Lies

Training

Kokichi POV:

The night passed by, me sleeping in Sahara-Chan's arms and him embracing me. Me and my beloved started walking down to the dining hall. When we arrived many people groaned at my presence, I can't believe this many people still hate me so much.

"Hey, Shuichi!" Momota-Kun squawked, running towards us.

"Oh, hello Momota-kun..." Shuichi's voices faded out as he acknowledged Momota.

"I was wondering, if we were going to train tonight," Kaito questioned Sahara.

"Of course we are," My partner responded, giving the garbage in front of us a kind and caring smile. It was just like Shuichi to be overly kind to people who should be burned for some of the things they say. I am the perfect example of this.

"Ok, Maki Roll isn't going to be at the training tonight, so it's just going to be the two of us." The way Momota said the last part you would think that he was flirting with my man. But Momota would know better than that, wouldn't he?

"Is Harukawa-San okay?" Sahara's words were devoured by a monster known as worry.

"She said that she wasn't feeling well. But hey, this will give us some good time to talk about things." Momota started ruffling Shuichi's luxurious, also emoish, hair.

I was suddenly consumed in rage, so I locked arms with Shuichi and started to speak. "Come on Sahara-Chan, lets go eat."

Shuichi nodded and started walking with me, our feet clapping against the marble floors.

Time skip to the night

"Hey Kokichi, do you want to come train with me and Momota tonight?" My beloved asked me.

"Sure," I respond getting up from my spot on Sahara-Chan's bed.

Me and shuichi walked down to the training spot. When Momota saw shuichi he smiled. Once Momota saw me his smile turned into a glare. The worst part was that when I looked at Sahara, MY BOYFRIEND, he didn't even seem to notice the change.

Think skip to the end of training

During the entire training session Sahara, which I cannot stress enough that he is MY boyfriend, and Momota were laughing and talking neither of them said a single thing to me. I don't know how Harukawa-Chan puts up with watching this disgusting display of affection every day.

Momota said his goodbyes and then started walking back to his room. Once Momota was out of sight shuichi turned to face me.  "So, wha-"

"You like him don't you." I didn't ask so much as state it. My voice had a sad quiver tinting it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Shuichi replied.

"CUT THE CRAP!" Wailed at the top of my lungs. "You know what I'm talking about." This time my voice was quiet but harsh.

"If you mean Momota then I don't like him. What would ever even give you that idea?"

An obvious lie.

"Do you want to know how I know that you like Momota?" My voice was pretty much a whisper.

"Yes, please do enlighten me on this non-existent crush." The detectives voice was matter-of-a-factly.

This is all so uncharacteristic for Sahara-Chan.

"Because the way you look at him.." my voice started to trail of.

"Is the way I stare at you."

With these last words I turned away.

Turned away from my beloved.

My dear beloved.

My dear dear beloved.