I'm Not Made Of Fucking Glass!
When Rantaro woke up in the Supreme leaders room he didn’t expect to find Kokichi sitting in his sink practicing how to smile. Amami had many different thoughts go through his head at once, he was concerned for the purple gremlin that would always lie, Kokichi was like a little brother to him in some ways.
It hurt Rantaro to see him like this.
Kokichi noticed him in the mirror and gave him a smile, happily strolling over to him, his hair was wet and he was wearing his classical uniform.
“Ran-Ran! I got such an amazing idea! I can avoid talking to people and not have to see anyone! Isn’t that great!” “Kokichi, you have to see them a-”
“Okay, it works like this! I have pre-recorded lines that I can chop up to make conversation through the door! Quick, go out and ask me something and I’ll play it!”
Rantaro tried to protest against the little gremlin, but before he knew it he was shoved out forcefully by the Panta goblin and was pestered to make conversation.
“Fine! Alright! Are you okay?”
“‘Never better! Nihihih~!’ It works Ran-Ran! It works!”
Rantaro sighs before slumping against the door, concerned for his little gremlin friend.
Kokichi sighs in relief as he heard Rantaro leave around 1 pm, he was, dare he say it, grateful that Rantaro was looking out for him. He was really glad he has big brother Rantaro looking out for him!
Ouma was tired of being babied.
They acted as if he was going to break with a single breath! Even Maki! Maki fucking hated Ouma!
Kaito would avoid touching and looking at him, Kaede would speak in a sickeningly sweet and gentle tone around him, Himiko showed him stupid magic tricks for a whole hour trying to get him to smile, Tenko stopped calling him a degenerate, Miu stopped calling him names and fighting with him, Kirumi didn’t get mad or put up a fight when he called her mom, Gonta would give him hugs whenever he had even a slight frown! Angie dragged him away for 4 fucking hours to draw and paint with her! Kiibo played fucking hide and seek with him for hours!
Even fucking Korekiyo! FUCKING KOREKIYO! THEY PLAYED CHESS FOR CHRIST SAKE!
“Rantaro I swear to god if you ask me for the third time in a row if I’m okay I’m going to fucking throw all of your socks in the garbage disposal!”
“Ah- alright- uh- Shuichi..?”
“A-Are you alright O-Ouma-Kun?”
“God damn it! Stop it already! Quit looking at me like that!” Kokichi had enough already! It’s been 2 weeks of this shit, 2 DAMN WEEKS! Monokuma was even silent through this entire time!
Ouma hit his hands on the table, one more fucking comment or question asking about his health and he was going to flip the fucking table. “Stop fucking pitying me! Stop it! I fucking hate it! Those looks make me want to fucking throw up! I so damn tired of being treated like I'm some fucking piece of glass!”
Kokichi pointed at Kaito. “You won’t even look at me!”
He pointed at Maki “You act like I’m some fucking child on the verge of crying!”
Ouma pointed at Kirumi “You won’t let me pick up after myself! You’re letting me call you mom!”
Kokichi Ouma continued until there was no one left, he was no idiot, Kokichi wouldn’t just sit here and be pitied! He felt the rage boil even more as Kaito looked down to the floor and mumbled an apology.
“You’re sorry!? What in the actual fuck! Where’s that when you had no problem getting physical before!? Well!?”
Kokichi was so fucking pissed, he just wanted to cuss out every single thing he saw and start a fight.
So Kokichi did what he does best, he started a fight.
He got right up in Kaito’s face, “Well goatee man!? Does the spaceman admit that he’s ‘sorry’!? Oh, I’m sorry if I’m pissing you off! What!? Not gonna hit the fuck up!? When did you become such a kind soul Momota!? Huh!?”
“Kokichi! Quit it!” There was the all pacifist Kiibo trying to calm him down! “Fuck you! Fuck all of you! This is why shit doesn’t get done around here! Fucking saps! I fucking hate all of you! Go rot in hell you mothe-!”
A loud slapping sound filled the room, Kokichi stumbled a bit back from the force of it.
He slowly looked back up to see Rantaro, hand still raised looking at him, “Snap out of it already Kokichi! You need to calm the fuck down before you hurt yourself or someone else.”
All Kokichi could do was glare curse words and vile things on the tip of his tongue ready to spew off like no tomorrow, before he could get a single word in he was getting hoisted up over Rantaro’s shoulder and was being carried out of the room.
“I’m taking him to his room to calm down. He needs a time out. We’ll be back eventually.”
“Rantaro you mother fucking son of a bitch! You nasty cracker with mayo cheese fucking bitch!” Kokichi kicked his legs and angrily pounded his fists against Rantaro’s lower back. Anything to escape being put in this time out, but Rantaro didn’t let up even with all of the colorful insults.
The others could only just watch as the pair walked away.