Keebo: Do You Think Not Having A Last Name Makes Me Less... Alive?

Keebo: do you think not having a last name makes me less... alive?

Miu: you have a last name, though?

Keebo: wait... I do?

Miu: BABE WE’RE FUCKING MARRIED-

can I request supernatural prompt 40 with shuichi saihara please?

Thank you for requesting ♥ Hope you enjoy!

“It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”

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To err is human, you thought to yourself as you twisted and turned your wrists in the clasps of the handcuffs. Most of the time, a mistake would be easy to fix. An apology, some help getting the thing you messed up back on track, taking responsibility for the error - there were many simple things to solve a problem you caused.

This wasn’t one of those times.

No matter how much you wanted to make this right again, it would be impossible to do so. Apologizing wouldn’t get you anywhere, neither did trying to soothe the situation you were facing. Even if it hurt, there was no offering your help, either. You’d have done anything you could to make sure your boyfriend could get the help he needed, but there was no way you could itstake responsibility for your part in this whole problem.

By now, it had to be three hours already since you woke up, chained to the bed frame on both your wrists and ankles. Your head had long begun to grow too heavy to lift and look around for a long time, but the countless candle lights around you didn’t do anything to calm your restless mind.

From the en suite bathroom, you heard the rustling and shuffling Shuichi had done ever since he came home. Clinking and the sound of water rushing down the drain accompanying his doings. You had imagined him to be shocked, panicked even, when he found you like this, strapped to the bed in only your underwear. But when you asked him about what was going on and what happened, he only grinned, promising you a surprise later while caressing your cheek fondly.

It became less surprising as you noticed that the room you were in was his dorm room, even though he had done some redecoration and improve in atmospheric objects he possessed. At least, you didn’t remember him owning a few dozen candles he lit and placed everywhere as if this was a romantic movie night. Suddenly his behavior made more sense, yet, you were none the wiser.

“Shuichi?” you called for him wryly. Even if it was hard to see, his head popped out of the doorframe to the bathroom, giving you an elongated, “Hm~?” in response. “Mind telling me now what this is all about, Love?” you chuckled nervously, and he grinned a bit wider in anticipation. “You’ll see.”

And with that, he was gone again, leaving you behind as clueless as before. No, this wasn’t a mistake that could be fixed. He certainly was scheming something, and by his secrecy, you could tell, you might not like it. When Shuichi finally did reemerge from his preparation, you could barely trust what you were seeing, making you blink a few time to be sure you saw it correctly.

He lookedbody's fine. Very fine. In a suit, hair gelled back and in his hands two glasses of a purple, iridescent mixture. For a moment, you were so stunned, you almost forgot you were chained to the bed, trying to sit up to get a better look, but Shuichi was nice enough to come closer instead, as you couldn’t budge even an inch from your place.

“What’s the meaning of this get-up?” you asked as he sat down on the space unoccupied by your body, rattling the handcuffs and chains to emphasize you meant all of what was happening. “I just...” his voice trailed off before Shuichi gave a soft shrug. “I just wanted it to be romantic, I guess.”

The sweet grin he gave you was something you had always loved about him. Something he rarely showed to other people but often to you when you two were alone, and Shuichi could put down his shyness a little. All this time up to now, the last two months, you had enjoyed his company like no one else’s. But not anymore. “That’s... nice. But why do I have to be chained like this?” You tried with reasonable questions, believing that if he could still look like the boy you fell in love with, then the situation might be a big misunderstanding after all.

“Because there is something for us to try... Something Monokuma gave to me when I asked him some questions.”

The drinks in his hand began to swirl as he gave them his attention, watching as the shine made waves in the glasses. “Questions about...?” This wasn’t enough information for you. Even if he was the Super High School Level Detective, you usually didn’t have secrets from each other. “Us, and how to proceed in our relationship.”

Turning his attention fully back to you, he held the glasses in front of him, his eyes giving you a slow, savoring look-over, which caused goosebumps to appear on your arms. “Don’t be so scared,” he laughed, noticing your body's reaction. “It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”

“Love potions?” you mumbled, furrowing your brows. “But Shuichi, why? I thought everything was going so well between us... And what even is this ‘love potion’?”

“Ah...” he was quick to react, biting his lip, and suddenly, you thought that the expression he showed you was none you were used to. There laid frustration in his eyes, just like at the trials you two had already mastered. But that wasn’t all; it was paired with anger, but not like the one he felt whenever he couldn’t be of help or prevent something bad. Could it be, you wondered, jealousy?

“Everything is fine, really, but you...” His words sounded monotone as he thought them up, eyes never meeting yours directly. “You’ve begun to look elsewhere, haven’t you? Am I not enough for you?”

When he finally did look at you, you could see the hurt in his eyes, and the slight shiver in his bitten lip. “Shuichi...” you whispered his name. You wanted to stretch our your hands to him, cup his face tenderly and tell him this wasn’t the case. But would he have believed it?

“Spare me the details, I don’t want to know.”

Everything from his voice to his expression grew hostile suddenly, and he shook his head, taking a deep breath to disperse his anger. “But there are no details! I haven’t looked for anyone outside of you, I thought that was clear...” you defended yourself, not wanting the accusation of being unfaithful to your boyfriend sit on your shoulders.

