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“I’m not going to get any Panta today at this rate! That’s so cruel of the universe, I can’t believe it!” Kokichi wails as he complains, throwing himself backwards onto an uncluttered part of Shuichi’s bed, watching his detective boyfriend move around the room, currently reorganizing his little figures and collectable items on top of his dresser.
“You can have some tomorrow, then.” Shuichi replies after a moment of silence, not even sparing Kokichi a side glance.
Ever dramatic, Kokichi gasps loudly, puts a hand over his heart. “How cruel of you, Shumai! What’s gotten into you, don’t tell me I’ve rubbed off on you and you’re going to be evil now, too!”
That gets Kokichi a look from Shuichi, albeit a deadpan one with exasperation painted on top. Shuichi doesn’t speak, just stares him down, and Kokichi bursts into giggles when Shuichi’s eyes flick up in a little eye roll before he gets back to organizing his knick-knacks.
“Nehehe! Come on, Shuichi, don’t I get a response? Hey, hey! Come on!” Kokichi whines, unable to keep the smile off his face. When he doesn’t get a response, he instead forces a pout, scowling.
“Shuuuumaaaiiiiii,”
“Yes, honey, your laugh is horrifically evil and utterly diabolical. Now can’t you go ask Rantaro to get you Panta instead?”
“I… well, hey! Don’t dump him on me .”
Immediately, both blue and purple haired heads snap over, to see their boyfriend, smiling and warm with a plastic bag over his arm. Kokichi gasps in delight, launching himself off the bed and throwing his arms around Rantaro, giggling excitedly and snuggling up against his chest.
Soft, padding footsteps make their way over, and Rantaro adjusts Kokichi to pull Shuichi into the now three-way hug.
“Was tutoring okay?” Shuichi asks softly, quickly scooping old notebooks off his bedspread so Rantaro had a place to sit, plopping onto the floor and starting to sort through them and their contents.
“It was okay, yeah. Those kids are pretty cool, actually. Some of them seem to be a little less straight than I thought. Guess you were right.” Rantaro chuckles, reaching into the plastic bag and pulling out - sure enough, a grape Panta - handing it to Kokichi, who cheered excitedly and jumped back up onto his place on the bed.
“Of course Shumai’s right! His gaydar is spot on.” Kokichi laughs, cracking the bottle open carefully, not wanting to spill on his partner’s bedspread. Shuichi hums noncommittally, seeming to have gotten distracted by the notebook’s contents. Rantaro looks down at him, smiling, and sets the bag on the floor, gently closing the notebook cover.
Shuichi jumps a little, face flushing pink, and quickly sets the notebook off to the side, peeking in the others as he continues to sort them, ignoring Rantaro’s affectionate gaze.
“Kokichi, how long as Shuichi been cleaning for?” Rantaro asks, and Kokichi gives a loud ummm, reaching for his phone to check.
“An hooour? Hour and a half, now?” Kokichi looks up, eyes flicking between Shuichi and Rantaro. Are we making him stop?
Rantaro smiles, gives a little nod, and kisses the top of Shuichi’s head, effectively jostling him out of his focus.
“Ah-?”
“You’ve been at this four about an hour, maybe hour and a half, now. You should stop for now. I’ll help you put things away, but enough in-depth work. You should rest, with Kokichi and I.”
Oh, that’s tempting, and Shuichi hesitates a moment, glancing to Kokichi, who tilts his head and offers a soft, amused smile, that little hopeful look in his eyes that melts Shuichi’s heart far too fast.
“Um… okay, sure. Uh…”
Rantaro picks up one stack of notebooks, standing up and glancing down at Shuichi expectantly.
“...huh? Oh! Oh, those should go… over there, in the cubby on the upper left. It’s the one I have the horizontal separation slabs in. I normally stack them on the bottom, lift them up and put those underneath the slabs.” Shuichi points to the cubby, then points behind him. “My notebook and sketchbook bin is over in the corner there. Take all the ones I didn’t get to on my bed and put those in there, please.”
“Sure thing, you got it!” Rantaro hums happily, and gets to it, while Shuichi quickly sets the current stack of notebooks down, sitting up straight and stretching his arms and back, then standing up and getting to work on tidying up.
Kokichi ends up joining in, at some point, keeping Shuichi on task by teasing him lightly or tossing plushies or a pillow at him when he gets distracted, while Rantaro takes care of a lot of the actual putting-away. It’s never easy for Shuichi to just abandon a task he was in the middle of, anyway. It’s better Kokichi keeps him focused while Rantaro cleans up.
“That… should be everything.” Shuichi reports a little while later, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around. Rantaro smiles at him fondly, hands on his hips. He walks over, pulls Shuichi close, and kisses his temple, laughing when the detective bats at his face, flustered.
“Good. I’m going to go get myself, and you two, some food. Any special requests?”
“Hot pockets! Oh, oh! And I have some candy stashed in my room, let me go get that!”
“Uh… can you make me some tea, please? Green or raspberry, either is fine.”
Smiling, Rantaro leaves the room, and Kokichi bumps against Shuichi, dragging him down to give him a soft kiss, that lasts all too shortly, leading to Shuichi grabbing Kokichi by his shirt, quick to drag him back to kiss him again.
“I’m going to go get my candy stuff. You get changed into pajamas, you need a break.” Kokichi scolds softly, and Shuichi scowls at him.
“Only if you do, too.” The detective retorts, and the soft scowl that’s near a pout stops the complain Kokichi’s brain tried to push out his mouth near immediately.
“Mmm.. fine, fine. Okay.” He sighs, and scurries off as soon as Shuichi has released him.
When Rantaro gets back to the dorm, Shuichi is sitting crosslegged on the bed, with Kokichi sprawled over the blankets next to him, both dressed in normal sleepwear for them. Sleep pants, a shirt, and an oversized zip up hoodie for Kokichi, and a hoodie so big Shuichi has to keep pushing the sleeves back with shorts that come to just above his knees.
“Well, you two look comfortable.” Rantaro jokes affectionately, cause Shuichi’s eyes to shoot up from where he was looking at his laptop screen, Kokichi looking over his shoulder and beaming, giving a wave - puchao packet in hand.
“Hi ‘Taro! Yep, we’re comfy alright, but can you believe that Shuichi made me put pj’s on?” Kokichi whined, beaming smile quickly replaced with a scrunched nose and a pout.
Shuichi looked over at him, and rolled his eyes, turning his attention to Rantaro.
“I figured he probably ran himself ragged during the day, I wanted him to take some time to be comfortable and unwind. We’ve been trying to find something to watch with you so we can all relax.”
Rantaro’s face softened, smiling warmly as he walked over, placing the food items and travel mug of tea on the bedstand, gently taking Shuichi’s face into his hands and kissing the top of his head, then letting go to cup the back of Kokichi’s head, kissing him, too.
“So it’s a relaxation night for all of us?”
“Pretty much, maybe?” Shuichi offered, continuing to scroll through the streaming service he had pulled up, flushing when Rantaro peered over his shoulder and spoke.
“Is that why you have a bunch of kid movies pulled up?”
“...ehe?” Kokichi offered, while Shuichi mumbled something incomprehensible.
Rantaro just laughed, settling onto the bed behind them and opening his arms.
“Come here, you two. Get your food off the nightstand, we can watch some movies.”
And while Shuichi sighed in relief and leaned over to grab his tea, before snuggling up against Rantaro’s side, and Kokichi cheered, grabbing his bowl of hot pockets and slumping half against Rantaro’s chest, the tallest of them all laughed fondly, and held his little ones close.