stardust_strawberry
His hands, his touch, his movements, his face, everything, everything about him is so gentle and delicate like a flower, a small flower growing in a giant forest of softness. Or at least, that's what he showed to Kokichi Ouma, because, to some other people, those flower hands were like the devil's hands, to be more specific, to the people who got in the way of his eternal love, for the previously mentioned disaster boy.
General TW: Gorey descriptions of death, manipulation. If any chapter requires a different trigger warning it'll be mentioned at the start, and be marked with a ⚠️ in the title
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Postgame fanfic
Yandere Shuichi x Kokichi
Unfinished