itoshika month (shikatani x itome)

December 5: My Secret Diary(fluff)

Itome picks up a pen and scribbles in his diary.
"Today, the mysterious boy that i met on the first day of school talked to me!"
It had happened quite casually. The "mysterious boy" as Itome called him was passing Itome by in the corridor and happened to bump into Akemi, his friend/club president. While they were in the thick of discussing the latest club activities, the "mysterious boy" caught sight of Itome looking miserable and lonely.
That was when he sailed up to Itome in that elegant way of his and started a casual conversation.
Itome weaves through the crowd on the first day of school, gasping at the new sights and sounds. Suddenly, a hand pushes its way through and as if by magic, the typical gossipy high school crowd dissipated. A rough hand shoves Itome down, making him fall on his back and cry out in pain. He looked up and it was a pair of best friends, faces scrunched up, mean-looking. In comparison to your typical high school bullies, they were like little rich brats in expensive skinny jeans acting tough. It didn't matter if they looked grew more inches so that they totally didn't look like little kids, or more intimidating to the small fry. Either way, they were well and truly feared. The wretched pair snatched Itome's book away and tossed it around as if they were playing basketball. Tears swam in Itome's eyes. Not once in his spoilt, pampered life had he been treated like this. Having spent his whole life being petted and spoilt by all the rest of his family, he had not been expecting to be treated like that once he stepped out of the house.
"aww, so you're gonna cry from a little game of basketball, aren't ya? damn, kid, you really are some weakling."
As they were about to kick the tattered book, a hand roughly pushed them.
"Leave.Him.Alone."
The boy who had rescued Itome was tall and slender, with big lavender eyes and soft purple hair that framed his pretty face. The first thing that most people noticed about this mysterious person was his eyelashes. Or rather, length of it. They were long and pronounced, seeming almost girlish.
The mysterious aura about this person seemed to scare the bullies and they disappeared.
The purple-haired boy dusted his hands off and helped Itome to his feet before turning around.
"What's your name?"
The purple-haired boy glowers at Itome, almost angrily.
"Why do you need to know? And what usage would you have for it anyway?"
"To call you by, of course..."
"then don't fucking call me."
The scribbling ends, dragging Itome back to the present. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get to know the name of his admirer...
In the meantime, he could perhaps just keep the diary and his precious scribblings.

(A/N i hope you enjoyed! i know that shikatani and itome didn't meet like that but i wanted some au :)) thank you so much for reading!! <33 - hu tao)