When the detective awoke that next morning he felt… balanced. As if he had finally received something to weigh out all the chaos of being trapped in this hell. He awoke earlier than the morning alarm and decided not to let himself drift back to sleep, instead he left his limp arm draped over Kokich's waist and aimlessly observed the back of his scruffed-up purple locks. Then, his mind began to wander.

'What now?' he thought, biting the inside of his cheek. 'What does this mean for us?' He began to wonder about what Kokichi wanted, more than he wanted himself. Once a 'ding' and the irritating, robotic voices of the Monokubs began ringing throughout the room, Kokichi shifted awake, greeting Shuichi with only a stretch and an over-joyous, "Morning!" They talked as they woke up together, Shuichi awkwardly and unsure, and Kokichi confidently, as if he already had the answers to the other's questions before they were spoken.

"You sure seemed to have fun, Shuichi. Should I come back tonight?" he asked, beaming. Shuichi was still apprehensive- Kokichi was cunning, in both definitions of the word, but as he pushed closer into Shuichi's chest and stared up at him with such a hopeful glimmer in his eyes, Shuichi couldn't deny what he wanted.

"What's goin' on, Shuichi? You're slackin' today!" Kaito pestered as he climbed to his feet, brushing the gravel and dirt off his jacket. He had just finished his set of 100 push-ups for the night. Most days Shuichi didn't have much trouble keeping up, usually only a couple behind his stronger friend, but his body was exhausted today and he trudged behind at 72.

"I— didn't get much sleep last night." he babbled, dropping his body limp to the ground, feeling pebbles push into his sore muscles. His clothes had gotten some dirt on them, but he didn't care much as he was covered in sweat already. Kaito took a swig from the water bottle he had snatched from the warehouse, before squatting down and placing it beside Shuichi.

"Well, don't push yourself too hard," he said, giving the other an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "It'd suck if you ended up sick or somethin'."

Shuichi hastily grabbed the water, thankful for the sense of relief, and chugged some back. "Thanks, Kaito. I won't," he replied, wiping the few escaped droplets off his chin. With an exchange of goodbyes and a lazy high-five, Kaito was off, leaving Shuichi to gaze up at the faux stars that lay behind a gigantic glass dome. His breathing slowly normalized, but his heart was still racing from pushing himself in an attempt to keep up. Though, his serene moment of stargazing was cut short with an odd feeling of déjà vu.

"Finallyyy," Kokichi whined from across the courtyard. Shuichi jumped at the sudden voice, a strange feeling somewhat like guilt rising in his chest as if he were caught doing something wrong. Kokichi skipped confidently towards him.

"You scared me," Shuichi offered, pushing himself up to sit straight. He looked up at Kokichi, who only smirked back down at him.

"Aww, how could I ever scare you?" he purred, extending his hand out. Shuichi hesitantly accepted, before being forcefully pulled to his feet. It surprised him how much strength Kokichi put into that one pull; He may look scrawny, but he clearly had some muscle under that jacket.

"How long were you waiting there?" Shuichi asked, flashing a smile in response.

"Not very long," Kokichi answered, placing his hand on Shuichi's rolled up sleeve and grazing his fingertip along the bare skin below it, covering his whole arm in tingles. His voice switched to a low hush. "Unfortunately."

'Is… that a lie?' Shuichi thought, biting his lip in hopes that the faint red tint would escape his cheeks. His eyes darted around the courtyard, nervous to meet Kokichi's in more adequate lighting than before. It was somewhat baffling; He was covered in dusty gravel, and his hair, skin and clothes were all damp with sweat, yet Kokichi still eyed him up and down as if he were glowing.

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Shuichi joked, not realizing how flirtatious it actually came off. Something in Kokichi broke, indicated by the subtle jolt in his muscles and his grin dropping to a straight-faced, intimidating stare. He moved his hand from one part of Shuichi's shirt to the other, grabbing it by the collar and tugging hard as he spun. "Come,"

"Woah-!" Shuichi exclaimed at the sudden force, tripping over his feet as he attempted to match Kokichi's hustled pace. Though his eyebrows raised when instead of heading left in the direction of the dormitories, he faced straight towards the school building. He marched up the steps, not even granting Shuichi the chance to speak before he had pushed him through the door.

