Opposites Attract, Even If It's The Wrong Shape (Remastered) (OumaSai)

Progolue: Kokichi Oma

This is the Remastered version of this fanfic. Note the story will be changed almost completely, such as restarting the beginning and getting rid of the pill. It never really has a purpose.

Kokichi has been a boy in a solemn mask that you can't even tell who he really is. He might be skipping off the the sunset one day, and the next he might put the school up in flames. His classmates either hate, fear, or envy him. His masks are vivid to everyone, but no one exactly cares. That's why he will go home every night and cry into his pillow, wondering how to make people care.
How to make them come closer. How to make them like him...Love him.

I sigh as I look down at the piece of paper. The wrinkles on it caused by me crushing it occasionally. I sighed and unfolded it, looking at the English and Japanese writing I wrote in class. Shit. I really have to remember this.
"I-I am human.." I speak quietly to myself as I read my poem, slowly.
"I have b-blood that flows like the Cherry Tree's pettles on a S-Spring morning and.." I pause and squeeze the paper in my hand, ripping it.
"Fuck! It's too cheesy..Damn it. How am I gonna get a good grade on this damn poem if I don't know how to remember?!" The stress of my grade caught up to me. I threw my hands over my face as my head bent up. I kicked my legs like a little child as I groaned in annoyance. I took my hands off of my face and looked up at the blossoming cherry tree above me. The beautiful light pink leaves fluttered down.
The pettle layer next to me. I looked down upon it. My purple hair fell down as well as I picked up the pettle. Soft. Like silk. I swished it around my hand to feel the softness all over my hand.
I didn't even notice footsteps coming up behind me. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I twirled my head around to see a female teacher right behind me. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her orange ginger hair glowed with the sunset.
Yukizome Chisa (雪染 ちさ). Her spring green eyes met my light purple eyes.
"Oh! Sensei Yukizome...Where did you come from?" I asked as I began to stand up, letting the paper fall. I assume she took notice of this because of course, she did. Her smile was as warm as her hand.
"Oma-kun, Fuyohiko has told me about your writing. He has showed me one of your poems and I have to say, you're quite the artist." Chisa finishes with that welcoming smile. Yukizome's class was a grade higher than me. I could hang out with them, especially Fuyohiko because his height wasn't as intimidating as the others and Fuyohiko was a great guy to talk to.
"Eh-? Wha-? H-he did? Oh sh...I'm sorry if they were bad or anything I just.." I stuttered trying to explain I didn't exactly write poems for fun, but just for the hell of it. But I couldn't get my words across, because this is my life.
"Oh, ahahah! Oma-Kun, I enjoyed all of them, especially the one about the ocean. The waves representing emotions and decisions as it crashes down on Earth or each other. Truly amazing Oma." Chisa compliments me as I look down, trying to say a Thank you or something. She walks a little pass me to pick up the crumbled piece of paper.
"You know, Oma-kun, I heard in Mrs. Yakisoze's class there is a poem assignment going on. Is this the poem you're writing about?" I sighed and nodded my head. She only smiled.
"I would like to read this. Do you mind if I take this home?" She asked as she began to unscramble it and fold it up. I nodded. It was trash anyways. Yukizome nodded and turned away to the exit of the school. I was beginning to sit back down where the tree was, but Yukizome turned to me and shouted; "Oh yeah, Fuyohiko is in the school! He's finishing cleaning up! Maybe you can help him?!" She shouts.
"Yeah! I'll help him!" I shout back as I begin to sprint into the school. I heard a faint 'Thank you' as I entered the school, coincidentally seeing Fuyohiko coming down the stairs.
"How's my favorite boss baby?" I tease as Fuyohiko grunts.
"Fuck you. Ya know dipshit, if I wasn't this nice, I would've ripped your esophagus out." Fuyohiko threatens. I laugh.
"Anyways, lets go home." Fuyohiko nods. We're halfway through, and Fuyo is still talking.
"Hey, why do you think I'm in a school filled with Ultimates?" I ask in pure curiosity. Fuyo looks at me.
"Dude, you're fucking great at poems. Some of them are edgy as fuck, but shit, you're good." Fuyo words make me smile, regaining some of my confidence.
"Also, Amani and Kiibo have been saying that there will be a new male student tomorrow. He's a detective." I stop and turn to him.
"What?!"

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Word count: 871

Hey, hi....uh, so I restarted the series for so many reasons and I hope this one is much better than the last one because that one wasn't really thought through. Anyways, hope you enjoy this story.