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Gonta ran across the school's campus, supporting Kokichi on his back. Laughter echoed off the concrete walls, uncaring if anyone could hear their shouts of glee through the thick concrete walls. They weaved through the school’s endless hallways, raced through the lush overgrowth of weeds that sprouted throughout the building. Kokichi tugged on fistfuls of green locks, orders of giddy up, faster, let out into the air as he lead his impromptu ride through the halls. Gonta made a conscious effort to ignore the moments when Kokichi tugged on his hair, ignore the primal instinct to shake him off; in the wild, when something grabs you, you do everything you can to fight back. He focused his adrenaline into gaining speed, determined to have a fun time with his newfound friend.
The pair broke through the entrance hall and raced along the courtyard, Gonta sprinting off the concrete path and on to the lush grass that surrounded the school. His calloused feet trampled over hard dirt and pebbles, and he had half a mind to check a hole in the ground he noticed for bugs later. As Kokichi hung on for dear life, he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket; lately, his social media notifications have been going off like crazy. Apparently, being the Ultimate Supreme Leader to an exclusive organization was interesting to lowly peasants. Before Kokichi could think further about checking his phone, Gonta halted in his tracks.
"Gonta hear buzzing," he stated, though Kokichi didn't have the time to reply before Gonta dropped to the ground and began searching, Kokichi's small body lurching along with him.
"You big oaf! I'm about to fall!"
The tiny prankster wrapped his thin arms around Gonta's head and hung on for dear life, his body heaved forward as his steed bent down. Hearing no response, he began to sniffle, deciding that waterworks would make his friend's reaction a lot more satisfying. Almost as if on cue, Gonta’s posture shifted to that of worry: his forehead broke into a sweat, and he shifted in on himself, almost as if to blindly submit to a small animal in front of him. Detailed deep in his Gentleman diary, Gonta wrote, in scrawled and scratchy letters, that gentleman always need to look not scary! Gonta look scary, so he work to be not scary!
"Kokichi! D-Don't cry! Gonta just thought he heard bug nearby! Honest!" His efforts were all for naught, as Kokichi proceeded to kick off his signature temper tantrum. Tears, snot, and spittle went flying into a mane of green hair, and intensified once Gonta reached up and cradled him in his big hands. Moving to lower him to the floor, his reaction only motivated Kokichi to take his joke further. He inhaled the fresh air around them, and let out a wail that even the deaf could hear.
“WAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
He rolled around on the grass and flailed his limbs everywhere, digging his tiny body into the unsuspecting flowers underneath him, only stopping when he was pinned to the earth.
Got him.
“Kokichi, please! Gonta honest! Gonta not want-”
Whatever excuse Gonta had for Kokichi faded into the background as he commenced Part 3 of his “plan.” Fixing his expression, Kokichi wiped his wet face against his shoulder— well, doing the best he could, since he was still being pinned down by a monster of a man— and pulled his best "helpless maiden” expression as Gonta hovered over him.
"I- hic - I can't believe you would put my life in danger like that! You won't like what my minions would do to you if you killed me!"
Gonta floundered, his features tightening even more as his eyes widened. Okay, maybe using the word killed was a little too far.
"G-Gonta not try to kill Kokichi!! Gonta never, ever kill Kokichi!!" He practically yelled in his face, and Kokichi felt his hot breath fan against his face. Gonta could feel his eyes sting, and the smaller male decided that this bit suddenly wasn't funny anymore.
His mouth stretched wide, and he fixed a carefree expression on his face "...Just kidding!" Kokichi then dropped his expression. "For real, though, you weren't about to hurt me, okay?"
Gonta studied his face, before leaning back on his haunches. "Kokichi… not hurt?"
"Of course not, big guy." There was something earnestly honest about his words that Kokichi would curse himself for later.
Moreso, he would curse himself for letting someone into his bubble.