In celebration of my favorite character Kokichi's birthday, I'm posting this collection of fluffy moments between Kokichi and Himiko. I'm sooo excited to be finally be sharing this with you that I'm posting two chapters today! Enjoy!

Himiko, fists to her cheeks, stared at the wall calendar before her. She crossed off June 15 – today – in pencil. Then she balanced the pencil between her upper lip and nose. The circled date, June 21, stared at her back. Kokichi's 18th birthday. Groaning, Himiko slumped onto her desk.

A knock on her door. Kaede popped her head inside. "Himiko, we're heading cafeteria now. Hurry up!" She frowned. "Hey, you okay? What's wrong?" She walked to Himiko's side, mindful of the stacks of soap operas DVDs. "Ah. It's coming up, huh? But didn't you just throw a birthday party for him at your mom's house?"

Himiko raised her chin onto the wooden desk. "Yeah but that was with my family, not as his girlfriend. It's our last year here at Hope's Peak and his 18th birthday. It's gotta be good."

Maki and Tsumugi, their other roommates, stood at the doorway. "Are you coming, Himiko?" asked the caregiver.

Eyes alight, Tsumugi clasped her hands. "Ah, do I sense romance drama? How can I help?"

"Kokichi's birthday is coming up," explained Kaede. "She doesn't know what she should do to celebrate. It's less than a week away so we need something nice and easy."

"Of course! I'll plainly do my best!"

Maki slipped out the door. "I'm getting dinner." At the girls' loud protests, Maki returned. Arms crossed, she sunk into Himiko's bean bag owl head. "This better be quick."

Tsumugi plopped onto Himiko's pink bedsheets. The shelf of magic-related knickknacks above the bed shook. "Whenever you're unsure about giving a gift, you should go back to the basics! What are his favorite things? His hobbies."

Himiko turned around in the swivel chair. "Pranking people."

"Favorite place to hang out?"

"Rooftops."

"F-favorite food?"

"Ummm, I don't – Oh, wait. He likes pocky sticks. That way he can act like he's a slick cowboy chewing on a wheat blade."

Tsumugi nervously laughed. "I can see why you're having trouble."

Maki shrugged. "Just go to Toys R Us and buy the first thing you see." Kaede shot the caregiver a strained look.

Kaede leaned against the vanity sitting next to Himiko's desk. Pictures of her and Kokichi and their friends were taped to the mirror's frame. "Well, if worse comes to worst you can give the typical boyfriend gifts. Like food or chocolate or tickets to a concert."

Himiko shook her head. "More than anything, Kokichi loves unpredictability. And I don't know what his favorite music band is to get him tickets."

Kaede mimed holding a magnifying glass to her eyes. "Well, when I'm stuck with Shuichi, I just think of detective things!"

Himiko tucked a strand of red hair behind an ear, eyes downcast. A sinking feeling filled her stomach. "But I don't know what being a supreme leader means. Or what, if anything, he says about his organization is true…"

Maki leaned forward, elbows on her crossed knees. "You don't have to get him anything. Kaito and I usually just spend time together. We look at the stars, train, or go for walks. He'll tell me the stupid stunts he did back in astronaut training and I share stories about my orphanage."

Himiko glanced at the pictures lining the vanity's mirror. Most of her dates with Kokichi were playing video games together, practicing magic in her lab, or watching anime together. She clenched and unclenched her skit. All ordinary. Not a speck of something magical. Himiko hung her head. "I don't know anything about Kokichi's past." I don't even know what his favorite TV show or color is. She murmured, "I don't know him at all."

The other roommates glanced at each other. Smiling, Kaede's dulcet tone soothed, "It's all right, Himiko. You'll come up with something. We'll keep thinking, too. But we should go eat now. Okay?"

Himiko swiveled around to her desk, back to them. She buried her head in her arms. "You go. I'm not hungry. And this is my problem. I have to figure it out on my own."

Eyes closed, Himiko saw nothing but darkness. After a moment, she heard her bed groaning as Tsumugi rose. The door creaked open, then closed with a soft sigh.

Panting heavily, Himiko bent over, hands on her knees. The sweltering June heat had not only a MP draining effect, but also a HP drain. She straightened, wiping her sweaty forehead, and looked around. Ultimate students roamed the courtyard, heading towards class, eating lunch under the bushy trees, or reading on the benches. A large white statue of the Hope's Peak founder stood in the center. Weather and time had smoothed out the severe, sharp features into a gentler expression. The wind carried the faint sweet smell of grass.

Himiko let out a frustrated sigh. I only have a few days left until his birthday and he's nowhere to be found. …Unless he's right –

"Boo!"

Himiko flinched. Sighing, she turned around. Kokichi was dangling upside down from a tree branch by his legs. "Hey there, Himi! Whatcha doing? Me? I'm just hanging around." He snickered. "I gotcha good, didn't I?"

Himiko rolled her eyes. "No, you didn't. I knew you were behind me."

Kokichi crossed his arms. "Nuh uh."

"Uh huh! You weren't in my lab, on the dorm roof, or had been pestering anyone I came across. So you probably saw me searching for you and decided to hide and scare me."

