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Yes the original is kiyouma. Get over it.

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Kokichi POV (The sick one)

I let out a thick cough. "Ughh.." I put on a loose t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. I looked in the mirror, the dim purple lighting pronouncing my eyes. Bbooty so big- good lord, have mercy <:0. I let out a hoarse chuckle. I took a swig of my water, anddddd now i'm out of water. Now i HAVE. to leave my room. Ugh. I sighed and I trudged to the dining hall, sneezing and coughing the whole way. I slowly opened the dining hall door. "Okay! But someone has to check on him! He has barely left his dorm for the past three days! What if he's plotting?!" I heard a long sigh. "If you're ever so concerned for his well being then why don't you visit his living quarters..?" Kiyo stated. Everyone is talking about me. "Hell no! I am not taking orders from a male." Kiyo looks agitated. "What if he's sick?? Or hurt?? Or...." Akamatsu-san stopped themself. "....He isn't deceased. I assure you." I slowly walked in, without stealth. Kiyo looked me in the eyes. "Ah,,, There he..... Eh--" I probably look like I just woke up, or I look miserable. I slowly walked to the kitchen. I started to fill my water bottle. "Ouma-kun..?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped at the sudden contact. Kiyo's soft and concerned voice graced my ears, leaving me breathless.. "....Hi Kiyo." Oh my god I sound like I drowned in cheese graters. I held back a cough. ".....Are you alright..? You appear..... Sickly.." His hand slowly went down my arm. His concern is apparent. "Don't..... Don't worry about me." I put the lid on my water bottle. I turned around, facing him. He gracefully brushed my bangs (Fringe for my Non-Americans reading this) out of my face. "Sickly and miserable.." He started unwrapping one of his gloves. Oh- so that's how that's how that works.. He put his hand on my forehead gingerly. His eyes widened. "What.?" He grazed my face softly with his..... Really soft hands-- wait, no, just hands. I leaned his hand unintentionally. "You're heating up...." His eyes are soft, He somehow looks absolutely amazing no matter the lighting. The warmish fluorescent lighting brought out the cool green tones in his long silky hair. The smell of incense and lavender wafted from him. "Have you been resting..?" He tilted my head upward. ".......Uh..." I looked away. He scooped me up with his elegant..long arms.. Ugh help. I leaned into his collar bone. "I am going to take you to my dorm..." He carried me away. His waterfall like hair cascading down his shoulders. It's soft,,,, lushious. I closed my eyes. He set me on something and he ruffled my hair. "Get some rest.." He moved his hand from my head. I grabbed it. I.......I don't know....why... I slowly let go. "......Sorry.." I can feel his eyes grazing my face. I felt a weight next to me. He ruffled my hair. "It is.... Alright..." Why did I do that..? He continued stroking my hair. Is this what he's like with... everyone..? "Please... Do not speak of this.." I leaned into his touch and I opened my eyes. "I don't plan on it.." He unwrapped his other glove. "....Good." He put both hands on my face, caressing my cheeks in a tender manner. His hands are warm, as if the sun kissed them. They're soft as well.. I shut my eyes. ".......You're...Enjoying this aren't you.." He gently squeezed my cheeks. I can't help it.. "Shut it.." I leaned further. Ugh. Now he knows my weakness. He slid his hand under my head, lifting it. I sat up. I looked him in the eyes. "Scoot over." His eyes returned to a soft state, a kind state. I smirked. "Make mee~" He laid down next to me. "Lie next to me....Dearest..~" ...

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I did as he said. I layed on my side facing him. He continued playing with my hair. The light is off. My LED lights are purple on its lowest setting. The purple made his hair look midnight black. His hair is pooling around his arm. I swept it away from his face. It's very soft. He pulled me closer to his torso, I realized I was on his arm. My forehead is resting on his chest. He's very warm. I buried my face into his chest. Very warm. I...wonder how soft his lips are... WAIT NO. HEY. STOP........I bet they're warm.. HEY. NO. QUITE IT. He slowly relocated his hand to my waist. "...Get rest." He brought his hand to my face, tilting it upward. He looks so... beautiful. He pecked my forehead through his mask. I returned my face to his chest. Comfy. I shut my eyes. I drifted into a blissful sleep.

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