Here Is The Second Version! I Feel Much Better About This One 🌸

Here is the second version! I feel much better about this one 🌸

Saimota Week Day 2 - Kiss

“Yo, Shuichi!”

Shuichi barely manages to slip into their apartment and throw his keys on the small table next to the door when Kaito’s booming voice comes from the living room.

Despite his exhaustion, a small lopsided smile graces Shuichi’s face. He quickly kicks off his shoes, puts a small bag of groceries on the floor and heads in the direction of Kaito’s voice.

He’s sitting on their sofa, book in his hands - Shuichi can only guess that it’s something about physics as Kaito is one of the few of them who actually wanted to reconcile their talents from the game - and red-framed glasses perched at the top of his nose.

“I’m home,” he says with a small sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as exhaustion slowly sinks in.

Kaito puts his book on the nearby table and turns to face Shuichi fully.

“How was your meeting?”

There’s a small grimace on Kaito’s face, one that he can’t quite hide and Shuichi can’t blame him. Meetings with Team Danganronpa’s representatives are never a pleasant experience and more often than not Shuichi leaves them with a splitting headache and a new set of reasons to hate himself. They usually do what they can to avoid even mentioning the name of the organization that ruined their lives.

Shuichi opens his mouth to answer Kaito’s question and then closes it abruptly. For a moment he looks conflicted, but then he simply shakes his head and sends Kaito a smile that looks almost apologetic.

“Ah… I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about it. It was a long day.”

Kaito waves his hands dismissively. “Sure thing!”

Shuichi smiles at him with gratefully and moves to sit next to Kaito, the sofa dipping slightly under his weight.

His whole body is aching, the stress weighing on him. Team Danganronpa was always good at sucking all energy out of him, never failing to make him feel like their little puppet, unable to break out of their control. There were days when he didn’t think he would ever be free, days when his thoughts would lead him into the darkest corners of his mind when all of this looked hopeless and—

A gentle touch of Kaito’s hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his spiraling. It’s so sudden that he jumps a little, startled.

“Hey, Shuichi? You okay?”

Kaito sounds so worried, so genuinely concerned about him. The magenta eyes are filled with worry and Shuichi can feel a vibrant blush of embarrassment that starts to spread across his cheeks.

“S-sorry!” he manages to squeak out.

Kaito laughs, visibly relieved that everything seems to be alright.

“No need to apologize, man! Just making sure you’re okay.”

Shuichi swallows thickly, looking at his friend.

Kaito’s smile is warm. Actually, now that Shuichi thinks about it, everything about Kaito is warm. He radiates warmth and comfort and positivity and it’s more than Shuichi could ever dream of, much more than he deserves. Kaito’s been there for him this whole time, his presence constant and comforting and sometimes it’s almost overwhelming. Shuichi owes him so much.

Would he even be where he is right now if it wasn’t for Kaito?

There’s a flicker of warmth and affection that suddenly spreads through his chest and suddenly he feels like he must do something, like he must express it somehow or he’ll explode.

Before he can even question what he’s doing, his eyes already flutter shut and he’s leaning in, pressing his mouth against Kaito’s in a chaste kiss.

The touch is soft and feather-like, barely ever there and it tastes so sweet despite being so wrong.

It takes Shuichi only a moment to realize his mistake and it’s enough to send a spark of panic surging through his veins. He instantly breaks the kiss, apology already forming on his lips. However, before he even has a chance to catch his breath and explain himself - a hand, strong and warm, cups his face and Kaito’s lips are on his again.

Shuichi lets out a surprised gasp into the kiss, his eyes widening with shock as Kaito’s only reaction is to pull him closer, close enough that their chests are almost pressed together now. The feeling of his lips moving against his makes Shuichi’s heart flutter, warmth spreading through his chest and his head spinning. He can feel Kaito press harder against his mouth and Shuichi relents and opens his to let him in.

It’s soft and slow and sweet and Shuichi feels like he’s melting into the touch, into the comfort and warmth provided by Kaito’s broad shoulders and the steady grip of his arms when they pull him closer and wrap around his waist. He lifts hands and hesitantly rests them on Kaito’s shoulders.

There’ll be time to talk. There’ll be time to explain. There’ll be time to understand what happened and why. But for once in his life, Shuichi chooses to toss his doubts and insecurities aside and let future Shuichi deal with the consequences.

For now he simply closes his eyes and lets himself drown in the sensation.

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