The Way of the Fanboy (Male Reader x Shikimori)

Truths

Y/n woke up on the last midnight of his suspension in cold sweat. He could feel the shivers going up and down his entire body, piercing his skin. It had been a while since he had dreamt. There was a creeping idea that hadn't fully taken form until now: Izumi has changed because of me.

The thought kept eating away like a worm in Y/n's gut. Shikimori is sad... because of me, Y/n thought. She's done so much for me and I only make her sadder and sadder.

Y/n wrapped his hands around himself, trying to make the thought go away. His breath was labored, and heavy. If only I never fell in love.

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There was a soft rain outside when Y/n woke up again. He ran out of the house with his school bag and umbrella. There was that familiar, earthy, fresh aroma that Y/n could smell in the rain. Sometimes he felt like other people couldn't smell it. 

The pitter-patter of the drops, diluted the pain in his abdomen, and Y/n felt a little less lonely. 

He watched the puddles splosh under his shoes while he walked to school. Somehow the gray sky had a mysticism in it for Y/n. He couldn't explain it.

It was like the whole world was sad, and he wasn't the only one alone in the rain.

Once he reached school Y/n saw Shikimori standing beside the front gate with an umbrella. Her wet, pink hair glistened in the dark weather, and her eyes sparkled in them. "Hey!" Y/n shouted.

Shikimori slowly looked over Y/n with the same old smile she always greeted him with. "Hey, Y/n."

But Y/n felt a strange intuition—that something was off. Was it Shikimori's eyes? Was it her smile? 

"You've got a lot of catching up to do in classwork," she commented.

"Yeah, I guess," Y/n said. "Are you waiting for someone here?"

"Nope. I just don't want to go inside right now."

Y/n thought really hard about asking her Izumi. But then again, did he even have any business with her at this point?

"Well," he started hesitantly. "I'll head inside."

As Y/n walked away he felt a strong tug in his heart, as if he didn't want to leave—as if he had to know if Shikimori was okay. However, Y/n continued without stopping.

The rain poured throughout the day, slowly brewing into a storm. The sky rumbled ominously, and lightning struck the earth close to the school building.

"What's up," Shuu approached Y/n.

"Nothing you?"

"Nothing except I think Shikimori and Izumi are fighting."

"...What makes you think that?"

"Izumi is just sitting by himself depressed every class," Shuu said.

Shuu didn't mention that Izumi was almost beginning to mirror Y/n—the same lonely, sad kid at the corner of the room.

"Also I wanted to know Y/n," Shuu paused.

"What?"

"What did you and Izumi fight over exactly?"

Y/n gave a long hard stare Shuu, but Shuu stood there unflinching. "Izumi was just annoying me by getting in my way," he finally answered. "That's it."

"You know... I've had this feeling for a long time Y/n. I never told anyone because I respected you, but deep down... you like Shikimori don't you?"

Y/n felt his heart stop at that moment. It was like suddenly eyes hidden in shadows for years, came out to reveal themselves and watch Y/n. 

"What?" he croaked weakly.