A Danganronpa fic.
First published December 2025.
Saihara x Akamatsu x Oma x Amami, 987 words.
Shuichi woke up in the morning because Kaede and Kokichi were getting noisy. Talking and giggling – all very softly, but there was no way it couldn’t wake him up. Not when they were sharing a bed.
‘He’s awake now,’ Kaede said to Kokichi, admonishing him. ‘Sorry, Shuichi.’
‘It’s alright,’ Shuichi said, flipping onto his side. Kokichi was in the middle.
‘I’m not sorry,’ Kokichi said, touching a finger to Shuichi’s nose. ‘Kaede wouldn’t let me wake you up properly.’
‘Properly’ usually meant getting jumped. It wasn’t a bad thing, but there was something they had to do this morning …
The doorbell rang, and that was it.
‘Nooo,’ Kokichi said. ‘Tell him to go away.’ He turned and buried his head in Kaede’s cleavage.
‘I’ll get up,’ Shuichi said.
‘We’ll all get up,’ Kaede said, pushing against Kokichi’s shoulder.
They probably made a pretty suspicious set of characters. By the time Shuichi got to the door, Amami had given up on the doorbell and was leaning against the wall with his phone out.
‘Sorry,’ Shuichi said. ‘We, um, slept in.’
‘No worries,’ Amami said, putting his phone away. He clapped Shuichi on the arm. ‘It’s good to see you.’
Amami was back briefly from his travels, so they’d scheduled the whole day to catch up. Sleeping in wasn’t a good start. Shuichi had dressed quickly, but he felt a bit groggy.
‘Kaede’s just taking a shower,’ he said. Looked about the empty living room. He could hear the shower going, and it would be just like them … ‘I don’t know if Kokichi’s up yet.’ Blatant lie; he was pretty sure Kokichi had convinced Kaede to let him shower with her, leaving Shuichi to greet Amami on his own. And try and cover for their living situation on his own.
‘Late night?’ Amami asked.
‘Kaede had a recital.’
‘And I missed it? You should have said.’
Shuichi shrugged. He thought Kaede had said, but Amami wasn’t always that reliable, for remembering things like that. ‘She’d probably be happy to play for you if you wanted.’
‘Maybe later in the day.’ The plan was to go out for breakfast and get a picnic lunch. Maybe get dinner too, if Amami didn’t have other plans.
Amami was telling Shuichi about the Cameron Highlands when Kaede came out, her face pink and clean, her hair still damp. And any minute now, Kokichi would come out as well, and his hair would also be wet, because they had no subtlety whatsoever.
Ostensibly, Kaede and Shuichi were engaged, and Kokichi was simply their flatmate. Usually that was a fine cover. But not on a Saturday morning.
They ate their lunch at the park, looking out at the plum trees. It was a crisp, sunny day, and there were families out, and the four of them. Who weren’t a family, or weren’t yet. He wondered if Kaede’s eyes lingered on the children, or maybe he was imagining it.
Maybe Amami watched the children, a little wistfully.
Amami had a lot of stories for them, and he showed them his pictures: places Shuichi had never been and people he didn’t know. But Amami always looked happy in them.
‘They’re so pretty!’ Kaede said, of one photo Amami had taken with two women, both hanging off him.
‘Yeah, they were cool girls,’ Amami said. ‘Eugenie had just come back from a field trip to the jungle –’
His eyes lit up, telling stories. The woman were pretty, and they looked so familiar with Amami in the photo that Shuichi couldn’t help wondering if he’d slept with them. If he’d even slept with both of them.
Shuichi had never had such a fascination with what other people might be doing in bed, until he’d come to terms with the idea that he wasn’t just dating Kaede; he wasn’t just friends with Kokichi. And then he had to wonder how other people papered up their own lives to look presentable.
Not that Amami ever made much effort to look presentable. What was he doing with his life? Backpacking. Oh, he sold some articles along the way, but it wasn’t exactly a respectable life.
But even people who seemed respectable had their own inner and private lives. You learned that quickly too, in Shuichi’s line of work.
Kaede made them all flower crowns, stringing daisies together and bestowing them like a blessing. They ate and they talked, and Oma fell asleep on the blanket until Kaede woke him up brushing daisies over his eyelids.
Amami caught that, Shuichi thought.
He wondered what Amami thought of them now. If he saw through them.
Amami stuck around with them for dinner, and insisted he was shouting their drinks. Shuichi sat beside Kokichi and opposite Amami; on their third round, Kokichi slipped his hand over Shuichi’s thigh. Shuichi had to try not to respond, not to draw attention, not to enjoy the sensation, because he was a little bit tipsy, after all. He wondered if Kokichi and Kaede were playing footsy under the table. What would happen if Kaede did as Kokichi did, and slipped her hand over Amami’s leg, and turned her body toward him, and whispered something filthy in his ear?
‘Did you have somewhere to stay tonight?’ Kaede asked. ‘You know you can always stay with us.’
‘Would that be okay? I hadn’t booked in anywhere.’
‘Of course.’ Kaede bit her lip, and glanced across the table.
‘I want Amami-niichan to sleep with me,’ Kokichi said.
‘I don’t know about that,’ Amami said. ‘Things would be getting pretty crowded.’
Shuichi froze. Kaede too, looked stunned, torn between laughing it off or ‘correcting’ Amami. Or maybe …
‘We have a very big bed,’ Kokichi said, and the grin didn’t leave his face.
It turned out Amami had no biases or inhibitions with regards to polyamory. Or, for that matter, about foursomes.
Maybe there was something to be said for not always being discreet.