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disclaimer; light smut. please see the A/N at the end, and enjoy!


Knock, knock, knock.

The door to Shuichi's room sounded over and over again. As he slowly let his eyes drift apart, weary from his hypnagogic state, he glanced over at the large metal door that was shaking from the increasingly powerful bangs. Lazily, he dragged himself out of the warm spot he had created in the bed and forced himself to the door. Wiping the sleep away from his eyes with his free-hand, he twisted the knob and swung the door open, only to reveal Kokichi with a look of frustration in his eyes.

"Finally. I was beginning to think you got yourself killed or something." Kokichi whined, forcing himself past Shuichi and stepping into the room. Shuichi paused, blinking hard. His logical thinking was still asleep, and the sudden change of the warm, fluorescent lighting in the hallway caused his head to begin pounding. 'Is this a dream?' he thought, before pushing the door quietly shut and spinning to face his classmate. Kokichi, confidently dropped his body onto the end of the bed.

"Kokichi…? What are you-"

"I got bored." he quickly interrupted, leaning back on his elbows. "'Figured you'd be up."

"I wasn't." Shuichi responded, crassly. His attention was caught by a loud rumble seeming to come from above, though with no windows or any real sense of location, it was difficult to tell. "Is it storming? Geez, it must be bad if we can hear it through the dome— Kokichi?" Shuichi cut himself off as he glanced at the other, who had quickly shifted from his usual phlegmatic self to something that resembled a child; clenching bunches of my bed sheets in his fists and trembling like the flame of a burning candle. Shuichi walked nervously towards him, apprehensive around the seemingly manipulative boy.

"What's the matter? Why are you-" he began to interrogate as it clicked in his brain. "Oh, are you scared of thunder?"

Kokichi's eyes sprung open and flooded with embarrassment, as if he didn't even realize he'd let his guard down. Quickly, he relaxed his wrists and straightened out his back, sitting up straight with a smile. "Nah, it was a lie."

Shuichi was wary. His reaction to the noise seemed genuine, and lying about something so simple was seemingly pointless- unless of course, Kokichi was just using this as leverage for some future scheme. Though, Shuichi's suspicions were proven correct when another loud grumble of thunder sounded, and Kokichi let out a heavy gasp, and turned his head away. Shuichi sighed.

"Did you come here because you're afraid?" he asked, warily dropping down on the bed beside him. He looked at the lines in his hands, vision still blurry from his short slumber. Kokichi said nothing, only shifting further away from Shuichi. It was definitely surreal seeing the Ultimate Supreme Leader in such a vulnerable state, and it put Shuichi in a completely new territory. He took a deep breath, attempting to let his thoughts catch up with his brain. 'How do parents usually deal with this kind of stuff?'

With apprehension, Shuichi sighed. "I guess it can't be helped." He stood up and strode towards the side of his bed, sitting down on the right side and throwing his body under the covers in one quick motion. It felt odd not being in the middle of the bed, but he brushed it off. This was partly to comfort the quivering boy, too scared to actually ask for his help, but it was also partly because Shuichi just wanted to go back to sleep. Kokichi watched him the entire time with curious eyes.

"Come on, then." Shuichi blurted, grabbing the other side of the comforter and pulling it towards him, revealing the empty space for the other's body. Kokichi didn't say anything. He looked as if he were regretting asking for help, but that didn't seem true, as he slowly stood up and waddled over to the left side of the bed.

"You— can't be very comfortable in those clothes." Shuichi noted as he looked back at the boy, who was still wearing his Ultimate uniform. Covered in buckles and zippers, and a small chain by his shoulder. "You should probably take that off."

"Is- that okay?" Kokichi inquired, looking back at him. Shuichi only closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into the pillow. 'It's only weird if I make it weird' Shuichi told himself, 'So don't.'

"It doesn't bother me, as long as you actually go to sleep." he replied between relaxed breaths.

"I will," Kokichi said as he reached up slowly to untie his scarf, before stripping off his jacket with it, leaving him in just an undershirt and a long pair of gray boxers. Kokichi climbed into the bed, breathing heavily and snuggling his head against the pillow. Shuichi adjusted himself after a minute or two, twitching his body around the soft sheets, before opening his eyes and realizing that Kokichi's face was just centimeters away from his own. He was unaware before of Kokichi's warm, hurried breath brushing against his chin, and the fact that he didn't seem to mind all that much sent a weird chill up his back.

