HOMRA One shots (K project)

Kosuke x Shy Reader x Bando

~ Reader's POV ~

                 

Ever wonder why autumn is so dramatic? Perhaps why the leaves change their colors when the frost rolls by? What about how cold it sometimes gets, and you end up beside the fireplace with a glass of steaming tea, but then the next day, it's comfortingly warm again? When you can see the sun's rays peaking through the dusty clouds and through the bare branches, the empty bird's nests in a mass of sharp twigs?

I assume you haven't ever truly considered those things, I don't think many people do. But that's just how I am, I don't talk much and I think a lot.

In fact, it wasn't hard to be thinking about those things in particular as I stared out of the double-paned window in my kitchen that morning, watching the crisp red leaves flutter down to the ground from their summery perches on our old oak tree in the yard.

My mother was busily making breakfast and throwing together both our lunches for the day. And from the way she was rushing around the kitchen, it wouldn't be much more than some rice maybe, but that was fine. I understood how hard she worked so I hardly ever complained.

"So, do you have any classes with your friends today?" She asked discreetly while stirring something in a pan on the stove. I tore my gaze from the outdoors and looked over at her, she pushed a stray lock of her long hair behind her ear and smiled at me. I smiled back, although sadly and shook my head.

"I don't have friends..." I said quietly.

My mom tossed a fried egg onto a ceramic plate, which I now realized was, the contents of the pan on the stove. It landed on top of a piece of toast.

"Oh honey, that's not true-" She tried to say enthusiastically.

I shook my head, "I'm too shy to talk to anyone and you know that everybody makes fun of me anyways."

My mom placed the plate in front of me and I thanked her, starting to poke at the wiggly breakfast with my fork. I glanced up at her, she seemed as if she was trying to find a way to protest, or another statement of empty encouragement, but in the end, all she gave me was a sympathetic lopsided smile with tired eyes.

I ate quickly and then gathered all my homework and shoved it into my backpack. I said goodbye to my mother and wished her a good day and then hurried out the front door, down the road to where my school laid in wait for me.

...

The day was long indeed. It felt like my classes stretched on forever and when the hour and a half finally did come to pass, I had that everyday sinking anxiety in the pit of my stomach as I maneuvered through the annoying students in the hallways. I hated people talking to me or even looking at me. The whole school knew who I was, but only because I was the most popular bullying target. So all I got from anyone was angry sneers or threatening glares.

I found it all stupid.

I hadn't done anything to anyone, but they thought that because I was the way I was. It made it okay to poke fun at me.

Is the human race really that pathetic? They were like cattle in a herd, aimlessly following each other, one after the other.

I sighed heavily as I reached my locker, I put in the code to my lock and pulled open the metal door, I was about to heave all my books onto the top shelf, but before I could, the door was slammed in my face and my books scattered across the floor. I jumped in surprise and stumbled back slightly. The hallway fell silent except for the incoherent whispers from other students.

Reisi Munakata stepped in front of me and crossed his arms, his lips curving upwards in a malicious smile. His intimidating stance was not scaring me in the slightest. I had seen it all before.