"Neeeee Saihara Chan why do you reject my love every time?" Kokichi whined to the navy haired male, the latter turning a deaf ear to the shorter or the two. "Don't ignore me, my love!" Kokichi wrapped his arms around Shuichi's waist, his pale hands contrasting sharply against the dark fabric of Saihara's uniform. The vibrant yellow eyed male suddenly ripped Kokichi from his body and without saying a word, dashed off, his shoes faintly padding away. "No fun...." Oma pouted.
Sooner than later, Oma ran into another male he constantly pestered, l/n y/n. The male donned a navy jacket with a school emblem on the back, his white button up and undone tie visible, as the jacket was undone as well. Matching navy pants melted into shiny black combat boots which had a couple scuffs each. "N/n Chan! How I've missed my love!" "I thought Shuichi was your love." Y/N snarked back.
Y/N is a Tsundere. A huge, bratty tsundere. He's fallen hard for the the black clad detective, so much so that If Shuichi told him to do anything stupid, he'd do it with no second thoughts. He was twisted around the boy's finger. Kokichi didn't quite know that though.
"Oh Shumai is my love but you, my husband, are as exactly what ai just said." Kokichi's purple eyes bore into blank e/c ones, their bored gaze piercing the excited look of the male beside him. "He just ran away from me earlier... I don't know if that's a good thing or if it's a really good thing... my pet wants to play hide and seek~" Kokichi mused on the thought before shaking his head. "Saihara isn't a pet and I'd appreciate you not speak of him that way." The dull monotone of the tsundere cut through, his obvious glance at the smaller boy unnerving. Kokichi nodded before stepping away.
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This... this was unexpected to say the least. The Fanta loving boy, walking in on his crush with another man... tears slipped from his hues as he backed out of the door, leaving the e/c eyes trapped in the gaze of the beautiful amber ones. Slight pecks were exchanged betwix the two, sappy grins playing on both parties faces. The murmurs of "I love you " could be barely heard but nonetheless, oma's keen ears picked up on the words. Clapping his hands over his mouth, he pushed away from the doorframe where he'd been eaves dropping.
One of the males in the room had taken note of the noise and went to check but by the time he opened the door, whomever might've been there had disappeared.
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