Shuichi had almost fallen back asleep a few times, but was continuously woken back up by Kokichi jolting up every time thunder would flash. At this point he had given up. It seemed like Kokichi needed him more than he needed sleep. Familiar, yet stronger rumbling was heard from outside, and Kokichi jumped, practically into Shuichi's chest. His body was trembling, breath bated, and he let out a small groan of fear.

"Sorry…" he admitted quietly, as he opened his eyes, realizing how close they had become. Before he could shift back to his side of the bed, Shuichi calmly and apprehensively wrapped his arm around Kokichi's back, pulling him closer. He didn't know why- but it felt like the right thing to do. Kokichi was startled at the sudden contact, but seemed to manage any festering reactions.

"Can I ask you something?" Shuichi asked suddenly, taking the attention away from the sudden physical contact. Kokichi exhaled deeply and let his eyes flutter closed, feeling the warmth of their bodies radiating off of each other. He blushed, but managed to bury his face before Shuichi had noticed.

"What is it?" he accepted.

"Why did you come to me?" Shuichi asked, catching him off guard. "I mean, I was the first person you came to, right? You seemed pretty persistent on me answering…"

Kokichi opened his eyes once again, yet averted them away, searching through the darkness of the room. The only available light was a red flash coming from the obnoxiously large monitor in the corner, and it was just enough to make out the subtle expressions on Shuichi's face.

"Is this an interrogation, detective? In that case, I'd like a lawyer." he joked in a sarcastic tone, a lazy attempt to avoid the question, though Shuichi wouldn't allow it, waiting silently for an answer. "You hate me less than everyone else."

That took Shuichi aback; it wasn't the answer he expected, although he really couldn't imagine any honest answer coming out of Kokichi's mouth."Nobody hates you, and neither do I. You just—" Shuichi paused, searching for the right words. "You frustrate me."

"I'm supposed to be the liar, remember?" Kokichi spouted, tilting his chin up slightly to catch a glimpse of the eyes staring back down at him.

"I'm not lying." Shuichi said firmly. He hadn't realized that he began nervously pinching at the back of Kokichi's shirt. "Why would I let you sleep in my bed otherwise?"

"I guess that's a good point," the smaller boy replied, clutching the end of the blanket and pulling it higher onto himself. Quietly, in the hopes of being missed, he whispered, "You're the only one who can see through me." It was almost hard for him to admit; allowing someone else to hold that power of truth, but being here, alone with Shuichi gave him an odd feeling of security that he couldn't explain.

Shuichi stayed stiff as a board, staring aimlessly around Kokichi's face. "Well, I'm a detective. I pick things up."

"Like what?" Kokichi pondered, likely attempting to get information on the other students. With a slight roll of the eyes, Shuichi thought about what information not to share.

"Well," he began. "I predicted that both Maki and Kirumi weren't exactly who they said they were…"

"And, what about me?" Kokichi cut in, quickly. His voice held fear, as if he needed to know the answer but desperately didn't want to. It must be second nature for him to be… isolated.

"I know that you act as if you're fearless."

Kokichi let out a quiet sigh that seemed like a mix of defeat and self-pity. "You're right." he said quietly, dipping his head back down, breathing in the scent of Shuichi's shirt. "I'm scared of a lot."

Shuichi let his eyes wander down the boy's body. It seemed so out of character for him- Admitting to weakness; Admitting to fear. It was like a whole new person laying there— but maybe this was Kokichi's real self? Just how far was he willing to go? Shuichi inhaled, taking a chance. "What else are you afraid of?"

"It's all… irrational. It's embarrassing."

"Yet, you can't seem to stop telling me the truth." Shuichi said. He caught himself moving his fingers, now lightly tracing them around in circles on Kokichi's back in time with the breaths he took.

Kokichi wanted to deny, or make some sarcastic remark, but Shuichi's soft voice and each tingle waving through his back as fingertips grazed it made him feel like he couldn't say anything but the truth. "Shuichi, have you ever… kissed someone?"

That surprised Shuichi. In all honesty, he hadn't expected something so mundane to cause such a burden to Kokichi. The answer was no- well, kind of. Shuichi remembered his days in elementary school. He was never the most popular kid, but he managed to find his own group of friends, who indulged in childish games like truth or dare— but he had never had a real kiss. One that meant something.