"Kokichi," he finally said, letting out an exhausted breath and rubbing the back of his neck where the shirt had been digging into his skin. "Aren't you forgetting about the cameras?"

Kokichi only grinned, before turning his direction and walking a few steps down the hall. He stopped before the blue bathroom door, and kicked it open with the back of his foot, catching it with his arm and holding it open. With his heart in his throat, Shuichi stepped forward, that same feeling of excitement and curiosity and nervousness bubbling in his stomach.

As the clicking of the lock echoed off the walls, Shuichi felt the air grow warm. "Why here?" he questioned, leaning his hip against the glossy countertop. It was an odd choice to say the least. No one really used these bathrooms except for Kaito when they trained, and that was only to get refills of water from the faucet.

"Well, obedience," he said, almost threateningly. For such a small person, he sure did have a big hunger for power. Shuichi shuddered. He glanced at their reflections in the mirror as Kokichi slowly walked closer to him. Shuichi towered over the other when standing upright, an entire six inches taller, and since they were laying down last night, he wondered if he'd have to bend over to kiss him like this.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked with a gulp as Kokichi approached. He caught another glimpse of that encapsulating stare. In a change of pace, Kokichi grabbed him by the hip bone, pushing him back against the counter and grabbing the other side in unison. As he stood on his tip-toes he replaced the pressure of his hands with his own hips and trailed his fingers up Shuichi's chest, fiddling with the top button of his shirt. He quickly pulled it open and planted a few gentle kisses on his exposed skin. Shuichi couldn't help but close his eyes and hum upon the touch, immediately falling into the warmth.

"Anyone could be in the school right now, you're gonna have to be quiet," he cooed, inching slowly to Shuichi's lips until he lingered just above them. "And it won't be easy."

Shuichi pondered as he returned the action. It wasn't particularly hard to hold his noises in, the loudest he seemed to get was when Kokichi bit down on the sensitive spots of his skin. Then Kokichi sprawled his hands down the length of his chest and stomach, landing with his fingers looped around the waistband of his pants and boxers. His fingers were frigid and dipped along the grooves of Shuichi's warm hipbones. It clicked in Shuichi's head. He pulled away ambivalently.

"Wait, now? Here?" he asked, trying not to get distracted by the fact that he could feel every subtle move Kokichi made, and there was no doubt that Kokichi was aware, as he continuously changed his level and shifted his weight from side to side. Kokichi snickered as he reached up and cupped the boy's face, dragging his fingers along to the middle of his jaw and clutching it.

"Are you telling me you don't want me to suck your cock?" he husked. His words caused Shuichi's breath to quaver. Did he? He had never done something like that before, but then again, he had said the same thing the previous night, and he seemingly had no regrets. There was no use lying to Kokichi either- he tore down any facade you threw at him. Shuichi couldn't deny that every time Kokichi displayed dominance, it made his mind go hazy. He wanted it, but that didn't stop the apprehension of the first time. Yeah, he was vulnerable with Kokichi last night, but they were performing the same actions. They were on equal grounds. This- felt different.

"I'm just kind of nervous," he muttered through his slightly ajar teeth, feeling his shoulders tense up even more. His wavering glare was stuck on Kokichi's steady, determined one.

