed (it wasn't as if you were going to get any sleep anyway, you were unbelievably restless) and freshened yourself up in the bathroom. Both you and Kokichi knew where this was heading, presentation wasn't your top priority so a simple pair of sweatpants and a hoodie was good enough for the journey over to Kokchi's place.

     You left your apartment without even checking Kokichi's response (a flirty quip of 'you will be soon 😉'). The night air was cool and calming against you, a stark contrast against the gentle warmth of your skin, and the streetlights overhead bathed the pavement in pools of orange light. It was lucky Kokichi lived close enough that it was a relatively safe journey, even during the later hours of the night (half past one in the morning, you had noted, checking the time on your phone's display).