A Big Fucking Baby
Kirumi didn’t know what to expect when she came into the kitchen at 3 am, with everyone locked up in their rooms.
She was not expecting a laughing Ouma to be sprawled out on the floor, with a bottle of vodka, singing random pop songs on a small radio.
Suddenly, Kokichi catches sight of her. Gasping loudly he lunges at her, giggling like he just had seen the funniest thing in the world, “Mooooom! I found the funny feels juice again!” his words were slurred.
“Ouma-Kun, let me help you to bed, you're drunk…”
“NoooooOOOOO! I don't wanna! You can’t make me do anything I don’t wanna!”
Kirumi sighs and began walking over to the purple-haired boy, who immediately tensed up and began backing away, a fearful expression on his face.
“Ouma-kun, you need to go to bed, it’s 3 in the morning, please.”
“N-NooooooOOOO! I-I said I don’t wanna go t-to bed, y-you can’t make me!”
Kirumi kept walking closer, watching as Ouma backed into the cabinets, and shrunk down against them. She noted his shaking, how he began to tear up.
Right as she reached out to grab his arm to help him up, he violently flinched away.
“P-Please! I-I’ll be good! I-I’ll be a g-good boy for M-Mama! I-I won’t s-speak out a-anymore! I-I won’t g-get into the p-pantry a-anymore! J-Just don’t h-hurt me! P-Please!”
Kirumi froze, realizing a horrifying truth from Ouma’s actions as he sobbed. Her gaze softens as she forces her voice into a gentle tone, slowly moving as she shows Ouma her movements. Kirumi gently wraps her arms around him, hugging him softly.
Kokichi just continues to sob, quickly clinging onto Tojo, hugging back desperately. Kirumi ran her fingers through his hair gently, softly speaking comforting words in his ear.
Eventually, he calmed down, still clinging onto Kirumi tightly. Kirumi gently picks him up, taking him to the couch and grabbing a soft fluffy blanket and lays it over him, lightly tucking him in. Watching as he slowly drifted into sleep.
Kirumi proceed to watch over him as she did her chores throughout the day.
Shuichi sat in his boyfriend's lap, reading while leaning against the robot. Kiibo kept fidgeting with his hands while they were in Shuichi’s lap, obviously nervous about something.
“Kiibo, what's wrong?”
“Uh, well… It’s about Ouma-Kun…”
“Are you worried..? I know that we want to include him nut i-it's too early… He just needs some time Kiibo.”
“Yeah, thanks Shuichi…”
Rantaro smiles to himself as he walks past their room, little did those 2 knows.