Oliver and Fukase in: Oneshots

Ghost AU part 2

Oliver had been an idiot, a goddamned idiot, and possibly a cursed idiot now. The rules of Ouija boards must be strictly followed or else a variety of bad stuff could happen, namely the contacted ghost sticking around. At least, that's what his reserarch led him to believe.

The two Big Nevers of Ouija were; never take your hand off of the planchette, and never forget to say goodbye. Though Oliver used a shotglass in place of a planchette, it worked just as well, and he was careful to keep his fingers touching it. The goodbye, though, he had skipped over completely when the session had been interrupted by his moms footsteps. It was the panic and thought of being caught doing something he shouldn't that scared him more than any ghost.

The worst part was when he pulled the Ouija board out the next morning he found, that of all things, he forgot to write GOODBYE on it in the first place. He forgot one of the most simple things, so he was certain he was cursed for being an idiot also.

With that unpleasant morning news and lack of sleep, the school day hadn't been very forgiving. His class got to watch a video in Social Studies, but had to take notes and answer questions during it. In English, Oliver had to stand and read a whole two page passage, with several students complaining that they couldn't hear him. When arriving in the cafeteria, he realized he forgot his lunch at home and could only swipe a roll and milk from the acquaintances he had to share an assigned table with. The Chorus teacher was in her office during the whole class period, leaving nothing to stop his usual bully, Ritsu, from teasing and annoying him. The day wasn't even halfway through yet, but he already wanted to go home; which is a strange thought considering the ghost.

Next period was gym, which was his second least favorite on a normal day, but was quickly approaching first with the yoga section the teachers were required to do. That and another reason: he often got paired with Ritsu. There was something about athletics that seemed to make the redhead bully more aggressive than usual. Oliver's sister was like that, too, so that behavior was nothing new to him, but the fact that it was Ritsu was what buged him. One of the few reasons Oliver hadn't gone to a teacher about the issues they had was because there was a persisting rumor that the Ritsu was gay. Oliver figured he was just laying off steam, and those anti-bully videos often say the bully usually has trouble at home, so he kind of pitted the redhead. Though, there was no evidence suggesting he lived in a hard household. He pitied him and was also an easygoing guy usually, or a "total pushover" as Ritsu said.

"You have two minuets to get changed!" Yelled the gym teacher, and Oliver wormed his body and backpack through the ridiculously crowded locker room. He faced his assigned locker, scratching his bag for his shorts and school issued gym shirt that everyone was required to wear. In the process of turning his gym shirt right side out in a room where one can't even hear their own thoughts, he felt cold fingertips under his arms suggesting one of Ritsus trademarked purple nurples. Oliver was in absolutely no mood to mess around, so he reached behind him and shoved hard. The weight leaving his hand was followed by a loud knock sound and the loud chatter becoming hushed. He could care less at the moment, but the lowering decibel levels of the room got him curious, then anxious as he turned around. Most of Ritsus body was on the durtied floor and his head proped up by the bench. He had a half-dazed half-pissed look on his face. "He must've hit the bench on the way down," Oliver thought. Someone he couldn't see started chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and the room erupted with noise. It was then one of the teachers kicked everyone out of the locker room.

Turns out it's a free day today because the weather was so nice, so everyone got to play various sports outside in the soccer field. The thing about fights is that if you leave fast enough, don't acknowledge the other person, and avoid a teacher, you might not get caught. So Oliver could at least enjoy a game of frisbee, or so he though. There were no frisbees in the bag they brought out, but when he looked around the field he saw Ritsu tossing one up in the air and catching it by himself. Another visual survey concluded that was the only frisbee on the field. Not being a part of any of the cliques or having any skill in other sports being played, it was this or nothing.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ritsu saw Oliver with his arms raised facing her. The guy really had some nerve. She threw the odd frisbee at him as hard as she could and Oliver caught it, defiantly feeling the power and rage in the throw. He did notice the frisbee seemed new and it was clear, but that wasn't his focus. The blonde reciprocated, and so did the redhead, each throw more intent on hurting than the last. Neither tried to throw over the others head, or away from them to make them run after it. They shared the same state of mind in their serious play that should've been obvious if they both weren't blinded by hate in the moment. They both loved Ultamite Frisbee, and neither knew the other did.

Their hands became red and numb, but neither were willing to admit defeat. Throws that weren't caught likely left bruises and scratches, but the two were so focused on eachothers moves and the disc that they didn't bother to check.

For a split second, Oliver's mind remembered the ghost, and was then intrupted by an impact on his forehead. A number of things happened; for one, Oliver didn't feel any emotion in an instant, he couldn't hear anything, and his vision was getting black. He put his head in his hand instinctively. He saw someone in front of him but couldn't make out the details. In their closeness he heard the person speak, but it sounded muted and distant. He didn't feel worried, he didn't feel anything, not even his own body. He thinks he was walking and someone was walking with him but who knows? His head felt light and his vision nearly blacked out completely before loosing conciseness.

That day, Ritsu learned fiberglass frisbees exsist, and that she didn't hate Oliver compleatly.

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Tried to remember what middle school was like. Yea Ritsu is closet trans so that's y the pronouns are like that, depends on on who's first person omniscient. Oliver blacking out was based on irl event exp in my life so there's that.