💚amaguji oneshots💚

💎~hh actually cant think of a title

sorry for the late updates!! im not the best writer so my brain doesn't think of ideas too often... whoops

BUT! to the people reading this awful book-- thank you for putting up with this

basic context: scene kid au! rantaro works at a hot topic with kokichi and korekiyo works as a hair stylist

NO ONE POV:

tacky.

if rantaro could describe his job in one word; it would be tacky.

sure, it's where the emo's and wannabe scene kids meet up to play bad music and buy band tee shirts. you think rantaro would fit right in.

not neccesarily.

the boy rests his chin among his hand, dozing off and letting the loud thumping of the speakers slowly fade into white noise. the chattering and cheering of high school kids looking for an outfit to wear soon became nothing but noise. the customers often matched rantaro's vibe, dyed hair and plenty of piercing, decorated head to toe in colorful beaded bracelets and fishnet stockings.

he tugs lightly on his hair, causing the bangs to spring up playfully. at the moment, his hair was dyed green, fading into a teal at the tips. rantaro often got bored with just one color; changing his hair whenever it grew too long or the color faded. much to the dismay of his rowdy coworker.

kokichi ouma.

the not-so-beloved coworker often giggled and pointed out every new look rantaro pulled off. kokichi would mention how he could never just stick to one lifestyle, one look, one outfit. always changing.

this often earned a smack on the back of the head, causing kokichi to whine and pout.

rantaro couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of his obnoxious friend. he started to close his eyes, slowly relaxing and falling into a peaceful trance...

until-

"hey! hey, amami! rantaro! dumb bitch!!" a voice called out.

speak of the devil.

he quickly snaps up at the daze, spotting kokichi standing next to a man much, much taller than him. almost like a father and his son. kokichi flicks him in the forehead, causing rantaro to cross his eyes.

"ah! shit... sorry about that."

"amami, can you please deal with him? pretty please?~" he whines, leaning dramatically forward on the counter, causing the green haired boy to step back a bit.

he eyes the both of them. kokichi was decorated in bright colors, checkered patterns and mismatched fishnet stocking gloves. his hair was purple, with an eye-bleeding bright pink at the tips, almost like rantaro's. they were close, so they both often shared similar features. the bright beaded bracelets rantaro made for the both of them, the dyed hair kokichi insisted would turn heads, the matching eyebrow piercings they did together as a dare.

how chaotic.

the other man, however, looked different.

his style was much darker, almost gothic. he wore his long, dark blue hair up in a ponytail, the sides of his bangs let down to frame his face. black ripped jeans with dark stockings underneath, sharing a small glimpse of the pale skin below. large platform shoes that caused him to tower over others, giving an intimidating appearance. rantaro couldn't help but gulp.