Kokichi Ouma liked two things more than anything: lying and soda.

…Well. And Shuichi, of course.

He was sprawled across the couch in the Hope’s Peak Academy dorm lounge, pressed up against Shuichi like he belonged there. His head rested on his boyfriend’s shoulder, violet eyes flicking down to the pages of whatever book Shuichi was so deeply invested in. Some dusty old murder mystery, probably. How thrilling.

Kokichi sighed dramatically, though he didn’t actually move away. If anything, he leaned in closer, shifting his weight so their sides were fully touching. His fingers toyed absentmindedly with the fabric of Shuichi’s sleeve as he glanced around the room.

Only a handful of students were scattered about. Kaito—the loud idiot—was talking too much, as usual. Tenko hovered near Himiko, who looked half-asleep. And then there was Maki. His older sister, who was standing near Kaito.

She was staring at him like he’d committed an unforgivable crime.

Which, okay, technically he had eaten her leftovers. But that was beside the point.

Kokichi blinked at her innocently before turning back to Shuichi with a small huff. He shifted again, practically melting against him.

“You pick the most boring things to read,” he muttered, though his eyes still skimmed the page anyway.

Honestly, he’d much rather Shuichi close the book and pay attention to something more interesting. Like him. Maybe even drag him off somewhere private instead.

Of course… he’d never say that out loud.