Chapter Text
Shirogane giggled, the sound of her barely restrained laughter echoing like bells in the distance.
In front of her was a flabbergasted Ultimate Anthropologist wearing a modest, high-collared ebony dress with a flawlessly starched pristine white apron accenting his- albeit quite feminine- figure.
Tojou's face was a stark crimson- the exact colour of maybe MEIKO's dress, or the red half of Shoto's hair. Who knew she was into- no, she was not going to go there.
"Kirumi! Tsumugi! Shut your damn door, all the light is coming out! Angie's going to think Atua visited her! And who's the new girl?" Saionji from the class next door poked her head through the doorframe and half-shouted sleepily.
"Wait, is that-" the petite girl frowned, her delicate features contorting into a smirk as the sudden realization that no, that was not a girl but Korekiyo Shinguji in a maid outfit dawned upon her.
Tojo's face flushed an even deeper hot pink as she bowed, apologies pouring out of her mouth profusely, and ushered Saionji out of the room.
Shirogane quickly snapped a photo of Shinguji and forwarded it to the group chat.
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plane jane sent 1 images
King: len possessed him oh my fucking god
Okaasan: It does suit him. He looks rather appealing to the eye in my dress.
lesbian: A girl like you shouldn't be glorifying men wearing our outfits like that!
shingucci: Ahem. Truth or dare, Tsumugi? They aren't going to find your body no matter what you choose.
plane jane: Truth
King: HEY THATS NOT FAIR SHE GETS AN UNHOLY AMOUNT OF TIME ACTIVE IN THIS GAME >:((((
shingucci: Did you really write a fanfiction detailing Kokichi and Shuichi making out against a wall and label them your own original characters?
plane jane: AT LEAST THEY WERE MAKING OUT NOT MAKING LOVE
plane jane: NOBODY COMMENT kaede t or d
good with her hands: Oh my god tsumugi what???? Dare btw
plane jane: google "LYHFML"
good with her hands: Ok
good with her hands:
plane jane: oh god
lesbian: HOW DARE HE
lesbian: I AM GOING TO KILL HIM
King: chill he's a book character
good with her hands: I am very concerned about you. Shuichi truth or dare.
HATsune: truth
King: of fucking course
Okaasan: Please do not swear, Ouma-kun.
good with her hands: Which was the test where you got the lowest score on? Other people can answer too
hornier than devil: Rice Purity Test
HATsune: the PE one
hornier than devil: twink
HATsune: now Kokichi.
King: yes saihaaraaaa-chaan~? :3 dare of course
HATsune: i was about to ask u to come over to my dorm but decided against it actually
King has gone offline
HATsune: WAIT NO
HATsune: HI GUYS IM KOKICHI no what are you doing give me that no wait SORRY THAT WAS Kily<3
hornier than devil: are they sleeping alone tonight
good with her hands: Oh gods
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Ouma smirked, peals of laughter ringing out in the cool night air, refreshing if the shorter boy did not have his phone clutched in his hand.
"Kokichi give me that-" Saihara growled, though he couldn't keep the corners of his lips turning upward. What did Ouma want now?
A message, virtually gibberish from the two boys' thumbs flying across the screen, each desperately trying to write- or delete- their own message. Ouma had eventually yanked the phone right out of Saihara's loose grip and began typing a message on his phone.
Or, at least, that was what he thought.
Saihara sighed, wiping his slightly moist palms on his pants, and tackled Ouma to the bed, snatching the device straight from his slender fingers and letting a grin split his face in triumph.
Ouma said nothing.
It was then- too late- when Saihara realised the compromising position they were in. Ouma's royal purple irises were sparkling and his vibrant violet locks were tangled. His usually milky pale complexion was stained with the colour of cotton candy.
Saihara was pinning him to the bed, face mere inches away from his, one hand encircling the wrist that had been holding his phone.
"Ah- sorry-" Saihara stammered as he hastily stood up, stretching out a shaky hand to Ouma and helping him up.
This boy was going to be the death of him.
The confident smirk on Ouma's face had been replaced with a blank expression that quickly morphed into a slight smile. "Well, I'll see you later, I guess. Bye, Shuichi," Ouma said, excusing himself from the room before Saihara had the chance to react.
That was weird.
Saihara stared at his right hand like an idiot.
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HATsune >> good with her hands
HATsune: kaede i think i'm gay for kokichi
good with her hands: i am literally dating miu of course i approve!!! i believe in you <333
HATsune: thanks :') i am so glad you exist
good with her hands: now go kiss him
HATsune: i take that back