Danganronpa CGLRE Oneshots

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(Pairing: Shuichi Saihara [cg] x Kokichi Ouma [little])

(Requested by Kiibo_The_SHSL_Robot!)

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Kokichi Ouma; The Ultimate Supreme Leader. Normally, people know him as someone who tends to hide his real emotions as well as being one of the biggest liars ever. To Shuichi Saihara, The Ultimate Detective, however, he was a little bit more.

Unbeknownst to many besides Shuichi, Kokichi was a little. Saihara, being the short male's boyfriend, was the little leader's caregiver. Of course, they had their moments where they would argue and bicker, though all couples do. It was hardly ever when Kokichi was in his littlespace; he was normally too afraid to mess up to even attempt to argue back. That was understandable with his backstory, however.

For most of the day, Kokichi had been in his usual mindset. This held to be accurate as he stealthily crept up behind the taller, navy-blue-haired detective, a sly smirk on his lightly freckled face. "... Saihara-Chan!" he exclaimed, seemingly out of nowhere as he threw his arms around Shuichi's neck with a joyous laugh and a bright grin.

"Gah--!" the serious male yelped as he nearly fell off of his chair from the suddenly added weight. He had been working non-stop on an important paper for one of his college classes, and he was about worked through. However, he wasn't going to stop until he was finished. "Kokichi!" the taller boy shot back as he slightly glared at the supreme leader, a clear irritation to his voice.

The lavender-eyed leader didn't seem to realize this, however. That, or he was just hiding it. It really could be either one with him. "Aww, c'mon, Saihara-Chan! You've been working all day; you need to take a break and have some funnnn!" Even when he wasn't in his littlespace, Kokichi still acted like a little kid.

"Kokichi, no," Saihara scolded with a sigh, "I need to get this paper done. The sooner it's finished, the sooner I won't have to worry about it."

"That doesn't mean you should overload yourself, though!" Ouma shot back with a soft glare, his own look becoming one of determination. "C'mon, just a little break!"

"Kokichi!" The detective yelled out as he stood up and faced the other boy, immediately causing the small, frail male to jump from both shock and, seemingly, from fear. "I said that I have to get this done; it's not a debatable topic! Now leave me be for once-- for one goddamn time!" he called out with a glare, and, honestly, he looked awfully intimidating; especially to Kokichi.

Kokichi's lavender eyes were wide, and he seemed to freeze in that same position, everything locked in one place except for the increasing pace of the rising and falling of his chest. Then he started to slip. Everything was rushing right back into his head.

"You inconsiderate little piece of motherfucking shit! I got you out of that fucking hellhole of an orphanage, and for what? So that you could fucking laze around all goddamn day?!" the tall woman yelled through Kokichi's tears and soft sobs. He didn't dare to speak up. He never did. After all, it'd only mean that he'd be in more trouble.

N...No...

His usually vibrant lavender eyes were dull-- nearly grey. He was already trembling, though his frail, trembling form did nothing to help him as he stayed on the ground, peering fearfully up at this horrid, god-awful shell of a woman. "You fucking lazy-ass bitch!" she screamed out as she kicked him once more.