Just for the Anarchy | OumaSai AU

Kokichi being a f*ckboy(Totally not just a tease of fan service)

Shuichi's POV

I woke up to my phone buzzing again. I groggily pick it up and grimace when the screen's brightness blinds me. I quickly turned it down and proceeded to check the time and all of the notification I had received. It was 7 in the morning, and I had gotten about 25 messages all from Kokichi. They were pretty much all the same, whining about me ignoring him, and on some level, I truly felt bad for not responding last night, but the sheer amount of messages made me second guess just how sincere the boy was, after all, I wouldn't put it past him to just be bullshitting for no other reason than being bored. I still tapped out a reply through a snap of me lying in bed, covering most of my face.

'Sorry, Kokichi, I was a bit preoccupied with work yesterday'

Almost immediately my phone dinged, alerting me to a response.

'Ha, s'ok Shuma, I bet being a detective keeps you pretty busy, gotta save all those damsels, right?'

Before I could respond a second snap came in.

'So, if you're not too caught up in being a white knight, you wanna meet me by the corner store?'

I paused, since we had more or less discovered the location of the next heist, if it even was that, so I didn't necessarily have anything to do today, besides prep before tonight. I decided to respond saying that I could, but I found myself staring at the picture he had sent. Most of the time he would send either random pictures of his surroundings or relatively close up shots of himself, but he would never be in the very center of the picture. This time...this time Kokichi sent a picture of just him standing in what I would guess to be his room...seemingly having just gotten out of the shower since his hair was wet and there was a towel around his shoulders, and oh yeah, the only article of clothing I could see him wearing in the image was the waistband of his boxers.

Kokichi had sent me a shirtless pic, of him just in boxers. From the angle and the simultaneously innocent yet seductive smirk on his face, I'd say it was entirely on purpose. He was looking for a response to this, but I refused to give him one. Instead, I just snapped him a picture of me giving a thumbs up and smiling. Or I tried to. No matter how many times I tried I couldn't get a decent picture of me, it didn't help that the more I struggled the more frustrated and embarrassed I became, so I began blushing rather violently. Yeah, that was the reason blood was rushing to my face, not anything else.

Finally, I settled on a simple picture that barely showed my face at all, hoping that the blush wasn't too obvious. I would have sent a random picture back, but I feared that could easily be a reaction that Kokichi was anticipating. After I hit send I hopped up and grabbed a clean towel sitting on a chair in the corner, figured I'd wash up if I were to actually go out. With that, I sauntered down the hall until I reached the only bathroom on that floor of the house. 

I wrapped my towel around me after promptly drying myself off and began making my way back down the hall to my room. I entered and began rifling through my clothes until I noticed that I had received another message while I was away. Picking up my phone I unlock it with my fingerprint and Snapchat immediately pops up. An unopened snap from Kokichi stared at, reminding me of his last picture that he sent. I opened it hesitantly to reveal a fully clothed Kokichi with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his tongue slightly poking out between his spider bites.

'Is that a blush I see? How adorable~ Shuma is so innocent, nishishi'

Shit. He fucking noticed. I was about to defend myself when a rather random, and possibly bad idea popped into my head. 

'Let's see how he likes it.'

I gulped and did my best to calm my nerves and will myself to stop blushing so Goddamn much. I took a deep breath, held the phone up with the camera pointed at me, and danced around my room until I got just the right angle with just the right lighting.