Today, as usual, I'm going to school so I'm taking the train. I usually get on the 53 line but it's in works for the next few weeks so I've got to use another line, the 16th, instead.
I don't really mind, but it's not like I enjoy it either. Of course, I'd like to have more time to watch Danganronpa but I guess this gives me a good excuse to spend less time bearing my uncle and his so-called "nice" family.
As usual, I sit down next to the window to admire the landscape. And, as usual, I put my bag on the seat next to me so that no one can sit down here. I'm not in the mood to talk with another human being, thanks but no thanks.
There aren't many people at this hour. Even if it's starting to get a lot of students from different schools. Some of them are currently getting on the train by the way.
« Hey ! What the hell are ya doin' ?!»
« Hu-huh ?»
Oh great... what's going on now ? Guys, you're bothering everyone... can't you be calmer or is that too much to ask ?
« Yo thought yo could steal our place like that ?!»
« B-But t-this is n-no-»
« What ?! Yo got something to say, brat ?!»
« A-ah ! N-no ! I-I'm s-sorry ! I didn't know it was yours ! I'm sorry !»
« Yeah, this is more like it ! And I better not see ya here again ! »
Oh god... stand up for yourself, for god's sake ! You're even worse than Mikan ! Who's that kid letting everyone stepping on him ?
I turn my head, getting my eyes away from the window to find out about the protagonists of the audio scene I just overheard.
Two tall boys -who are still dwarfs compared to me- are sadisticly snickering sitting down on their places while a little boy wearing the Teito uniform walks away, hugging tightly his school bag in his arms.
Judging by his soft face, he looks really shy and not the kind of person who would create problems to anyone. Everyone could just step on him and crush him... No wonder he doesn't speak up...
But...
Tha... that's weird...
This boy...
His face... I think it looks adorable...
And his messy purple hairs... hiding half of his face... this purple is not the same purple as Kyoko's, it's way darker but... it's still very beautiful...
That's weird... why does my heart ache all of a sudden ? Well... this is not really « aching»... I mean... this feeling... I... I think I like it... it feels... nice...
This boy...this is the first time I've ever felt that way... I think he looks so cute... I just want to detail every part of his face, every pixel of it, every lock of his hairs... he looks even cuter...
Normally, I should have looked away to get back to admiring the landscape through the window but... now, I can't look away... I don't want him to leave my sight... I want to look at him every single second... for the longest time...
What ? It's... it's normal to admire someone or something you find pretty, right... ?
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My Guardian Demon
Fiksi PenggemarMy name is Kokichi. Kokichi Ouma. Student from the Mizanaki High School. I'm 16 but I'm by far the shortest boy in my class. And the weakest too. I guess that explains why I'm always their favorite victim... Kaito Momota and Gonta Gokuhara... I hate...