“Sure...” he simply disregarded your words. With another sigh, he brought the glass in his left hand to his lips, taking a small sip first before downing it whole. Done with it, he set it aside, wiping his lips with his sleeve, breathing out with a sound of relief. “It’s amazing,” he noted briefly, a sincere, adoring smile returning to his lips as he looked back at you. “Your turn, [Name].”

You pressed your lips close as he approached, swaying from side to side as if it would help him from getting away from you. His hand merely gripped under your head, lifting it carefully, and bringing the glass to your mouth. When you tried to shake your head, Shuichi’s fingers grew painful, scraping against the back of your head and neck, counteracting your movements. You could hear him sigh again as the rim of the glass got pressed further and further into the slit between your lips, urging you to open up and let it in.

Against your expectations, when he did manage to avoid your pressed lips, the fluid that filled your mouth rapidly wasn’t sweet at all. It had no noticeable taste, despite it’s beautiful looks, instead it was plain but not quite watery. You were caught in your attrap as opening up to spit it out would only mean more could flood inside, while also your reflexes to swallow set in which you had to avoid.

Undeniably, you ended up gulping down a couple of drops of the mixture before you were able to tear yourself away, spitting the rest all over your chest and arm as you coughed it up again. Immediately, you felt a dizzyness in your head as well as a burning all throughout your body. No matter how little you believed in the existence of a love potion, you couldn’t be sure what Monokuma had given Shuichi if it caused this reaction from you.

Looking back at him, it was as if you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses, an annoying effect, but your brain found it pleasant, serotonin washing through your body as you couldn’t believe the giggles you let out. “[Name],” he sighed, appearing to be just as happy as you felt at that very moment.

Shuichi leaned down to kiss you, and you were eager to return the affection, tongues gliding over each other. His hands drew up your arms, shaking lightly with excitement until he reached your wrists, working on the cuffs without even looking. It was unbelievable, but your arms willingly curled around his neck the moment they were free, and he lifted you into his arms, happy to hold you.

“I told you, everything will be perfect,” he chuckled, tapping your nose affectionately. Every touch of him made you burn a little bit more, all to eager to experience more and more of them.

But inwardly, you could have screamed at him. Screamed that this wasn’t normal, that this wasn’t how you two were supposed to love each other. Drugging you, or whatever he did, wasn’t something you’d expected from him, and you were endlessly frustrated that you hadn’t noticed his doings earlier before all of this happened.

As the tears of frustration collected in your eyes, which were looking at him dreamily, you couldn’t help but find the situation despairingly, as your body just wouldn’t listen, while Shuichi did how he pleased. This wasn’t a mistake to fix, and no apology would make drugging you with something, right again. It was your responsibility to see the signs of him needing help and your relationship having problems, how blind could you have been not to notice them?

There was no use to ponder about them now anymore though, as you found yourself stuck in this chaotic love. To err might be human, but if the error turned out to be so deeply rooted in malicious intents - some of them you weren’t even aware of yet - how could it be possible for you to find the divine in yourself and forgive?

OMG... could you write about yandere kaede and shuichi? I feel like they would be a good yandere pair ((:

(Ah yes, my favorite character!! Love that funky little pianist!)

“Shuichi, come on!! Let me have a turn with them!” The pianist whined out, pale hands gripping your wrist. Currently, you were placed in the lap of the Ultimate Detective, lanky arms wrapped around your waist. 

He wasn’t the strongest, but you knew how intelligent they both were. If you tried to disobey or even escape, it wouldn’t end well for you. “Ah, um.. Kaede, you know it’s my turn right now..” He muttered, muffled into your hair where he had decided to bury his face. 

There was a huff, and then a tug on your wrist which elicited a squeak of pain from you. Both paused, before immediately moving to fret. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry baby! You know we never want to hurt you!” Kaede profusely apologized, hands moving to cup your face. Shuichi on the other hand had taken your wrist into his hands to massage and check on. 

“See, Akamatsu? We need to be more careful and take our turns.” He lectured the careless girl, eyes slightly narrowed. “But.. I suppose we can share her right now.”

Kaede’s gaze lit up, and she threw her arms around the both of them, peppering your face in kisses. “That sounds lovely!” “..Do I get a say in this?” You finally spoke, your voice meek and timid when compared against theirs. “I’d just like to be alone..” Silence. Complete, and utter silence echoed in the room. Shuichi’s grip on your wrist tightened, and so did Kaede’s arms around you. Their eyes narrowed as they focused on you, before finally the girl let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t you remember the last time we left you alone?” She hummed, a finger moving to trace down your cheek. 

“A certain -somebody- thought they’d try to escape through the window.. Like a little -brat-.” Shuichi finished, letting his thumb press against the veins in your wrist. “I don’t think we want to risk a repeat, do we dear?” His ‘dear’ wasn’t directed at you this time; instead his eyes locked on Kaede’s. 

“Oh, of course we don’t!! Since you seem to be thinking such awful thoughts, I suppose we’re going to have to use the chains again..”

“Ah- No- No I’m sorry!” You immediately replied, but the girl merely shushed you, letting her lips connect with yours for a moment before letting you see her grin once more. 

“Sorry isn’t getting you out of this one, love.” - Admin Bree

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