He pouted. "I'm not that boringly predictable, am I?"

"You are to…" The wind rustling through the leaves sounded like a soothing lullaby. Himiko's voice softened to a whisper. "You are to me." After a moment, Himiko blurted, "Hey. What's your favorite color?"

"Color?" Brows raised, Kokichi tilted his head to the side. Being upside down, his hair trailed towards the ground, making his baffled face all the goofier. "Blood red. Just kidding." His voice deepened. "It's the tears of the people I crush underfoot. So clear, I guess?"

That's not a color. So he doesn't have one. Himiko exhaled in relief. A weight lifted off her shoulders. But how did I know he'd be behind me? It's probably because of all the time we've… Himiko's eyes widened.

"Hey, hey!" Kokichi held out his arms. "Wanna Spiderman and MaryJane?" He waggled his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers. Grinned.

"Nyeh?"

Kokichi grabbed Himiko's face. She jerked. Closing his eyes, Kokichi planted a kiss on the underside of Himiko nose.

"Pffffht!" Grimacing, Kokichi spat in Himiko's face. Squealing, Himiko pushed him away. Yelping, Kokichi fell out of the tree and top of Himiko.

"Get off me!" Himiko shoved his feet out of her face. "How dare you!" she shouted, standing up. Himiko vigorously wiped her face with her sleeve.

At her cries, the students stopped chatting to stare.

Kokichi rose to his elbows, shaking his head. Brambles and leaves stuck up in his hair like cowlicks. "Bleh! Ew, God, your abnormally long nostril hair makes me wanna vomit!"

"W-well you spat on me then kicked me in the head! I think we're even."

"Even? Even?!" Kokichi rose to his feet. "Oh, we are so totally not, girl! That was the single most disgusting thing I ever experienced!"

"If you gave me more warning, maybe I could of done it right!"

"I gave you plenty of warning! I asked if you wanted to Spiderman, remember?"

"I don't watch those stupid American superhero movies!"

"It's not my fault you got bad taste!"

Shaking their heads, the other students returned to their books or walking. Oblivious to the bell ringing for class, the two continued to bicker, their raised voices reaching the sky.

Holding a book to her chest, Himiko ducked out of the dorm building. At this late hour few were about. Dark storm clouds distorted the sun's light into a dim gray. Clutching the book, she ran around the building, heedless of the puddles. As she rounded the last corner, her steps slowed.

Two green dumpsters stood against the smooth cream wall. Thanks to the earlier rainfall, the trash's stench was especially potent. Every ground window was closed, blue blinders drawn. Only the faint sounds of music and laughter drifted down from the upper floors.

Himiko looked down at her book. Ribbon bound together the colored construction paper. Each page was bordered with 100 yen zigzag ribbon from a craft store. Sticker bubble letters read "Happy Birthday Kokichi". She flipped through the pages. Stick figure drawings. Mismatching glitter and rimstone letters. Four leaf clover, used ticket stubs, and folded brochures. Two sleepless nights for this. A two-year-old could of made something better. Himiko swallowed a lump in her throat. Her eyes stung. He's gonna hate it for sure.

Sniffing, Himiko approached the dumpster. She opened the lid. Raised the book overhead.

"Boo!"

Himiko jumped out of her skin. The book smacked to the ground.

"Nee-heehee! I still goooooot it."

"K-Kokichi! What are you…?"

"Hey, what's this? Looks purdy. Gimme!" Kokichi snatched up the book.

Himiko's heart lurched. "No! Stop, don't look!"

Kokichi dodged her swipes. Stepping out of reach, he read the cover. He went still. Voice low, he asked, "Why were you gonna throw this out?"

Himiko brushed away a stray tear. "Cuz it's… cuz it's stupid. It's trash."

Kokichi exhaled. Then he flashed a grin. "Well, if it's a gift to me, don't I get to decide that?"

Himiko's stomach twisted. "No, please don't. Don't look at it."

Smiling, Kokichi grabbed her hand. "Come on. Let's go to a less smelly place."

Head hanging, Himiko let herself be led. Her feet dragged against the concrete. Kokichi rounded the corner. A flower bed and a vegetable garden stretched before them. To the right, a shed and animal pen stood, maintained by Gundham. Beyond the flower beds the blue track court extended into the distance.

Kokichi sat Indian style against the wall. Sighing, Himiko sat beside him. The leader opened to the first page. On the right, a picture showed Kokichi hugging the mage from behind. Himiko was looking over her shoulder, laughing. Stenciled cursive read "One does not fall in love in an instant, but in the hundreds of happy moments spent side by side."

Blushing, Himiko buried her face in her hands. So cheesy. Peering through splayed fingers, she saw Kokichi flip the page. The picture showed an overblown stuffed unicorn sitting on her bed. Kokichi gasped. "I remember that thing. You kept it all this time?"

Himiko leaned in closer. Smiled. "How could I not? It's our baby."

Kokichi snorted. "That's right, that's right."

Heads bowed over the book, they read the words Himiko wrote on the adjoining page. Together they lost themselves in the book's memories.