"That's what you're afraid of? That's preposterous. You seem so— self-assured." he answered, choosing his words carefully.

"I know, it's stupid," Kokichi began, glancing up towards Shuichi. "I just wouldn't know where to start." As the two boys quietly let their eyes wander around the dark room, they eventually found each other. Instinctively, Shuichi looked away, but his eyes dragged right back down like a magnet. He caught a glimpse of himself in the shine of Kokichi's purple irides, and was suddenly aware of the fact that he looked like a mess; His usually pristine hair was messy and flopping all over the place, and the protruding dark circles beneath his eyes made him look as if he hadn't slept in days, but most of all, his face was flushed and red, and he couldn't decipher why.

"Well," Shuichi began, honestly. "I guess you just have to grab them, softly… and enthrall them."

Kokichi noticed that the fingers drawing gentle circles had now grasped around the back of his shirt. Shuichi's eye's had wandered off, zoned out, barely aware of what he was even saying. He was too deep into his thoughts for the embarrassment to catch him.

Kokichi saw his chance.

In a swift motion, he flipped his body around, pushing Shuichi back onto the bed so the weight of his own body lay over the other's. He gently placed his left hand on Shuichi's waist, his right hand running up through his messy hair, and trailing back down to cup his cheek. "Like this?" he mumbled.

Shuichi was staggered; unable to move, or even really think. What happened to the fear in Kokichi's eyes? What happened to the vulnerable little kid, trembling from the weather?

"Kokichi…" was all that he managed to get out. He didn't know what to do or what to say, he only managed to grasp Kokichi's shirt tighter and let his breathing pick up.

"I'm not doing it wrong, am I? You look pretty enthralled to me." Kokichi teased, though he was correct. Shuichi was completely captivated. He wanted to argue, but Kokichi's skin was so soft against his own, it silenced him. That quick change of attitude was terrifying, but it was also really exciting.

"Was this all a lie so I would kiss you?" Shuichi managed to ask. He acted aloof towards Kokichi, though he couldn't bring himself to be bothered by the situation. After being trapped in this place for so long- After losing so many people… He could use a little affection.

"It wasn't all lies," Kokichi snickered quietly, bringing his face so close to Shuichi's that they seemingly exchanged breaths. "But I didn't plan on this."

"Then why are you-" Kokichi cut him off, quickly moving closer and pressing his lips against Shuichi's slightly parted ones. Shuichi was genuinely shocked that he had actually gone through with it. Kokichi loved to play things up; have fun. He let a grunt of surprise slip out as the two connected, which was muffled by the other's lips. Kokichi pushed himself harder against Shuichi, in order to prevent him from pulling away, even though he showed no resistance. Kokichi was the Ultimate Supreme Leader. He probably liked the dominance. He pulled away briefly, only to see the look on baffled Shuichi's face. "Am I doing it right?".

"I-I-" Shuichi stuttered, nervous and shocked at the fact that Kokichi's lips were much softer than he had expected. Slowly processing and coming to his senses, Shuichi put up a small struggle, as his body was caged in. "Why are you doing this to me? Are you planning something?" Shuichi scowled, but Kokichi liked it. It made him feel as if he had a sense of supremacy.

"I would never lie to you about something like this," he replied, dragging his hand up Shuichi's body, catching it on the hem of his shirt and tugging it upwards ever so slightly. Shuichi shuddered at his warm, merciless touch, but couldn't bring himself to stop it. Kokichi was never honest; Why should Shuichi believe him now? But Kokichi brought their faces closer once again, forcing Shuichi's eyes onto his. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Y-Yes…" Shuichi muttered, but it was obvious to the both of them that he didn't. He tried to look away from Kokichi's forceful gaze, but he had this glint in his eye that was almost hypnotizing. Kokichi raised his hand even higher, and traced his finger along Shuichi's jaw line, stopping on his chin and pulling him so close that they're lips touched as he spoke.

"You're a bad liar, Saihara." he said, before pushing their lips together once more. Shuichi grasped the back of Kokichi's shirt, but this time, didn't put up a fight. He succumbed to Kokichi's power, allowing him to move his lips however he wanted.

Shuichi let a heavy breath slip out as Kokichi's hands continued to explore, dragging along the length of his stomach, waist, and arms. When he thought about it, Shuichi was more surprised that he had given in so quickly, than the fact that Kokichi was actually doing this.

