Fucking Hang Me Then
Ouma had been getting better, he’d cry less and wouldn't cause trouble as much! Kiibo and Shuichi had decided that it was time they confessed to the purple-haired leader. They had prepared everything for the day too! Both robot and human were excited to try and cheer up the boy!
The day even started off great! They made sure to keep talking to the boy during breakfast, keeping him engaged in conversation, though he didn’t speak much, just talked when spoken to.
That should have been the first red flag.
Most didn’t care or notice when Kokichi slipped away from breakfast, giving Shuichi and Kiibo a quick reason. “Oh, y’know, just gonna go hang around in my room for a second! Gotta look presentable after all!” Then he quickly scurried away.
Shuichi and Kiibo nod, both of them excited and buzzing with thoughts of the plan for the day. They didn’t notice the weird speech slip up or the way the boy's smile seemed a little too fake, a little too forced. They should have noticed.
Shuichi and Kiibo had finished breakfast soon after, Shuichi cleaning up his mess and Ouma’s. ‘That’s weird…’ Shuichi thought, ‘Ouma almost always cleans up after himself.’ Shuichi just shrugged and mentioned it to Kiibo. “That is indeed weird, Ouma-Kun almost always takes care of his plate… Do you think something is wrong with him, Shuichi?” “We should go check on him to make sure…”
Kiibo held onto Shuichi’s hand on the way there, enjoying the soft skin touching metal. Saihara walked at a fast pace, not wasting any time, daunting when Ouma-Kun could be in trouble. Passing by Tenko and Himiko, who also had concerned looks on their face, Himiko holding a deck of cards with a pair of dice painted on the front of the box. While Tenko held a bandana with a floral checkered pattern on it.
The items weirdly remind Kiibo of Ouma…
As they passed them he heard random bits of their conversation. “Why would he give these and say goodbye..? It makes no sense, nyeh...” “Maybe he planted something on them! The degenerate!”
So Ouma gave them something and told them goodbye..? Kiibo lightly tugs on Shuichi’s sleeve and nods their head over to the girls. Saihara nodded and they walked over to them. “What did Ouma do..?” “That degenerate was probably throwing a prank! He walked up to us and gave Himiko a new deck of cards and told her to keep doing magic when he was gone! Then he gave Tenko this bandana and told me to keep fighting! After that, the degenerate walked off!”
“What did he mean by when he was gone..? Did he say he was going somewhere..?” “Tenko thinks he said he was going to his room!” “Nyeh, should I be worried about Ouma..? He is getting better right..?”
“We’ll go check up on him! Thank you Chabashira-chan! Thank you Yumeno-chan!” With that, the robot and human go off, walking at a fast pace to get to the rooms quicker. Surely this is a prank, it has to be, Ouma was getting better!
But the more they pass the others, the more concerned they get.
They pass by Rantaro and Kirumi, seeing Rantaro holding a new necklace, a pretty purple marble as the centerpiece. They see Kirumi holding a card and a ring, her eyes were teary with a smile ghosting over her lips.
They pass by Gonta and Hoshi, Gonta holding a bug enclosure, smiling as he looks at the fake little caterpillar sitting on a branch. They see Hoshi wearing a new hat that decently matches his outfit, a deep purple with a small edge of the hat being checkered.
They pass by Kaito and Maki, with Kaito holding a galaxy painting with pretty planets and stars painted with care, a wide smile on his face. They see Maki hold a new weapon they’ve never seen before, a black knife made from wood, still sharp enough to cut. She has a peaceful look on her face.
They pass by Angie and Tsumugi, Angie lightly cradling a small charm in her hands, they watch as she thanks Atua for the gift from Kokichi. The small paintbrush charm dug into her hand. They watch Tsumugi's eyes water as she reads a note and holds a small note pad. Reading with such care in her eyes.
They pass by Kaede, Miu, and Korekiyo. Kaede cradling a small piano charm, looking at it like it meant so much more than her. Miu held close a box, an angry look on her face as she gripped the box in a death grip. Korekiyo had a blank look on his face as he held a fancy, purple-themed chessboard.
