You're different-- Kokichi Oma x Shuichi Saihara (Oumasai)

Kokichi Oma

I sat and clasped my hands together, staring at the blank, sheetless mattress across the room. It had small, light blue flowers imprinted on it. Every mistress was the same. The same faint texture you could only feel when you ran your hand across it. The same soft, sinking sensation. The same nurse that came in and fixed it.

I wanted to know who was going to sleep on that mattress. I had seen photos, him in the woven, plaid sweater. His messy hair. His purple eyes. His face beautiful, smooth, and touchable. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't frowning. He was just... there. A boy in the corner, crying, scared. I wanted to reach out to him and hug him- but I knew, he wasn't there.

The doorknob rattled and opened. Someone with his head down walked in and glanced at me through the dark mess of his hair with purple, shining eyes. Quickly he looked away, the shy and careful trust he had closing like a Venus fly trap.  He glanced at me again, and I pretended to look away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him carefully walk to his mattress, laying his stuff down gently. When it finally released and pressed into the bed, he flinched. Looking around, he slowly turned himself to face the nurse, wincing once he finished. 

"Remember what we talked about?" The nurse said, leaning over. She tried to be careful, but the boy still jumped backward, almost falling, I found him at a loss of breath. He said nothing, just nodded slowly.

"Alright, do you want me to introduce you to your roommate?" Her voice was soft and gentle, like a cautious dove. He shook his head violently.

"I can do it myself." He was barely whispering.

"What's that?" The nurse said.

"I said I can do it myself." He repeated.

"What-"

"He said that he can do it himself," I said, not looking up, but still I saw that he was blushing madly.

I smiled to myself and decided to stop looking at him. In all honesty, his charm was so overwhelming I felt like I couldn't look at him without falling head over heels in love. 

I so very faintly heard the door close, but the boy on the other side of the room toppled over. I heard a thud. I immediately turned myself around and got up.

"Are you okay?" I said, looking straight into his extraterrestrial eyes. I couldn't really stop staring and found myself just straight up getting lost in them, the shine, the way his pupils dilated as he saw me. I instantly realized I was just standing there, doing nothing, while he was under me, his cheeks completely red. I blinked, quickly apologized and held out my hand.

His face turning the color of rose petals that had been freshly picked out of the flower, he took my hand, not even grimacing as he touched it. He stared at me with his mouth slightly open, shocked, almost. I felt the same, but then found I was just holding his hand, standing up as he was fallen on the ground.

"Sorry" I chuckled, helping him up and putting him on the mattress. "Do you need help putting on your sheets?"

He didn't say anything, just let go and continued staring at me like he was looking at his hero.

"Hi?" I said, waving my hand in his face.

"W-what?!" He jumped, really surprised and ashamed, almost.

"Do you need any help putting on your sheets?" I laughed.

"O-oh... thanks. Sure." He handed me his sheets.

I put them on, smoothing them out. All I could think about was laying him on them and taking off his-- woah. Too fast.

"Thanks--" He pausd and sharply inhaled. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I don't even know your name." He looked down.

"Oh, it's okay- I'm Shuichi Saihara." I smiled, I had started to really like him. A feeling that kind of surprised me.

"I'm Kokichi Oma." He smiled back.

"Nah, you're cute," I said, giggling and blushing.

"W-what?!!" He flushed and pushed me off his (made by me) bed.

"God, sorry..." I rolled my eyes. "I was just trying to compliment you. I mean, I thought we were getting along okay, guess not."

"Okay, first of all, we said ab-about 3 words to each other, and you don't have to be so rude!! God, I m-mean, I was GOING to say thanks, but I guess not."

"You're a pussy, Kokichi Oma."

"You're a dick, Shuichi."

He threw his blanket on his bed, his face red and pouting. His hair messy and sticking up everywhere. Quickly he ducked under it and breathed heavily.

Yeah. I messed that up. I turned away so that I wouldn't face him and sighed. He opened up to me, said some words, but quickly closed again. Because of me. Because of my pride.