"Don't worry," Kokichi said, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on the surface of his lips. "I'll take good care of you." He tugged Shuichi forward again and Shuichi gave in, kissing him back with force, landing his hands on Kokichi's hips. There was something about the way that Kokichi could switch from so tender to so dominant without a second thought that was driving Shuichi mad. Kokichi released his grip, sliding his hand up through Shuichi's messy hair and softly grasping a fistful. He pushed his knee through the space between Shuichi's legs and leaned in, shifting more weight to the area. As they shuffled around, leading their bodies with their overlapping mouths, Shuichi shuddered at every movement. It didn't take long before his body found an ideal pattern and he was grinding himself on Kokichi. He had barely even noticed, too distracted by Kokichi's tongue sliding along the tip of his own. He felt both bodies growing warmer from the movement, and the friction from his obscured, hard dick pushed against Kokichi's leg was growing fast. Shuichi inhaled sharply as he hit a soft spot, sending tingling waves through the pit of his stomach. His eyes snapped open, meeting Kokich's half-lidded ones. Kokichi released the hair in his grasp and took a step back, eyeing the panting boy and giving a short laugh.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself," he imposed, grabbing the hem of Shuichi's pants and promptly slipping the button undone and tugging down the zipper. "That's my job." His voice was possessive, and before Shuichi could even react, he felt a cold wave of air cross his legs as his pants fell to his ankles. He gulped, but he wasn't as terrified as he initially thought he'd be; Every new sensation kept his curiosity in check. Kokichi moved in, switching between pressing kisses and dragging his tongue along Shuichi's neck, collarbone, chest and stomach until his knees dropped to the gritty tile floor. He spread his hand down Shuichi's stomach, raking his fingernails lightly into the skin around his hip bone, and watched as he made the boy twitch. He purred as he brought his face closer to the bulge hidden behind navy-blue boxers, shooting a look up at Shuichi, who was bearing a quivering gaze. He stuck out his tongue and luringly dragged it across the small spot of pre-come that had leaked into the fabric. He was only testing the waters, and Shuichi let out a pleased, audible hum.

"Ah- What did I say?" he said in a seductive tone. "Be good and quiet for me." Shuichi swallowed. He didn't know how he could manage to conceal every reaction like that without covering his own mouth, but unable to break from his stare he nodded.

"I'll try," he replied, to which Kokichi grinned.

"Good boy."

'Good', 'Good boy', 'For him'... those enticed Shuichi beyond his comprehension. Kokichi slipped his fingers between the waistband on each side of his hips, hooking around and sliding the boxers down his legs. Shuichi grimaced at the harsh air engulfing the space around his throbbing dick, which was quickly replaced by Kokichi's hot, steady breath. Kokichi reached around the base of his cock and held it up, beginning to trace circles around the tip with the peak of his tongue. Shuichi immediately had to conceal his groan into a breath, gripping the ends of the countertop at the new sensation. The corners of Kokichi's lips turned into a smug grin, his eyes periodically darting between Shuichi's groin and his fluttering eyes as he continued to tease, wrapping his lips around the tip and performing a mix of suckling and pushing his tongue against the small hole. Shuichi shifted, taking his lip between his teeth as he let out heavy breaths. The tension was so strong, he felt like he was about to break.

"Please…" he carefully muttered under his breath. Though he was told to be quiet, he figured it would please Kokichi; Disobeying only to plead— and he was right, as Kokichi plunged himself further onto Shuichi's cock. Shuichi gasped and his eyes shot open, gazing down at the boy. He was bobbing back and forth, flexing the muscles in his tongue as it glided around his skin. It was getting increasingly harder for Shuichi to conceal his groans. The feeling was almost intoxicating and made his head spin in the best possible way. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and the slicking of Kokichi's wet lips.

Kokichi released his hand, moving it to push down on Shuichi's thigh for balance, and replaced the area with his sliding mouth. Shuichi felt his knees begin to buckle and had to force himself to direct attention towards not toppling over. He wanted to watch but his eyes kept fleeting upwards, only allowing short glances that sent him even deeper into lust. He was average-sized, both in length and girth— according to the internet, but seeing his dick be handled by such a small person made his ego pulse. Not to mention, he thought Kokichi looked adorable. Yes, it was hot, it sent his brain searching through other scenes and positions, but Kokichi was little and frail and seeming to struggle, and he had a light blush topping his cynical grin. As he plunged deeper, engulfing the entirety of Shuichi's cock, Shuichi let out a sharp gasp. He felt his tip bobbing against the back of Kokichi's throat. Kokichi glared up at him, and let out a disapproving hiss that sent vibrations shooting through the base of his shaft. He gripped Shuichi's thigh tighter, slightly digging his nails into his skin. Shuichi took a deep breath and Kokichi continued to pump, as the tension in his abdomen was reaching its limit, whimpers rising to his throat just begging to escape, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Impulsively, he gripped Kokichi by the shoulder.

