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Kokichi's eyes slowly blinked open to see a dark room around him. He was confused for a moment before he remembered where he was. He was with Rantaro. He looked over at the other boy, seeing that he was still asleep. Kokichi reached over to his phone, peering at the bright screen, his eyes straining from squinting to see. He was shocked to see five missed calls from Shuichi, but the more he thought about it, the less surprised he was. Of course Shuichi had been worried about him. After seeing what time it was, 2:32 AM, Kokichi decided to get up. I really shouldn't stay here. He decided, glancing around. I miss Shuichi, and he's probably worried sick about me...

Kokichi quietly gathered up his belongings, changed his clothes, and silently left Rantaro's apartment. The weather outside was dreary, the pavement on the road was slick from the rain. Kokichi began to pace down the street, cautiously watching the surroundings around him as he walked down the road and closer to Shuichi's apartment. He knew that the other boy usually stayed up late at night, and he prayed that tonight would be the same. Kokichi picked up the pace, almost sprinting when he saw Shuichi's apartment in the distance. He swiftly approached Shuichi's door, and knocked on it, his eyes wide.

Soon enough, the door was opened, and Kokichi immediately sprang forward, hugging Shuichi tightly, rubbing his head into his clothing. Shuichi brought down his arms to embrace him, caressing him lovingly. Kokichi could feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he thought of everything he'd done wrong over the course of the night. "I'm sorry." He choked out, hugging Saihara harder. "What do you mean?" Shuichi asked, his face curious and confused. Kokichi ended the hug, forcing himself into Shuichi's apartment and setting down his stuff.

"Shuichi, what are we?" Kokichi demanded as soon as the tall, greasy-haired boy closed the door. The other boy looked bewildered for a split second, before shrugging. "Uh, I- I'm not sure," Saihara admitted, "Why?" Kokichi felt his heart begin to race fast, and his mouth instantly went dry. He took a deep breath, looking up into Saihara's eyes.

"I slept with one of my friends."

Kokichi let out a gasp as he was immediately shoved onto the couch, pinned by the throat. He looked up at Shuichi, his eyes wide with fear at the furious, insane look in the other boy's eyes. He felt Shuichi's lips press into his, forcing him into a deep, intense kiss. He was struggling to breathe from the hand around his throat, and the whole time Saihara was kissing him, he was desperately clawing at his hands. He felt like he was going to die. In that one moment, all trust he'd had for Saihara, all the love and affection he'd felt towards him, seemed to vanish just for those few seconds. However, when Shuichi was finally done with him, yet still had him pinned firmly by the throat, all of the love came rushing back.

He loved it when Shuichi hurt him. He loved the feeling of being choked by the tall, perverted man. He wanted it. He wanted more so fucking badly. He loosened his grip on Shuichi's hands and looked up at him with a blank expression, his face flushed. Saihara's expression turned into one of disappointment as he drew himself away, taking his hands off of Kokichi's throat. "You're mine, Kokichi. You belong to me and me only." Saihara's voice was commanding, the sharp words leaving Ouma speechless. Kokichi hesitantly nodded, "...I know." He whispered quietly. Every time Shuichi kissed him, he knew he was his. Saihara had him wrapped tight around his long, skinny fingers.

Shuichi refused to meet his gaze directly. Kokichi could tell he was hurting. He felt horrible. "I want you to stay with me for the rest of the week," Shuichi said coldly, "Your parents wouldn't care, would they?" Kokichi shook his head, "No, they won't care." He'd be willing to stay with Shuichi. Considering what he'd done, it was only fair to the other boy. I probably should avoid Rantaro from now on. I can't risk being around him. I don't want to upset Shuichi. He decided, taking a deep breath.

I can't believe the mess I've gotten myself wrapped up in.