COTE one shots

Kareoke

I spelt kareoke wrong but WHO REALLY CARESSSSS

I got people asking me to write on my other book, but that book drains me too much. So I decided to drain myself on this book.

THE ADJECTIVES MMMMMMMMMMM. AGAIN sorry about it being one biiiig paragraph, I write everything then copy paste it onto WATTPAD so you can't comment on each INDIVIDUAL PRAGAPHRPA.

YOoo btw Kiyotaka's finally discovering emotions now cause I swear the LN reached the 3rd year and the edgelord still hasn't changed.

Btw as I was writing this, I wrote certainly as Surtenly and I forgot how to spell it for 2 minutes that's fucming hilariosu

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"Kiyotakaaaaaaa!"

"Yes Hirata?"

"Come to the karaoke with us please."

"I don't reall- Suzune...How are you-"

"I suggest you listen to them, I tried to refuse too."

Suzune touching grass? Unheard of, it almost sounded like blasphemy. But that gave me enough reason to get my lousy ass up and follow Hirata and co outside for a karaoke.

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"I can't sing tho."

"Who cares," Ike sniggered "most of us can't sing anyways. It's just for fun."

"Yes Ayanokouji, what Ike said, please enjoy yourself."

"Ok Hirat- OH ice-cream, let's get some."

"I-"

"Now."

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*Cracks neck menacingly, watch me cookm*

As I stand in the dim glow of the karaoke bar, surrounded by the boisterous energy of friends, I am an island of calm in a sea of exuberance. I watch as Hirata and the rest of my friends (excluding Suzune who was sat with me), burst energy onto the stage, each person carrying something different to the table. I remained indifferent, simple singing couldn't sway a heart that had been entrapped for so long.

"Ayanokouji! Come sing, it's your turn." Kushida called over.

"I'll make sure to record this, rat." Suzune whispered.

I am Kiyotaka, the boy whose heart has never danced to the rhythm of emotions that so easily sway others. I am an emotionless figure, tossed around to do things I never wanted to do. I approach the microphone, its surface a cold reminder of the barrier between me and the world. I just had to sing and get this over with, nothing too difficult.

The song I choose is a familiar one, a melody that has often filled the silence of my room. As the first chords play, I brace myself to fill the void with the flat, lifeless tones they expect from me. I knew they didn't expect something great from here, as I was and always have been an empty husk of a human.

 But as I begin to sing, a strange warmth spreads through my chest. The words that leave my lips are not the ones I normally sing when I'm bored ; they are rich with feeling, a symphony of highs and lows that I have never dared to explore. What am I doing? I've never put so much passion into something. It's unnatural, strange, bewildering. Also bewildering were the faces of my friends, who watched on in shock.

With each verse, I feel as though I am shedding a skin, revealing parts of myself I've kept hidden since the early years of when I was in the white room. I feel as though I'm taking off the mask of indifference I've drilled onto my face since I entered the institution, and the words of the song simply carried me away, swayed my heart as I sang. I closed my eyes, not wanting the moment to seep away. As just for a moment, I was no longer an emotionless machine ; but a vessel of song and graciousness, and I want this moment to last.

My song finished, and there was no signs of mockery or belittlement ; but awe and wonder.

The applause that follows is a thunderous wave, washing over me, filling me with a sense of accomplishment I have never known. My friends crowd around, their words a jumble of praise and questions.

"Dude WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

"Is this the Kiyotaka I know?" Mii-chan inquired, pulling my cheeks to make sure I was real

"I'm in tears bro....." Sudo sniffled, his hand resting on my shoulder.

"That was certainly unexpected, but a very welcome one indeed!" Hirata laughed.

"Will you keep that video then?"

Suzune blushed, before averting her head.

For the first time, I am not just an observer in my own life; I am a participant, a creator of moments and memories. I was writing my own script. The karaoke bar, with its flickering screens and worn microphones, has become a stage for my awakening, a place which I would forever treasure as the time I felt myself. And as I step out into the cool night air, the echoes of the music still ringing in my ears, I know that this is just the beginning. There is so much to explore, so much to see, so much to feel. There is a world of emotions explore, and I, Kiyotaka, am ready to sing them all.

*That last line fucking hits hard and IK it does.*

"KIYOTAKA! You have to sing for us again." Ike screeched.

"I AGREE!" Matsushita seconded Ike.

"Ok." I okayed.

As the group of us walked, the moon illuminated our path, and I unconciously let myself tug a biiiig smile :)