Shuichi took a deep breath as he entered the bar, tugging his sleeves down to hide the blood that had yet to dry. He'd told Rantaro and Kokichi to take Iruma back to the group so he could go off on his own, using the excuse to grab the bucket that'd been left at the stream. Opening the door, he instantly fell to the floor as someone tackled him with a hug, the bucket clattering to the ground.
"Saihara! Ouma and Amami told us everything that happened! You're amazing! I'm so glad we have such an amazing saviour on our side!" Akamatsu beamed, scrambling to let Shuichi stand up.
"Oi, back off my man, hoe!" Kokichi pouted, pushing the two away and clinging to Shuichi's shirt.
"Aren't you dating Amami?" Kiibo asked.
"Yeah, so what? I can have two boyfriends if I want," Kokichi argued, kissing Shuichi's cheek for extra emphasis. Shuichi stuttered incoherently and stared at the ground, his fringe covering his face.
"Uh, well moving on, now that everyone's here, Kiibo and I cooked up some food!" Shirogane smiled, ushering the group further into the studio. Glancing around at the group, Shuichi's veins filled with guilt as he watched them all excitedly grab a serving of stew. No, you're not hungry, just ignore it. Making his way towards the corner, Shuichi picked up a book Rantaro had brought from his home and started reading.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Kokichi chuckled, slipping beside Shuichi with two bowls in hand.
"Watching a movie?" Shuichi placed the book down again to focus on his boyfriends.
"Sarcastic bitch, I love it, nishishi!~" Kokichi giggled, thrusting a bowl of stew into Shuichi's hands. "Eat." Staring at the brown meal, Shuichi felt his heart tear in two.
"Hey, just eat a small amount and take it from there," Rantaro smiled, placing a hand on the man's thigh. Shuichi nodded and grabbed the utensil, placing a spoonful of stew in his mouth. This is wrong, I can't do this, this isn't right. Repeating his thoughts over and over in his head, Shuichi continued to eat as much as he could, getting through half the bowl. Frowning, Shuichi placed the bowl on the ground beside him and curled into a ball, hoping to subtly ease his stomach's discomfort. "You alright Sai?"
"Y-Yeah, just a little sick now," he mumbled. "Sorry I couldn't finish everything."
"Don't apologise, let's just take it slow and get you used to eating again, okay?" Rantaro smiled, leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss on Shuichi's head. Noticing Kokichi picking up the half-empty bowl, Shuichi glanced over to notice purple eyes glaring at him.
"Shuichi, can we see your wrists? We didn't get a really good look earlier." Slowly eating Shuichi's leftovers, Kokichi's eyes held a strange mix of menace and adoration.
"Not here," Shuichi glanced at the others in the room, too focused on Iruma to notice the three. "Can we at least go outside?" I shouldn't just say no, if I hide it then they'll just worry about me when they shouldn't. If they see though, they'll just be disappointed in me. Why do they love someone as broken as me? Fuck it, just show them and lie about it.
"Alright, let's go," Rantaro smiled as he took the empty bowls to the bucket of water used for washing up. Kokichi shovelled the rest of the leftovers into his mouth and dumped his second bowl into the water, taking Shuichi's hand and dragging him towards the door. "We're going on a walk, be back in a bit!"
"Off to shoot another porno?" Iruma laughed, yelping as Akamatsu slapped the back of her head. Shuichi sighed as they left the bar, allowing Kokichi to drag him in between decaying buildings and overgrown flora, hearing a faint trickle of water.
"You said earlier that the water calms you, right?" Rantaro asked, smiling as he turned to face Shuichi. The latter nodded, a grin creeping onto his face. They remember a stupid detail like that? Sitting as close to the familiar stream as the three could without soaking their clothes in mud, Kokichi rapidly grabbed Shuichi's sleeves and attempted to lift them without warning. Shouting, Shuichi's instinct took control as he kicked his body backwards and out of his boyfriend's grip.
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Hiding In Plain Sight
FanfictionSixteen lucky subjects were chosen for a secret government experiment, all kidnapped and injected with an untested substance. None of them knew what would happen to them, and panicked as they were forced back into their normal lives and ordered not...
