Who We Were Before

We were what?

"So, you said there's a lot to talk about? How about we start with that then."

Kokichi didn't even know where he could possibly start. He never exactly imagined he'd be in a situation where he had to explain to the boy he had a massive crush on that they had a very intimate relationship before the killing game. Suddenly Kokichi felt like he had lost the ability to breathe.

"Woah, hey Kokichi are you alright?" Shuichi's words were laced with worry. "Are you okay? You're super red and you're hyperventilating!"

Oh great so he was blushing too. This was going off to a fantastic start. Kokichi tried desperately to switch into his confident persona he had during the game but it was no use, he was too panicked for the mask to form. Helpless, he decided to gesture vaguely at the pictures on the walls before burying his flushed face in his hands and hoping that Shuichi's detective skills could do the explaining for him. God in times like these he really wished he had his scarf back to hide his face in.

Peeking through his fingers, Kokichi watched as Shuichi's golden eyes flickered from picture to picture, his eyes widening and his face growing gradually pinker with each image he looked at. When his face was just as red as Kokichi's felt, he turned to the smaller boy, trying to gauge his reaction through the gaps in his fingers as he nervously reached his hand up to the back of his neck.

"So-so that's why you told me n-not to look at the pictures?" Kokichi nodded, his face still buried in his hands. He couldn't bare for his crush to see him in such a flustered state. He was Kokichi Ouma for crying out loud. He was the Ultimate Supreme Leader who exuded confidence 24/7. And yet this sweet and shy detective was turning him into a flustered stuttering mess without even saying a word! He hadn't even told him that their past selves had been intimate, and pretty kinky if the pictures on his own phone were any indication. He forced the words to come out of his mouth.

"Th-theres another reason," he squeaked out, mentally cursing himself at how much he was stuttering. He had to say it. Shuichi deserved to know. Just spit out the rest of the sentence and get it over with.

"When I looked through my photos I found some ones of us being...intimate." Shuichi's mouth dropped open in shock, which caused Kokichi to giggle just slightly at the hilarious look on the taller boy's face. The detective's face was completely red now and it filled Kokichi with a burst of confidence.

"Are you shocked Shumai? Dang you should be glad you were able to get some of this hot bod of mine. We were also pretty kinky from what I could see, there were a lot of  compromising pictures of you in these really sexy and skimpy-"

Kokichi trailed off when he saw the look of absolute horror and embarrassment on the taller boy's face. He immediately turned away, his confidence completely gone as the realization of what he had just said hit him like a freight train. I fucked up, he thought to himself. Fuck I need to fix this.

"Shit Shuichi I'm sorry that was way too far. I don't know what came over me there and I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I promise you I already deleted all of those pictures from my phone. I'm sorry I won't bring it up again. I'm so fucking sorry."

When he gathered enough courage to look at Shuichi again, he was surprised to see a genuine look of shock on his face. Kokichi looked at him in confusion, his head cocked to the side like a small puppy in a way that Shuichi found oddly adorable (though he would never admit that out loud).

"Sorry," Shuichi started, his face full of embarrassment. "It's just I've never heard you apologize before and I wasn't expecting you to-"

"-delete the pictures?" Kokichi finished for him, slightly saddened at the idea that Shuichi didn't trust him. Though it's not like he couldnt blame him.