Roommate - oumasai

Definitely not friend zoned :3

Ah. That may have been a little louder than he wanted, now everyone was looking at him.. goddamnit. He could definitely feel eyes burning into the back of his skull and heard a few lowly, 'oooooooooooooohoohooo's along with them. 

For the first time, Kokichi's face went bright red and he just stared at Shuichi who was looking towards him, before blatantly laughing in his face, how innocent was this guy?!

The door flung open and the teacher just stood in the doorway, seeming to have a bit of difficulty in walking. His legs seemed to wobble as he hauled his plump body into the classroom, slumping onto the podium and slurring out. "S-Stuudentss, me.. is Prof Kinossshittta teaaching you peopless Law 205.. ssitt downn." He seemed to be pretty out of it.

"He's totally out of it!" Kokichi couldn't believe the state of their teacher, "Hey, Succi face!~" 

Shuichi blushed again at the nickname he was given and quickly shot a look towards him. "D-Don't call me that.. it.. it's embarrassing.. why do you enjoy getting me all embarrassed?!"

"One reason might because I'm sorta a masochist~" He spoke neutrally like this was a completely normal thing to ever so casually dip into a conversation and loved it when some other people around him awkwardly shuffled and scraped their chairs away. "Whaaa, don't kinkshame me! So what if I like it rough? Nishishi.."

Shuichi was dying. 

Borrrriiiinnnnngggg. Man, he thought that college would be so free and fun, but it seemed to suck as much as high-school, apart from now, he was sharing a dorm room with a Kaito the megaphone, an avocado and a total tsundere. 

Kokichi subtly looked at his phone. Dead. Damn, it had only been like 2 hours and his phone had already died, stupid iPhones and their terrible battery life... 

"How long left of this stupid class anyway.." He scanned around for people, but apparently, they were all still super disgusted about the masochist comment. Seriously, were all these people internet virgins or something? Still, he reached out and tapped someone on the shoulder, only to freak out when they turned. "A ROBOT?! FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW.. WOAHHHHH YOU'RE SUPER CONVINCING~"

The robot stared at him, flinching at how loud Kokichi really was being. Being quiet wasn't his forte. "That is a robophobic comment! I'm not convincing, I am effectively a human, just with some alternative parts."

"Alternative parts? Nishishi.." He snickered, shuffling his chair closer and closer to the robot's desk. "Like, a dick? Other synonyms may include dong, wang, joystick, weenie and schlong~" Yeah, that sounded perverted enough.

"W-WHA... What?! How dare you, don't make inappropriate comments!" He was embarrassed but Kokichi didn't even feel guilty, he just laughed in the fake human's face, making sure that everyone around him heard his cackles. 

Shuichi had been listening in and was suddenly struck with the realisation that this guy he was sharing a room with could possibly be clinically insane. Why was he even attracted to him in the first place? 

What screamed, 'yes, this crazy sugar addicted boy is the one I want'? 

Shuichi must've had the worst taste in guys ever to find anything about his roommate mildly attractive. 

Almost magically on cue, the bell rang for the end of class and it was a fair observation to see everyone surrounding Kokichi instantly jump up and run away as if they were scared of catching some sort of communicable disease. 

Amazing first impression. 

Shuichi slowly stood up from his desk and began to pack away his things when Kokichi catapulted onto the top of it with a loud, "Whooososshhh!" He smirked as he laid on the desk, locking eyes with Shuichi the tsundere, posing in a 'draw me like one of your french girls' style. 

"Nishishi.. like what you s- WAHH!" He started off, laughing and smirking with the cockiest smile ever before the top of the desk completely gave way and folded up, sending the purple-haired boy roughly down onto the hardwood floor, kind of trapped within the flaps of the desk. 

Shuichi stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand, seeing karma in full effect. "What's the problem, I thought you liked things rough." He couldn't believe that he had just said that. God, he was beginning to turn into a pervert. 

"I do, don't get me wrong.. but.." He reached up to grab ahold of his head, knocking some sense into himself, "So, you're not so innocent then, are you? This innocent stuff is an act, an act I say! I knew it! A liar knows his own kind~"

Shuichi's face scrunched up at the sheer thought that he had just been called out and he awkwardly just shook his head, his emo fringe batting his face with every swoosh. Wait, was he admitting to being innocent? He was confuzzled. 

The purple haired male cackled, loving the confusion that was plastered upon his roommate's face. He hooked his hand around the back of Shuichi's neck and yanked forwards, making him lurch up suddenly, bringing their faces abruptly very close. 

"You have very pretty eyes, Shumai."

"I.." Shuichi started that sentence without even thinking of how to end it, "I.. know?" Crap, that sounded arrogant. "I mean, eyes are pretty useful.. for smelling.." He had messed so much of that sentence. How was he passing English?

*bringnggg* 

Yes! Saved by a text message. 

He grabbed it without even taking a second to pause, slipping under Kokichi's arm in order to give himself some sort of breathing room. 

"Amami! Just Amami... He wants to play a game later." 

"Jeez, you don't have to go screaming his name or anything, you should be screaming mine instead! Nishishi~ A game? Like jigsaw type game or like a jenga type game?" Kokichi questioned back, formulating a pout since Shuichi managed to get away. 

Shuichi just shrugged, "I'm not too sure, however, I need to study more since I couldn't concentrate today. I'll head off to the library." 

"It's a date!~" 

Shuichi stared at him, just shaking his head from side to side insistently but it didn't seem Kokichi was getting the hint as he grabbed his arm and began naruto running out of the lecture room.