COTE what ifs

A masterpiece and a platinum haired beauty

Authors note: i just wanted to tell everyone that i took inspiration from a different fanfic for this so if anyone knows who that author is, please but it in the comments, so yeah, enjoy!

Kiyotaka POV

I was walking to the grocery store when i happened to see kiryuin senpai relaxing on a bench."ahh intersting-kouhai kun, come sit."
Peaceful life chan, how i miss you.

I begrudgingly sat down and told her for the umpteenth time to call me by my name to which she responded wish a flirty and mischevious smile "of course, kiyotaka kun, you can call me fuka in return." I sighed. This senpai really was exhausting. I decided it would be easier to just go along with her. "Of course fuka." I thought she would be even slightly embarrassed by the fact i was calling her by her first name on top of the fact that i had dropped the honorific from her name but she just laughed it off as usual.

"Actually kiyotaka, i was hoping i would run into you, I have a preposition to make."Hoh? This had peaked my interest. "A preposition?" I repeated. "Yes, specifically a game." Her smile widened' "Russian roulette." I was unfamiliar with the game. Fuka noticed this, "Let's go somewhere else."

She had led me to an alleyway where she explained the rules, it was basically a game of chicken. "What are the wagers?" She seemed surprised that i was willing to play.

"Wagers? There are no wagers in russian roulette. It's for the thrill of it. For the excitement. You feel most alive when rapidly approaching death." Her enraptured expression spoke of how she felt about the game.

Fuka pulled out a revolver, i don't know from where she procured it "shall we start the game?" I nodded. She held the gun in front of her eye and pulled the trigger. Safe. She handed it over to me. "If you chicken out its my win, don't forget ki~yo~ta~ka." Fuka provoked me mercilessly. I paid it no mind and held the gun to the side of my head. I pulled the trigger. No bullet.

This carried on for a while until there were two shots left. It was fuka's turn. "Only two left kiyotaka, and if its not this one, that means your time is up." She put the gun under her head, aiming up, she squeazed the trigger. No bullet. "Well well well, we both know what this means." she lackadaisicaly handed the gun over to me.

This was it. My turn. The final shot. One bullet in the chamber. My heart rate picked up. Huh. I was normally unresponsive, no matter the subject. I felt my throat tighten. My heart was racing. This is emotion. This is the reason for living. Kei turned the corner. She stopped and saw what i was doing. "KIYOTA-" bang.

Fuka POV

A beautiful crimson splashed everywhere, it stained the clothes and faces of me and the girl who stood at the end of the alleyway. In his final moments, kiyotaka was different to all i'd played before. He didn't act scared or try to run away. He felt the thrill of the game. I looked at the girl.
"Want to play a game?"