✨10,000 Little Love Letters✨ ~soulmate amaguji~

~ introductions are overrated ~

! korekiyo POV !

"raro?" the boy tilts his head, letting fluffy, green locks fall to the side. "do you mean rantaro? or did kokichi finally get that extra foot of height he wanted?"

"a-apologies. you are the boy i met in the hall, yes? i simply never caught your name."

met was a nice way of putting it. i totally didn't embarrass myself in front of this very attractive boy and his popular friends. hell, i wouldn't be surprised if he was judging me. though... he didn't look like the type. he looked warm and soft, with a soft jawline and chubby cheeks dusted with freckles. with big, soft hair that fell around his gentle eyes. and big clothes that fell so nicely off and around his slender form. and that godforsaken doofus smile.

he was the exact opposite of me. bony, scarred hands that needed to be concealed, along with the rest of my pale and lanky body. long hair that needed to be cared for all the time. because god forbid it was tangled or oily. scary, hallow eyes that no one dared to meet with theirs. and yet here was this sweet boy, looking up at them with wonder.

"oh! yes, that's me! introductions are overrated anyways." he holds out his hand, most likely gesturing to shake it. i reach out to him, and he firmly squeezes and shakes my hand.

"do... i not scare you?"

"not at all!! cmon, sit? i got kicked out of class and could use some company."

i sit next to him, the mix of a local air vent above my head and the cold, barren floors of the hallway sending chills throughout my body. i despised being cold. i hated the chills that reminded me of her touch. her gentle, disgusting touch that trailed up and down my skin. her touch that felt so cold. so distant. i hug myself tightly, trembling and desperately trying to warm myself up. to get this feeling to go away.

"do you want my jacket?"

"ah?"

the shorter boy holds out a jacket, the large sleeves making it seem extra cuddly. his face holds a twinge of worry, but his eyes remain kind.

"you look cold." he gently wraps it around me, his hands lightly brushing across my back. a feeling that would normally panic me calms me down. they were so warm, so soft... so comforting. "thought i could help out."

"thank you... but it is yours..."

"keep it. that is, if you'd like to!"

the jacket was lovely... it felt like a big hug, calming and cozy. it smelled like the boy too, a hint of honey lavender mixed with the fabric detergent. it was a letterman jacket, with a light blue and grey color scheme that matched his shirt. on the back was a large "amami", what i assumed was the boy's last name.

"amami...? that.. is a lovely last name."

"oh, thank you! you are...?"

"shinguji. korekiyo shinguji is my name."

"well, kiyo-chan!" kiyo-chan?  "wanna be friends? you seem like a chill dude!"

hardly.

i wrap the jacket more around myself, being comforted by it's presence. i reach into my own pocket, pulling out a small locket from inside of it. it was a shiny gold, cold and smooth to the touch. one of my most prized possessions.

and yet, i hold it out to the boy.

"a gift. in response to the jacket and the friendship... this is what friends do, yes?"

"they do sometimes! it's gorgeous... are you sure?"

i gently clasp it around his neck, letting the charm dangle across his sharp collarbone.

"but of course. its only fair."

the boy reaches out for a hug, but gets interrupted by a loud ringing throughout the halls.

"ah, damn. the bell. i'll talk later kiyo-chan!!"

"wait-"

and like that, the boy had vanished.