I scratched my hand as my math teacher's lecture continued. It's like as though the world hates me because Shuichi is sitting right next to me again. Well, he's sitting behind me, and Fuyohiko is sitting right next to me on my right side. We're in the middle where the closet is behind us. The teacher drew shapes in the board, explaining volume, area, perimeter, that good stuff.
Shuichi was taking notes, while Fuyohiko and I were passing notes. Shocking.
"Why did you let him see your notebook?" Fuyohiko once again questioned. I grunted.
"How many times do I have to tell you, it fell from my hand and he picked it up. Since my luck is shit, he began to flip through the pages." Before I could even pass the paper back to him, someone snatched it from my hand. Not the teacher, but Shuichi. I guess the lesson had ended and we had free time. We had about 37 minutes, so we could do homework, but I'm not.
"So," Fuyohiko said, verbally. "Are you gonna pass the paper back to us?" Fuyohiko already had a pissed off face towards Shuichi who didn't show any fear or even annoyance, just a solemn peaceful face.
"Shuichi, please?" I asked him as I reached out the grab the paper. I touched his hand, which was surprisingly soft. I didn't realize that I was caressing his hand until Fuyohiko cleared his throat. I turned around to him as he raised his eyebrow. I turned to face Shuichi and grabbed the piece of paper back to him. I handed it to Fuyohiko, snatching it from my hand. He turned it over and began to do his homework on the back of the side. I shrugged.
"Kokichi, do you wanna sit next to me in lunch?" Shuichi asked as I quickly turned my attention towards him. His eyes are so seducing as well, they're so vibrant and calm. It makes me feel at peace. I smiled solemnly.
"Of course. Wanna study in the Study Hall? We have 30 minutes to do homework anyway." I offered as Shuichi nodded. I pushed back my seat and left the classroom. Shuichi walked close to me as some of the female students in the hall stared at him and giggled. One of which was Kaede Akamatsu. I have always hated her goody-two-shoes attitude towards everything.
She was unrealistically positive about literally everything. It made me pissed off to no end.
"Oh, hey Oma-kun. I see you're showing the new boy around the school." Kaede said as her eyes sparkled as she looked at Shuichi. I grind my teeth at her seductive voice. Too nice. I rolled my eyes and grunted
"Yeah, well, actually we're going to do our homework in the Study Hall. I was just showing him where it was." I said as I grabbed Shuichi's hand and tried to drag us away, but Kaede has to open her mouth again. Great.
"So, new kid, what's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair, twirling and caressing her blonde hair. Shuichi gave the same soft smile and spoke in a monotone voice.
"I'm Shuichi Saihara. Ah, my talent is nothing very special. In fact, haha, I honestly don't believe I deserve to be here, at all." Shuichi said as he looked down at his feet with the same calm smile. I was shocked. He was a detective, of course, he deserves to be here. But before I could say anything, Kaede just had to open her mouth once again.
"Well, I heard you're a detective. How did you earn that title?" Kaede asked in her annoying voice. I felt my hand gripping harder on Shuichi's hand. But this time, he quickly walked away, dragging ME with him. Jesus, she got to him too, huh?
'You don't even know where we're going."
"Shut up. I know. She needs to learn what and what not to ask."
"Okay, I hate that girl's guts, but she asked a question in your title. Is that too hard for you to answer-"
"Yes! I don't want people to crowd around me after hearing how I got my title and only like me for my looks or my title or whatever-"
"Look, she just asked a question that she didn't know wanted to be asked. Chill okay?"
Shuichi turned towards me and yanked my hand down, letting me go. I grabbed my wrist where he was squeezing me. I looked up at him. His eyes screamed annoyance and frustration. he sighed a long sigh.
"All I did was solve a murder. There was also a murder-suicide involved with all of it. It wasn't easy to solve, but I just...I don't wanna be the hero of that. I don't want to be known at all. I don't want to be recognized for it. It makes me feel like people only appreciate my existence and ME for what I did. Nothing about my personality or my intelligence. Nothing like that..."
I honestly felt bad for him. His once strong, calming voice turned into a meer weak whisper. It bothered me because I know what case he solved if he is talking about what I think he is.
"H-hey...Since you shared something kinda personal about yourself, want me to share something about me?" I asked. Shit, not smart. I don't wanna say that I don't know who my mom is, or that I'm a foster kid, or the...No, no, this is my fault. Just share something that everyone knows.
"I mean, it's only fair I guess..." Shuichi said, looking at me as I slumped down against. the hallway wall. He slumped down as well. I sighed. I knew what to say. I know that it is uncommon and seen as something horrible, but I can't help it.
"I...I guess that I've always been this way. I know that a lot of my teachers say that this due to trauma or some bullshit like that, but seriously, don't judge me at all. Okay?" I asked him as I turned my head to face him. He looked down to his hands, then back to my face and nodded. I inhaled and exhaled.
"Well, I guess to keep it short and simple, you can just tell what I am. I'm gay...I've always liked males. There was always something about females that just didn't make me go 'wow' or anything. Kaito says it's a mental illness and they shouldn't let me into the classroom because I'll spread it to everyone else." Shuichi's reaction wasn't exactly what I expected, especially since he seemed very quiet. He blushed. Hard.
"O-oh...So do you like..I don't know, like anyone?" He said in a cold sweat. I actually jumped to this comment. He thinks I like every guy I see.
"Ah- N-no of course not! I haven't liked anyone since I was in, like, the beginning of high school!" I exclaimed, forgetting that classes were still in session, well, the bell rang right after I finished that sentence. Were we really there for 30 minutes, talking. Damn.
"Ah! We should go to lunch now." Shuichi said as he stood up as all the students existed their classrooms to the cafeteria or outside. I sprang up to my feet as Shuichi ran to his locker, in which he almost automatically got lost. It took me a full 3 minutes to find his locker and for him to put in his locker combination correctly. Not only that, but he said he needed to go to the bathroom. Fucking great.
Just as if my luck isn't shit enough, I hear a calm yet dangerous voice behind me.
"Well, isn't it the damn purple sheep?" I groaned and turned around. Maki. Her red eyes pierced through my tired purple eyes.
"Well, my luck is shit, isn't it?"
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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...
