In Gentle Tones of Warmest White | Oumami

Chapter 4

Kokichi had never felt so... bad in his life.

Not bad as in guilty- the supreme leader never felt guilt for any of his actions. This bad was felt more in the physical sense.

One second he was getting on Miu's nerves like he usually did, and the next second his soul had ejected itself into the astral realm as his body got screwed over by the forces of gravity combined with the incredibly hard school walls and floor. (Leave it to the most prestigious school in Japan to be so structurally sound, dammit.)

The rest of the day's events were a blur. Sure, he faintly recalls that his vision had gone white a few times- but had he actually fallen unconscious at some point in time?

The only thing Kokichi knew for certain was that it was Rantaro who had helped him. He vaguely remembers his classmate carrying him out of the school. Had he been carried all the way to his house? He also thinks he remembers Rantaro feeding him something (He couldn't remember what exactly he had eaten if his life depended on it- all he knew was that it was really good.), but it was so strange and dream-like that Kokichi wasn't sure if he had just imagined it.

The start of what he does remember happened sometime during the previous night- after sleeping for so long during the day, Kokichi found himself wide awake at one point, tossing and turning underneath the incredibly soft covers. A soft grunt from behind him made him instantly freeze up. His breath hitched in his throat as he slowly turned around.

Laying right next to him was most definitely Rantaro Amami- arm haphazardly stretched out as he lightly snored. It was too dark to see his face clearly, but the curls in his hair and facial structure were all too familiar to Kokichi.

The supreme leader held still, waiting for Rantaro to say or do something. After a minute or so with no response, Kokichi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, allowing his head to sink further into the pillow. (The bed was so comfortable and for what? Everything from the covers to the pillows to the mattress itself had no business being this high quality. Just what kind of luxurious life was Rantaro living?)

Although he remembers this next part as clear as day, Kokichi couldn't recall why he had done what he did. But yet, he's able to recall his fingers clenching the pillow as he bit his lip, hesitating briefly before scooting closer to Rantaro, who didn't seem to notice his advances.

Kokichi slithered his way under Rantaro's arm with ease, nuzzling his head against his chest as he closed his eyes. Rantaro, who he had presumed was still asleep, stirred slightly, but made no motion to push his friend away. Instead, he did the opposite- Kokichi is definitely able to recall the arm around him suddenly pulling him in closer.

Perhaps there wasn't a reason at all as to why he did what he did that night.

It didn't really matter though, did it? The previous night had long since passed and made way to the present day- an annoyingly bright morning that perturbed Kokichi. He almost didn't notice Rantaro's absence from the bed, but when he did he wasn't the least bit surprised. The day had probably long since started, and Rantaro was probably at school.

The bed was so comfortable. Unnecessarily so. A part of Kokichi wanted to fall right back asleep and stay there forever. As he closed his eyes to do just that, it was in that very moment that Kokichi finally became aware of the fact that he had slept in his school uniform. He had much preferred wearing his old all white high school uniform, but he didn't necessarily mind the light brown shades of the Hopes Peak Uniform. What he did mind, however, was how uncomfortable his blazer and tie had made him feel- the polar opposite of how Rantaro's bed felt.

Kokichi sat up, only to immediately fall back down as a groan escaped his lips. For a moment, he had forgotten that the reason he was at Rantaro's house in the first place was because he had slammed the living hell out of his head just the other day. Big mistake.