Your truth; my truth

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Kokichi's POV:

A few days had past since the latest trial, of Korekiyo. I hadn't talked to Saihara-Chan in more days, which was probably for the better.

"Saihara-Chan!" I yelled trying to catch up to him. He stop for me, how kind of him. Once I had caught up to him, he spared me a smile.

"Hello Ouma-kun," Saihara-Chan's words always had a way of making me happy, no matter what the circumstances.

"Let's hangout today, Saihara-Chan!" I cheered.

"Ugh, I was kind of hoping to spend some time in my lab today." Saihara said nervously.

"Then we'll hangout in your lab." Truth be told I didn't want to be alone. Just not today, any day but today.

"Can't you hangout with: Kiibo-kun, Momota-Kun, or Iruma-San?" I frowned when he said those names.

"Of course I can't saihara-chan. Kiibo-Chan isn't fun to mess with. Besides he doesn't like me, neither does Momota-Chan. I also could never hangout any where near Iruma-Chan now." I said puffing out my cheeks.

"Why can't you be around Iruma-San?" In any normal circumstance I would simply say; I didn't like her lewd comments.

"I...I overheard Iruma-Chan plotting my death," Of course I had to tell Saihara-Chan. Something I never wanted to have to tell him.

"Ouma-Kun, I won't let her hurt you." I must have been hallucinating, because I thought I saw tears in Saihara-Chan's eyes.

"What are you going to do? You no your no match for her machines!" I started to fear what Saihara-Chan was planning.

"She won't kill you if there's someone with you." Saihara tried to reason.

"So, people would prefer me to die then to be around me." I was then pulled into a hug.

"Will you shut up with your lies. I could never stand a day without you, Ouma-Kun" I felt at peace. If it were my way I would have just stopped talking.

"It's my truth." Saihara-chan sighed, disappointed in me.

"To prove that your truth is wrong I won't leave your side." I grabbed the back of saihara-Chan's jacket.

"Thank you," I managed say, for once out of my own free will. I wanted to tell him how I felt right then and there, but I new I couldn't. I was just far too weak.








I hope you liked the change back to Ouma's POV.

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