Finally, after what felt like hours, they reached Ouma’s room, with the sound of running water going on behind the door. An uneasy feeling grew on both of them, like something really bad was going to happen. Shuichi's hand tightens around Kiibo’s, he reaches out and knocks softly. Waiting a little while before knocking a little louder the second time. Kiibo lightly fiddled with his hands, their worry only growing. Just as Saihara was about to knock again, the door opened to show a pale looking Ouma.
Kokichi looked worse for wear, he was pale, Kokichi wasn’t wearing his usual comfy sweaters and baggy clothes, instead, he was wearing his uniform, stained with light splotches of pink. Wait- Pink!?
Kokichi seemed to notice him looking at his sleeves and quickly tucked them behind him, grinning at the both of them. “Soooo, what're my beloveds need me for?” The door behind him had opened more, showing the messy room as Kiibo began to respond to the purple-haired boy.
Shuichi was the first to notice the noose hanging from the ceiling, he froze, eyes wide in shock. Kiibo followed his gaze and stopped talking abruptly, shock clear on their face as they let out a gasp. Kokichi was the last to notice the out of the three of them, he turned around slowly before quickly shuffling into his room and trying to slam shut the door.
Saihara didn’t let that happen.
Thinking fast Shuichi quickly stuck his foot in the door, wincing as the door slammed down on his foot. “Get over here Ouma-Kun-!” He ignores Kiibo’s question if he’s okay and quickly dashes into Ouma’s room. Noticing quickly that he was nowhere to be found…
“Kiibo, we need you to start looking for Ouma, once we do I’ll go get Rantaro.”
Kiibo nods quickly and begins to look with Shuichi everywhere in the room, noticing the pink blood that had dripped onto the floor and led to a pile of junk tucked away in the corner of the room. Kiibo doesn’t hesitate moving the weird items out of the way to find a shaking Ouma looking back up at them.
“Uh- It’s not a lie..?”
They both smile slightly, still no lying for the little leader. Kiibo slowly grabs Ouma’s arm while Shuichi quickly runs off to find Rantaro, he glances up at Kokichi, silently asking for permission. Ouma nods to them after a few moments, quietly hissing as they roll up his sleeves, bloody arms on show now.
Kiibo frowns as he looks at the deep cuts going across his arms, some were new, while some were old… Their silent for a moment before looking up at Ouma again, “...Why?” “Why what Kiibaby..?” “Why would you do this to yourself… Why were you trying to kill yourself… Why…”
Kokichi felt his heartbreak at Kiibo’s words, he had hurt them. He hurt Shuichi and Kiibo… What a fucking monster he was, how dare he make someone as good as Kiibo cry? How dare he make someone as amazing as Saihara worried for him!? What right did he have to hurt them! How Dare he!
“Ouma..?”
Kokichi’s eyes water as he tried to tug his arms away from Kiibo’s grip, he didn’t deserve to be cared for, he deserved to rot in hell, nobody needed him here, all he did is cause problems for the others, Kokichi was a dead weight to all of the others, what good did he do? All he does is make people angry, all Kokichi Ouma is good for is curling up and dying. He had nothing to bring to the table, so why was he still here?
Kiibo noticed the far off look in Ouma’s eyes begin to grow as silent tears began to fall down his face, he watched as Ouma began to curl in on himself more and more. Kiibo did what Saihara would do.
They pulled Ouma into a hug.
And Kokichi broke. Kokichi sobbed into his chest and clung to him like he was his lifeline, he choked on words and stumbled out vague sentences while trying to distance himself from Kiibo.
But Kiibo refused, they held Ouma against their chest and ran their fingers through his hair, whispering soft words and disagreements to the awful names Kokichi called himself. Refusing to let Kokichi go and applying pressure to the cuts on his arms, he refused to let Ouma try anything like this again, not wanting to see someone he cares so deeply for in pain anymore!
They stayed like that until Kokichi had run out of steam, going limp in his arms as the exhaustion and blood loss got to him. Kiibo quickly props him up against the wall and ran into the bathroom, grabbing medical supplies. They made quick work in patching Kokichi up with the utmost care he could ever give!
Kiibo collected Ouma in their arms once more before resting the smaller boy’s head against the robot's chest, they could only hope that it was going to get better.