Chapter Text
A group of students sitting around one of Hope Peak’s many dining halls on a Friday night was nothing new. But with Kokichi Ouma around, anything ordinary seeming quickly warped into chaos.
“Alright, listen up everyone!” Kokichi said suddenly, pulling the bottle out from behind his back. “We’re going to play a game.”
“What type of game?” The Ultimate Assassin shot him a reproachful glare.
“Jeez, calm down Maki-Roll. It’s just Spin the Bottle, or is killer girl scared no one will want to kiss her.”
If looks could kill, Kokichi would be deader than Kiyo’s sister. Welp maybe that’s a little harsh.
“Angie thinks that’s a great idea!” The Ultimate Artist beamed at the Little Leader and threw her arms in the air. Startling a half-asleep Himiko.
“I, for once, agree.” To everyone’s surprise, it was Kiyo who assented the Blonde’s excitement. “Spin the Bottle is an excellent way to decode everyone’s interpersonal connections, and it has anthropological roots in-“
“Jeez. Spin the damn bottle, Shota, before Frankenstein makes Spin the Bottle frigid.”
Kokichi nodded, his face lighting up with mischievous glee as he settled between Kaede and Rantaro, who was eyeing him with a curious expression.
He spun the bottle and with bated breath the class waited to see who it would land on. To Kokichi’s amusement, it landed on Miu, who cackled with delight. The two friends had made out a few times when they were drunk and always enjoyed taunting about one another’s shoddy kissing the next day.
Both of them put on a show for their class. With exaggerated moaning, lip biting, and excessive tongue to boot. The reactions elicited from their class from this performance made it a hundred percent worth it. Gonta was blushing with his hands over his eyes, the gentle giant wasn’t used to such explicit displays. Angie squealed in delight, Kirumi, Tenko and Maki’s lips were pursed in silent disapproval, and to Kokichi’s bewilderment, Kaito, Shuichi and Rantaro were looking at him with an unreadable expression. How strange.
“Not bad kissing for a two-dollar hooker.” Kokichi said casually, twirling a strand of hair in between his fingers. “Spin the Bottle, whore!”
With a mock salute, Miu did so, and it landed on Kiibo, who blushed. Well, he blushed as well as a robot could. Miu’s eyes sparkled in delight, and it looked like if she wasn’t careful a nosebleed would start any moment. “Kiss the Tinman. Maybe he’ll turn into a real man!”
“Kyahaha, if I’m Dorothy, then you’re my little lapdog.”
“Will you get on with it.” Kaito snapped.
“Woah calm down Homota. I know you want to plough Cockichi but don’t take your frustrations out on me.” Miu quipped back, cackling with delight as the Astronaut didn’t reply to the accusation. “C’mere Kiibs.”
But in one swift movement, Kiibo face, was cradled by Miu’s hands, and she was sticking her tongue down his throat(?) Most of the class turned away in embarrassment at the scene, but Kokichi and Angie encouraged the Inventor, and eventually they finished up.
“Alright. Kiibs is uh, a little out of service.” The Inventor guffawed and thrusted the bottle into Angie’s chest, who was sitting cross-legged next to her. “Your turn to spin, Ang.”
Angie placed her hands in a prayer and spun the bottle. Fifteen pairs of eyes (Kiibo was still frazzled) watched the bottle whip around the small circle, with the exception of Angie, Miu, and Kokichi nervous looks were etched onto everyone’s face. The bottle slowed, and it was pointing to Kokichi.
Kokichi blew a kiss to Angie as he crawled to the centre of the circle with the Artist following suit. They both laughed and kissed quickly before returning to the perimeter. From the corner of his eye, he saw Kaito look more crestfallen than Kokichi had ever seen him. “Kaitooo what’s wrong? You’re being mopey and boring.”
“Hey!” To Kokichi’s relief, a fire returned to the Astronaut’s eye at the insult. A boring Kaito is the most annoying Kaito.
“Alrighty then, my turn again!” Kokichi delicately spun the bottle, watching it complete rotation after rotation as it slowly lost its momentum. It landed on Kaito, who had been acting odd the entire night. “God, Kaito looks like it’s your lucky day. I don’t usually participate in the Make A Wish Foundation, but you’re such a charity case I can’t help but pity you.”
“S-shut the fuck up.” But the Astronaut’s warning didn’t have its usual bite. They both made their way to the middle of the circle and stood there in silence for a few seconds. Kaito was determinedly looking at anything but him, so Kokichi took matters into his own hands.
“God, you’re such a virgin.” Kokichi tutted, and went onto his tippie toes, planting a kiss on the taller boy’s lips. Despite the minimalism of the act, this kiss felt different to the multitude he shared with Miu, and the one he shared with Angie. Something warm was stirring in his chest, and Kokichi felt like he was on Cloud-Nine as he walked back to his spot between Kaede and Rantaro. The Blonde was smiling at him widely, laughing slightly. The Adventurer on the other hand looked disgruntled about something but allowed Kokichi to sit down without comment.
