Beautiful- Amaguji (Hanahaki AU)

Chapter 1

Beautiful.
It was so, so beautiful.
Those eyes...
The way they stared into his soul...
The mixture of concern, worry...
His furrowed eyebrows...
His straight posture...
It was so, so beautiful.

"...I'm alright Amami-kun. There's nothing for you to be so worried about."
The Ultimate Anthropologist gazed down at Amami, his only friend— And one he held close to his heart at that. He already loved another... But Amami was truly endearing, and so compassionate...Yet also intimidating and distant from others at times. So calm and relaxed on the outside, yet always thinking, analyzing his surroundings.
"But there is Shinguji... You've been late for class, and school, a lot these past few days... normally you're early."
Shinguji's calm, seductive, yellow eyes widened a millimetre. So Amami had noticed... He didn't expect that he'd care enough— Though this was Amami. He noticed everything really.
"It's honestly nothing Amami..."
He said, returning his face to a relaxed and calm state, but Amami noticed his shoulders tense ever so slightly. He even noticed the lack of the profix '-kun', showing a sort of tensity. A less relaxed way of speaking.
"...Fine. I won't push you into discussing it... But i'm here if you need me."
Amami said calmly, a small sigh escaping his lips. Shinguji nodded silently, and Amami stared into his eyes deeply, for what seemed like forever. Though it was only a few second before Amami turned around and broke eye contact, before Shinguji snapped back to reality. He'd been zoning out a lot lately... Though he knew why. He hadn't been feeling the greatest the past few days... He had a terrible cough, but suppressed it in front of people. He watched as Amami left... Left. He didn't want Amami to leave then. He just wanted to stare at him. It was strange. This wasn't love— Shinguji had...different experiences with love. Love to him was doing whatever the one you loved said, letting them do what they want to you, doing anything for them... Even if it costs you so, so much. So much freedom. Happiness.
But that was love.
So what was this?
Fondness? Yeah, fondness. It had to simply be strong fondness. After all, he wasn't attracted to males—
Well, that was a lie. Sort of. He was only attracted to one person in his life, a female. But undeniably, he'd love her no matter what she was... No matter where she was.
Shinguji began coughing. Coughing madly, his hand over the mouth of his mask. He swallowed back the blood that threatened to spill from his mouth, and cleared his throat...
Blood...
He sighed, dismissing it as nothing, and stared off the edge of the roof, watching everyone come to the school. It was his second Year at Hope's peak.. and second year of not killing. He knew he had to get to 100 for his sister, but the people here had potential. Their potential made him want to keep observing them.
Their was a specific scene that caught his eye. It wasn't an unusual thing, but he watched it, and didn't look away. Though he was unable to hear, he saw the Ultimate Pianist, Akamatsu Kaede, talking to the Ultimate Caregiver, Harukawa Maki. Harukawa didn't show any fondness for Akamatsu, yet she always persisted to talk to her. It was interesting, and he didn't understand. He spent time with people out of curiosity, but that didn't seem to be the case. Amami was the only one he had fondness for... Akamatsu must have simply been interested in Harukawa. Curious about her... Though that felt like it wasn't true.
He averted his eyes from the two girls, and sat down on the rooftop's bench when hardly anyone was walking into the school. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, the wind gently blowing his hair, feeling calm. Relaxed, and at peace.

"Good morning Komaeda-kun."
Amami walked down the halls, and greeted his generally lonesome upperclassmen. The Ultimate Lucky Student, Komaeda, turned to him, his eyes widening in surprise ever so slightly.
"Ah— Are you talking to me?"
He asked, and Amami gave a subtle nod, a small chuckle escaping his lips at Komaeda's reaction. A bright smile grew on the white haired male's face.
"Y-You actually... took the initiative to speak to me... I-I'm honoured..."
Amami felt a bit uncomfortable as Komaeda's lustful eyes bore into him, but he smiled.
"Of cour—"

"Amami-channnnn!!! Hellppp meeeee!!!"
Amami turned his head and saw a crying Ouma running towards him. He flinched and stumbled it a bit when Ouma practically tackled him in a hug, sobbing loudly.
"WAAAAAHHHHH!!! M-MOMOTA-CHAN'S GONNA KILL MEEEE!!!"
Amami sighed and rubbed Ouma's head, and saw Momota come running over. His face was red, and he looked angry and flustered.
"Y-You little dickhead! You can't just— God, you're the worst Ouma!!"
Amami watched as Ouma looked at Momota, crying. He then instantly smiled and wiped away the fake tears.
"What? Just because I grabbed your butt you're this mad? Either you're really gay, or that's reserved for someone else~"
Ouma smiled brightly, and Momota looked ready to punch him, but he held himself back.
"It's neither of those! I'm straight, and I don't have anyone—"
"Not surprised there."
"Shut up Ouma!! You don't just touch someone there out of the blue!"

Amami chuckled, and noticed Komaeda had left, probably not wanting to bother the three. He sighed quietly, and walked to his classroom to avoid getting dragged into Ouma and Momota's usual fighting.
He sat in the back corner of the room, and rested his chin on his hand, and stared out the window, thinking. Thinking of Shinguji... He was worried. Really worried. Missing class, looking unusually tired... and the rumours. Nothing was wrong with what they said— not to him anyways, but—

"Hey sister-fucker!!"
Amami flinched and looked to the door, to see Shinguji enter. That voice was none other then Iruma Miu's, Ultimate Inventor. He watched as Shinguji took a tiny step back, then glared slightly.
"...What was that?"
He asked, his slightly raspy voice sharp. Iruma stepped towards him.
"What? I just said the truth! Everyone knows Shinguji!"
She snarled, and Amami sighed almost inaudibly and stood up, then walked over.
"Iruma... Go busy yourself with a dildo or whatever you use— we all know it's nothing living though."
Amami said coldly, and Iruma shrunk down a bit.
"Eee... I-I—"
He gave her a small glare, and Iruma hesitantly walked to her desk, and crossed her arms as she sat down. Amami looked up at Shinguji.
"...Shinguji, are you okay...?"
Amami asked quietly, though everyone could hear him from the deadly silence in the room.
Shinguji nodded.
"Of course. True love is nothing for me to be ashamed of..."
He said, smiling under his mask. Everyone except for Amami seemed uncomfortable with that statement.
"I see... Well, if people bother you at all, just tell me."
Amami said, a small smile coming onto his face. He then heard a groan from behind Shinguji, which caused Shinguji to jump a bit and let out a small, feminine shriek.
"Can you guys move? Go fuck somewhere else."
The voice sounded annoyed yet teasing, and Shinguji stepped aside as Ouma walked in. Momota came in soon after, his face still slightly red.
"Pshh... Shinguji only fucks his sister."
Iruma muttered, and Ouma heard, but just smiled and sat down. Momota glanced at Shinguji, then looked away and sat down.
"...Iruma. You're simply acting this way because you haven't experienced true love yet."
Shinguji smiled under his mask. Iruma tutted and looked away.
The bell for class rang, and everyone took their seats.

But Harukawa wasn't there.