"Kokichi… I-" he muttered beneath his breath, cutting himself off with another muffled grunt. Though, Kokichi got the point and began to pick up his speed, letting out small muted gags as Shuichi's tip practically bashed into the back of his throat. He began to suck not only with his lips, but with his tongue as Shuichi's dick began to twitch and throb in a more consistent pattern. Shuichi gripped his shoulder as tightly as he possibly could, probably inflicting some kind of pain, but he couldn't help it as he felt himself reach his limit. There was no holding in the deep groan that emerged as he released, letting his come streak down the back of Kokichi's throat. He could feel pleasure shooting through all sides of his cock, and he choked on a breath, shoulders convulsing as he threw his head back in pleasure. Kokichi let out a hum of amusement before pulling back, dragging his lips tightly down the length of his shaft so as to not leave any come behind. He gulped before letting out a heavy pant and glaring up. His eyes were half-lidded and damp, but glimmered with delight. They both sat there, panting and shuddering as Shuichi loosened his grasp on the boy's shoulder and he felt his legs quiver.

Kokichi licked his lips before rising to his feet, his body trembling and breath bated. Shuichi swallowed as he caught his breath letting his shoulders fall and his muscles relax. Kokichi smiled, raising a hand to cup around the crown of Shuichi's head. "That was a lot of come." he husked, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on Shuichi's chin. Shuichi felt bashful about coming so fast— his solo sessions could go for upwards of a half an hour, but this felt unbelievably different in the best possible way. He was still breathless.

"It's been a while," he admitted, a smile creeping onto his parted lips.

"Good," Kokichi whispered, gently raking his fingers through damp, messy hair. "Save it for me." He leaned in, kissing Shuichi gently, to which he returned, almost shuddering at the new taste. His entire body, though exhausted and in desperate need of some rest, was beaming and vibrating with gratification and curiosity. This was something he could surely get used to.

"I will," he muttered as they parted, both smiling. He pressed his forehead against Kokichi's, bending his neck slightly to match the other's height and settling into the moment. It was the most unforeseen thing- Getting a blow job from this boy that he knew nearly nothing about in school encapsulated my tragedy. Though every passing moment he spent intimately with Kokichi grew a sense of security and comfort.

They spent the rest of the night getting some well-needed rest in Kokichi's dorm, half of his chest atop Shuichi's and his legs cradled around Shuichi's waist like a child. Their bodies fit together nicely in those types of positions. The height advantage allowed Shuichi to usually be the top cuddler, but Kokichi still wrapped around his limbs and chest in a possessive, yet comforting way.

Shuichi spent most of the next day with Kirumi, and savoured how equable it turned out to be. Kirumi held such a calm, serene presence, despite being burdened with an overabundance of tasks. He accompanied her with cooking for a few other students who had requested lavish meals, and struggled to keep up with Kirumi's fast-paced demeanor. They chatted aimlessly as they scrubbed dirty dishes, and eventually, with plenty of time before dinner, Shuichi decided to head to the library and attempt to get some research done, despite the distracting, lustful memories that wouldn't stop flashing in and out of his head. He settled into the small wooden chair and began skimming through documents, but before he could get too comfortable, he jumped at the sound of the door creaking behind him.

"Ah, Kaito, it's just you," he said, glancing over relieved as his heart settled. Kaito almost looked bashful as he carefully pushed the door closed behind him.

"Hey man," he began, shifting his eyes to the side. His high-strung aura began to create a pit in Shuichi's stomach- and that pit only grew as Kaito pulled his hand out of his jacket, revealing the small metal water from the previous night. "Got a minute?"