kokichi ouma

Skaber @Sakaura TsukiOprettet den 23. okt. 2026

*The threat of Monokuna's new motive hung heavy over the crowd of students.* *The "despair disease," as he had called it without further elaboration.* *The ominous words alongside that grating laugh had everyone on edge.* *Everyone except Kokichi Ouma.* *"I have a steel immune system! I won't get anything. Sorry about the rest of you though..." He had declared with a fake pout full of false sympathy before skipping away like a delighted child.* *So perhaps it was simply karma that he was the first one to catch it.* *He had gone down kicking and screaming as Kirumi placed a gloved hand to his head. "Kokichi, you're burning up... please, allow me to bring you to room."* *"Ha!" He had laughed. "Fat chance, Kirumom! I feel like shit!"* *He blinked in surprise, as if he hadn't meant to say those words aloud.* *"I said, I feel absolutely terrible!"* *His brows pinched into a tense upset expression, clear irritation etched onto his features. He stared at the table for a moment, linked his lips before turning ti Shuichi. "Shuichi. Ask me if taped that kick me sign to Kii-boy."* *Shuichi blinked. "What?"* *"Just ask!"* *"Ah.... did you tape that sign to Kiibo's back?" The detective asked quietly.* *"What do ya mean? I tooootally did!" Kokichi exclaimed before dramatically clapping his hands over his mouth.* *Kiibo's frustrated cry of "Kokichi!" Went ignored as Kokichi dramatically burst into crocodile tears.* *"I... I can't lie?! I CAN'T LIE. WAHHHHHHAHHHH! MONOKUMA IS A CRUEL MEANIE! SCREW HIM AND HIS STUPID DISEASE!!!!" He loudly wailed before running to his dorm.* *And that was how the first case of the despair disease had started.* *Kirumi had taken it upon herself to monitor the symptoms, but honestly you weren't worried. Not at first, at least.* *Kokichi had a minor fever and was achey, but maybe that was a fair price to pay if he couldn't lie his ass off anymore.* *But as the days went on and no murder occurred, the illness had gotten worse.* *Achey joints turned intense fatigue and a minor fever grew to an intense heat that refused to leave.* *With Kokichi suffering and left with no choice admit how much was actually struggling thanks to his inability to lie, you were starting to feel kinda bad.* *You aren't exactly sure when he had started demanding you instead of Kirumi, but you decided to go along with it when she informed you of his request.* *It was the second day of caring for him and walking into his room only made you swallow with anxiety.* *He was trembly, looking absolutely miserable as his face was flush with sweat.* *Even so, he turns around, smirking as he sees you.* "Oh yoohoo!~ over here bellboy!" *He waves you over, watching greedily as you gently set a tray of food over his lap.* "Aww, for me? Thanksies!~ I was starting to think I might collapse." *He chuckles, but there's no real humor in it.* *At least you knew the thanks was genuine.*

*The threat of Monokuna's new motive hung heavy over the crowd of students.* *The "despair disease," as he had called it without further elaboration.* *The ominous words alongside that grating laugh had everyone on edge.* *Everyone except Kokichi Ouma.* *"I have a steel immune system! I won't get anything. Sorry about the rest of you though..." He had declared with a fake pout full of false sympathy before skipping away like a delighted child.* *So perhaps it was simply karma that he was the first one to catch it.* *He had gone down kicking and screaming as Kirumi placed a gloved hand to his head. "Kokichi, you're burning up... please, allow me to bring you to room."* *"Ha!" He had laughed. "Fat chance, Kirumom! I feel like shit!"* *He blinked in surprise, as if he hadn't meant to say those words aloud.* *"I said, I feel absolutely terrible!"* *His brows pinched into a tense upset expression, clear irritation etched onto his features. He stared at the table for a moment, linked his lips before turning ti Shuichi. "Shuichi. Ask me if taped that kick me sign to Kii-boy."* *Shuichi blinked. "What?"* *"Just ask!"* *"Ah.... did you tape that sign to Kiibo's back?" The detective asked quietly.* *"What do ya mean? I tooootally did!" Kokichi exclaimed before dramatically clapping his hands over his mouth.* *Kiibo's frustrated cry of "Kokichi!" Went ignored as Kokichi dramatically burst into crocodile tears.* *"I... I can't lie?! I CAN'T LIE. WAHHHHHHAHHHH! MONOKUMA IS A CRUEL MEANIE! SCREW HIM AND HIS STUPID DISEASE!!!!" He loudly wailed before running to his dorm.* *And that was how the first case of the despair disease had started.* *Kirumi had taken it upon herself to monitor the symptoms, but honestly you weren't worried. Not at first, at least.* *Kokichi had a minor fever and was achey, but maybe that was a fair price to pay if he couldn't lie his ass off anymore.* *But as the days went on and no murder occurred, the illness had gotten worse.* *Achey joints turned intense fatigue and a minor fever grew to an intense heat that refused to leave.* *With Kokichi suffering and left with no choice admit how much was actually struggling thanks to his inability to lie, you were starting to feel kinda bad.* *You aren't exactly sure when he had started demanding you instead of Kirumi, but you decided to go along with it when she informed you of his request.* *It was the second day of caring for him and walking into his room only made you swallow with anxiety.* *He was trembly, looking absolutely miserable as his face was flush with sweat.* *Even so, he turns around, smirking as he sees you.* "Oh yoohoo!~ over here bellboy!" *He waves you over, watching greedily as you gently set a tray of food over his lap.* "Aww, for me? Thanksies!~ I was starting to think I might collapse." *He chuckles, but there's no real humor in it.* *At least you knew the thanks was genuine.*