"Wait-" Shuichi said suddenly, pushing hard against the pillow below him to just barely separate them. His own lips were dry, and Kokichi's stuck to them as they pulled apart. "The cameras," he breathed.

"What about them?" Kokichi asked, looking up at the few cameras in the corners of the room.

"If Monokuma or the kubs saw us, they'd…" Shuichi trailed off, imagining everyone's reactions if they discovered a tape of him making out with Kokichi in the middle of the night. What would Kaito and Maki think…? To them, Shuichi was literally 'fraternizing with the enemy'.

"You're right. They could use it as a motive," Kokichi agreed, looking around. 'Right, that too.' Shuichi thought, letting out a breath. It was already a little too late, but he hoped that it was too dark in the room for the cameras to catch him. Kokichi took his hands off of Shuichi's body and grabbed the comforter, pulling it swiftly over their bodies. "There."

Shuichi shifted, feeling the enclosed air immediately grow warm. "Isn't it a little hot under here?"

"What's wrong with a little sweat?" Kokichi teased. In the dark, Shuichi couldn't tell what kind of look was on his face but either way, the comment excited him. The absence of Kokichi's lips on his own began to bother him. Their semi-intertwined legs gave him a sense of perspective, and he was able to trail back up to Kokichi's face, cupping around the crown of his head and pulling it down to him. Their lips connected with a crash, and this time, Kokichi was the one who was surprised. Shuichi really had no clue what he was doing, but his desire overpowered any sense of embarrassment that might have been building up. However, Kokichi still urged to be the one in power— he needed it. He quickly flipped his leg over Shuichi's and shifted himself upwards so he was propped up on Shuichi's lap. Shuichi inhaled sharply at the sudden change, but didn't mind it. He never would've imagined himself doing something like this in here; Especially not with Kokichi— but there was just something so addictive about the way that his lips moved.

Kokichi pulled away slightly and placed his finger on Shuichi's chin, pushing it to the side before going in on his neck. Shuichi tensed up as the soft feeling of lips pressing against his sensitive skin sent tingles all throughout his body. Kokichi kissed him up and down, loving the way he jumped and twitched; the submission to his touch. Shuichi let out a soft moan of pleasure as Kokichi trailed his tongue up his neck and let his teeth softly close down on his earlobe.

Kokichi pulled back, and brought his face to Shuichi's again. Instead of kissing him, he chuckled. "What?" Shuichi asked, breathless.

Kokichi smiled, reaching up to touch Shuichi's face. "Your moans are pretty cute." It was pitch black under the blanket, yet the bliss was almost illuminating off of Shuichi as he blushed, and Kokichi could catch glimpses of his golden eyes. The boys were both breathing against each other, and in this position, their bodies couldn't possibly be closer together.

"Kokichi," Shuichi began with a gulp, beginning to feel more comfortable under the power of the smaller boy. "You said you'd go to sleep."

"Are you surprised that I lied?" he replied sarcastically. Shuichi let out a laugh so faint, it was merely a breath, and dropped his head, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He could only make out small fragments of Kokichi's face, but it was enough.

"I've never… done anything like this." Shuichi admitted, quite honestly, though he knew it wouldn't come as much of a shock.

Kokichi dipped his head towards Shuichi's, and placed a long, tamed kiss on his lips. "Do you like being dominated?" he asked in a whisper.

Shuichi couldn't help but smile, embarrassed and flustered beyond belief. It was never something he had even thought of before, but the answer came clearly and quickly to him. All he could manage to do was nod, to which Kokichi smile gleamed. He straightened his back slightly, before placing both hands on Shuichi's shoulder and pushing him down, harder against the mattress

"Wanna know something?" Kokichi asked, glaring somewhat menacingly down at the boy.

Shuichi's calmed breath picked up again. Nervously, he gripped the bedsheet beside him. "What is it?"

Dropping his head down, passing Shuichi's lips, Kokichi breathed against his cheekbone, slowly and teasingly trailing kisses along his skin until he reached his ear. He softly whispered, "I'm not afraid of thunder."


A/N; heya, thanks for reading ! this was super fun to write, and i'd honestly love to continue this into a smut fic! i'd love to know if that's something you'd enjoy, or if i should maybe just leave it as a one-shot. thank you for your input and time, and i hope you enjoyed