I stumbled upon my feet as I pulled out my plastic chair, flopping onto it. It hurt my tail bone for a second before I reached down and grabbed my notebook, sketchbook, a pencil, and my textbook. I looked around as I saw all of my classmates chatting, laughing, and pulling their chair. The noise annoyed me, so I opened up my sketchbook and flipped through the pages. Each page a stupid doodle, either being a bear or a chicken with a checkered scarf.
I turned to my latest page that I began to draw on. It was an anime style, but it was very detailed never the less. It was me...and my biological mother, someone I hold dear to myself, even if I don't remember her face, I still remember her beautiful purple, long thick hair. And her calming voice that somehow made me sleep at night, even after all of the bullying and teasing I faced. I held the notebook to my chest, feeling my tensed muscles beginning to relax.
I placed the book back down as he began to draw more on it. It was 5 minutes before class started, but I am very quick at sketching, so I quickly sketched my face, then it came to my mother's face. Even if it was an anime style, I couldn't seem to draw her face, no matter how hard I tried to push my pencil down onto the pencil. That's when I felt the sketchbook slip- No, taken from me.
"Wow, you pull out your sketchbook and act as though you're so good at drawing, but you're not. What is this, hentai?" The muscular boy boomed. As I looked up and adjusted my vision, I could make out that assholes face. Kaito. I grind my teeth as I stood up, clenching my fists. This wasn't the first time Kaito acted like an ass just to try to impress everyone. I snarled
"Listen Kaito, can we not do this ri-" Kaito mimicked me, saying it in an annoying voice. My heart began racing with anger as my brows furrowed.
"Who the hell is this? Your never to be mom?" Kaito snarled back. That was it. I jumped and snatched my sketchbook back as everyone laughed at Kaito's snooty remark. I clenched to notebook to my chest once more, gripping it tighter. As if on time, the teacher walked in when Kaito was about upon me.
"Kaito Mamota, go back to your seat this instance. I'm so sick and tired of your teasing, really." Mrs. Yukon scolded as some of the students chuckled as Kaito headed back to his chair and gave me the bug eye. I noticed, but I paid no attention. Mrs. Yukon organized her papers and set down her coffee as a male student in the room. My attention automatically shifted to him, as did everyone else. The girls giggled as they blushed just at the sight of him. There stood a tall, fit male.
His navy blue hair gave off a moody yet calming aura around him. His pale yellow eyes were bright as the green meadow on a spring day. His skin was very fair, and it looked smooth, like his ...Lips. His lips seemed so soft and attractive. Not only that, but his eyelashes were very long, which mostly grabbed everyone's attention.
"Ah, yes, Shuichi, you're here. Ah, class, this is Shuichi Saihara. He's from Sakurajima. He is known as the Ultimate Detective." Everyone was in awe of him, mostly the girls. But I was with the girls. He was just so...I don't know, I guess he seemed..cute. He scanned the room, looking at the right to the left. He saw Maki, Kaito, Kaede, Rantaro, Hajime, Nagito...then me.
"Shuichi, you're going to sit in the back where Kokichi Oma is, the purple haired boy." Mrs. Yukon said as Shuichi nodded and trudged his way to the desk on the other side of me. I got to see him a bit closer. I noticed how his eyes were vibrant, yet drak. His hair dark, yet relaxing to stare at. It was like the night sky with no stars.
"H-hi." Shuichi said to. I realized that I have been staring at his eyes and hair this entire time. I simply smiled, making my eyes glimmer to at least make him seem a bit more comfortable. He gave a soft smile, softer than mine.
"Are you guys done flirting? We have a class you know? This isn't socializing time with your shoulder partner." The teacher said in a monotone yet loud voice. Both of our attention switched to her as she continued her lesson. I decided to go back to doodling, deciding I wouldn't finish her face.
About an hour passed before it was only 5 minutes before the bell rang. Kids gathered their things and waited at the door or at their desks. Shuichi gathered his things and so did I. I picked up my folder, notebook, textbook, and sketchbook. It slipped out, landing on Shuichi's foot.
Before I could even reach it, Shuichi picked it up. It was on the third page, but I only filled 12 pages so far. I felt a wave of embarrassment as he looked down at my doodles and drawings of self-portraits and drawings. I was paralyzed to even grab it back, so all I could do was watch Shuichi flip through the pages of the sketchbook, seeing his doodles. It finally landed on the drawing of my mom. That was my breaking point.
"G-Give it back, please!" I pleaded as Shuichi looked back up at me and smiled awkwardly.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was making you uncomfortable. But, you're drawings are very well done. Are you the Ultimate Artist or something?" Shuichi asked in awe. I..was taken back a bit. Shuichi Saihara was asking if I was an artist. I didn't know how to react, so I just laughed.
"Ahaha, that's funny. See, my friend Fuyohiko thinks I can be a great Ultimate Poet, and now you think I can-"
"Wait, you don't have a talent?" Shuichi asked. Before I could respond, the bell rang. Students crowded at the door, squishing through to get out. I snatched the sketchbook from Shuichi and ran off. That didn't go well. I rushed through the halls and met up with Fuyohiko.
"Fuyo, you know that transfer kid from the other side of Japan?" I asked urgently.
"Yeah, what about that shithead?" Fuyohiko asked sarcastically
"He sits right next to me and he saw my drawings and saw my doodles and the one with my mom and I don't know what she looks like and I was so dumb to write-" Fuyohiko waved his hands.
"Slow your ass down, man. Fucking speak slowly, you sound like you were running." Fuyohiko said. I breathed in and out. I'm so stupid.
"I...I wrote on the side of the doodle...this." I flipped open my sketchbook, turning to the page. On the side of the drawing, there was a short message.
"I don't know what my mom looks like, I just know her voice and her kindness. I can't even remember what she looks like. I'm pathetic."
Fuyohiko looked at me, and said in a low voice,
"You' are pretty pathetic."
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Word Count: 1216
First chapter is pretty cool I guess. Anyways, thank you for reading.
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Opposites Attract, Even If It's The Wrong Shape (Remastered) (OumaSai)
FanfictionOuma is just your average high schooler, he eats, sleeps, studies and goes to school to hang with friends, but something has been bothering him for a very long time; the disappearance of his mother. He always thinks about it, until he meets Shuichi...