The next few rounds passed with minimal fanfare. Kaito’s spin landed on Kirumi, who politely told Miu to “be quiet” after the Inventor shrieked that “Moanmomota has a Mummy kink”. The Maid’s turn ended with her kissing a blushing Tenko after ensuring the taller girl’s consent at least a dozen times. To her disgust, Tenko had to kiss “Degenerate Avocado” in turn, which was her codename for Rantaro, who tried his best to not cross anymore of the fuming Akido Master’s boundaries.
Now it was the designated pretty boy of the class’ turn to play. Kokichi noticed that most of the girls seemed more interested than usual now that it was his turn. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Rantaro being tailed by at least a dozen swooning Reserve Course girls, and it wasn’t like the Main Course girls weren’t seeing the appeal either. Kokichi, meanwhile, was a part of the school that were Rantaro’s silent admirers. Even though Kokichi’s feelings for the Adventurer were overwhelmingly platonic, Rantaro’s looks were still a constant, distracting factor at play.
Well, about those feelings being overwhelmingly platonic… Kokichi’s insides jolted with excitement as the bottle paused on him.
“Seriously, again? Is your butt plug magnetic or something?” Miu cackled at her joke. But Kokichi tuned her voice out. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears as he turned to Rantaro on his left. Very much like how Kaito was when they kissed, Kokichi couldn’t stand the thought of looking at the Adventurer. A soft hand on his chin lifted his head upwards, and before the Little Leader knew it. He was kissing the Greenette. The other boy’s lips felt luxuriously soft on his, and similarly to Kaito, a warm feeling was circulating through his chest. The pair were in their own little bubble, as they kissed again and again. Unlike with Miu, this enthusiasm wasn’t acted. Kokichi felt like he was drowning in a vast ocean, and Rantaro’s lips were his only lifeline. It wasn’t until Miu loudly wolf whistled in his ear that he pulled away. His gaze quickly left Rantaro’s face and swept around the silent room. The whole class was looking at him. With the exception of Kaito and Shuichi who had exceptionally painful looks on their face.
Kaede made a not-so-subtle gesture and the whole class minus Kaito, Rantaro, and Shuichi exited the premise. Maki shot him a particularly venomous look as she exited, helped along by an exasperated looking Kaede. Kokichi’s ears were still ringing from Miu’s antics when Shuichi walked up to him, and without warning kissed him. Leaving the usually stoic Kokichi stunned as his mind tried to work out what had just happened. He definitely didn’t mind Shuichi kissing him, in fact he had been harbouring affection for the Detective ever since he had met him, but the Detective’s next comment peeved him.
“There, now we’re even.”
“What the hell man, you kissed him without asking.” It was the first time Kokichi had seen Kaito mad at his precious Shuichi. And the lilac eyed boy looked pissed.
“I can speak for myself, you know.” Kokichi snapped, drawing the attention of the three taller boys. He took a moment to try and compose himself and tried to draw up as much Kirumi energy as he could, before he continued. “I know I’m irresistible, but seriously? Did all three of you have to have a crush on me? I guess it can’t be helped but-“
“But what?” Kaito grunted, the ferocity of his scowl was diminished significantly by the flush which had spread down to his neck. “Who said I had a crush on you?”
“You’re blushing, can barely look at me, and you kissed me without complaint. The closet is glass Momo-Chan.”
The Astronaut tried to stammer out a rebuttal to the smaller boy’s conclusion, but no noise escaped his mouth. It was like they were in outer space, and Kaito’s protestations were being sucked into the empty vacuum of space.
“So let me get this straight.” Rantaro began, trying to fill in the gaping silence.
“What about this is straight?” Kokichi asked innocently, titling his head to the side in his signature style.
“Good point,” The Adventurer chuckled slightly before his voice took on a more serious note. “All three of us have feelings for you,” Rantaro paused slightly when Kaito had spluttered out in surprise at the accusation, “oh come on Kaito, you can’t exactly deny it after the show you put on.”
“Well of course you do.” Kokichi said simply, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “But you’ve put me in a precarious position. It would break my heart to break any of my subordinates’ hearts.”
“Who’re you calling a subordinate?”
“Neeheehee. You didn’t deny it.” Kokichi teased the Astronaut, whose face took on a more aggressive scarlet tone.
“How are we going to do this? We can’t all be with you, no offense Rantaro or Kaito but I don’t fancy a polyamorous situation.”
“None taken.” Rantaro smiled pleasantly, but Kokichi could glimpse at the Adventurer’s anxiety. It seemed none of them were going down with a fight.
“How about this?” Kokichi said, trying to cut through the palpable tension. “I guess have feelings for each of you, as fleeting as those feelings may be. My proposal is that I go on a date with each of you over the Christmas-New Year’s period and whoever I like the most after this round of dates gets to date me. But be warned, a courtship with the Ultimate Supreme Leader can’t be overturned once started.”
The three boys nodded, finding the terms agreeable. Kokichi’s thinly veiled attempt was easily parsed by the three of them. In simple terms the Little Leader was saying that whoever won was agreeing to spend the rest of the lives with the cryptic boy. To most, the intensity of the agreement would scare them off, but the three Ultimates understood. If Kokichi was choosing to trust you, it meant he had full faith in you, a gift he reserved for few and far between. And if you ever did something to betray this trust so help you Atua…
“Alrighty then. May the Dating Games begin!”