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Unrequited Love • Kokichi x Crush!Reader

Kokichi's POV:

I'm just going to go right out and say it: I like (Y/N)... who wouldn't? She's clever, pretty, and above all can be the bitchiest person you've ever met! I hate to admit, her insults are *nearly* as good as mine. We've built a kind of enemies repertoire, it's a known fact she despises me. But that's okay.. this crush will just faze over at some point, right? I mean, the Ultimate Supreme Leader pining after some girl? An incredibly beautiful, exceptionally talented, a little insane, girl...

"Kokichi. Kokichi? Hey, titless, you're staring at her again. If I'm gonna shove some sense into you, d'you want it down the throat, or do you want it up your a—"

"Shut your mouth, you noisy sow. I'm not staring, just.. looking off into space!"

"Yeah, sure...."

I guess my longing is wasted, given that she's already dating some strange guy from another class: Nagito Komaeda. Everyone compares me to him, but I don't really get why. Something about that guy really creeps me out, like how he's always fantasizing about hope. It's seriously weird!

But, there's no use in thinking about that worthless piece of trash: he knows he isn't good enough for (Y/N), and so does everyone else. I don't get why she keeps him around, when she could be with someone so much better... With someone like me. I guess for now I'll just have to settle with the enemies dynamic we have going on, even if I really wish she just knew how I felt. But if I couldn't even be honest with myself about her, how could I possibly tell her?

"Ouma~! You've not been paying attention to the lesson at all, have you? Well, I told everyone to get into partners, but it seems both you and (Y/N) zoned out of that part, so I'm grouping you together. Hopefully, you can actually do something productive..."

This is exactly why I hate teachers and kinda wish Nagito had actually blew up or burnt this place down (even though, with Hope's Peak's funding, they couldn't probably have it rebuilt in a few weeks). (Y/N) stood behind the teacher, not even looking at me as she was essentially forced to sit next to me.

"Hey there, Crackerjack! You already planning ways to kill me?"

"... Believe me, I've planned your death to a T."

(Y/N) was always completely stone-faced, even more so than freakin' Munakata, so as she said that, the slight smile she gave me felt like a slice of heaven. She reverted back to her usual stoic state, and started with the work we were assigned. I wasn't paying any attention, so I didn't know what I was meant to be doing; I looked over (Y/N)'s shoulder, hoping to see what we were meant to do, but instead I saw something... weird. Perverse. Totally strange. Like, ohmigod - It was a letter. And not just *any* letter. A love letter! (You know, the more I say letter the less it sounds like an actual word.)
I couldn't make out who it was to, but I'm sure it was probably to Nagito asking him to meet or something, or maybe even another boy. But either way, the hopes that it'd be me were long gone.

"Hey! Quit it, Ouma! You're gonna make me smudge the ink!"

She'd been using a fountain pen, which I always found hard to write with, and sealed the letter in a purple envelope: had to say, I liked her color choice. But after that, we didn't talk: I got on with my work, she got on with hers. Like I said, I didn't know what I was meant to be doing, so when I say I 'got on with my work', I mean looking over Shuichi's work in front of me and basically copy and pasting it down in a different font. The rest of the lesson flew by pretty quickly and quietly, so when the bell rang I leapt up from my seat and sprinted out of the classroom.

Your POV:

Today of all days he chooses to leave quickly? Typical. Normally, he would stay behind just to annoy me, or take forever packing up. But today he ran off like there's no tomorrow, not even giving me a chance to give him the letter. I suppose it's easier to not do it face to face anyway, so I guess I'm leaving like that was doing me a favor.