Kind || Pregame Oumota

Chapter 3-His Room

Kokichi soon welcomed Kaito into his room, shyly sitting on his bed. The thin boy held a straight posture, silent and blushing as his eyes stayed fixated on the taller boy's every move.

Kaito entered the room, lookong around the small area. It was somewhere between messy and neat, a small dresser off to one wall and a twin sized bed on the other. He glanced at Kokichi, locking eyes with him. Magenta stared into lavender, and the contact never broke. Kaito stepped closer to him, gently tilting Kokichi's chin upwards to face him.

"God, what the fuck do you do to me?" He grumbled, staring into the small boy's doe eyed expression, so cute and confused, and most importantly, irresistible. Kaito's eyes trailed down to his lips, those soft, sweet lips... He couldn't stop himself from wondering what it would feel like to kiss those soft, plump, peach lips that gently parted to mouth his name, looking oh so perfect.

In such heat of the moment, he started to lean closer, his own lips parting to meet the shape the other's made. He stopped right before their lips touched, finally realizing what he was doing.

Kokichi's eyes were closed, and the poor small boy was not expecting the startlement that came with Kaito suddenly jerking backwards. He blinked a few times and gave him a confused look.

"Mo...mota... Kun..." He whispered, his voice hoarse from unuse. Still, the softness and the pitch made Kaito blush, filling him with thoughts about the cuteness of this boy.

"O-Ouma-Kun?" Kaito internally cursed himself for stuttering. "You... You can speak?"

He nodded slowly.

"Why didn't you say anything before?"

He coughed softly. "I'm selectively mute... I prefer not to speak when I'm around a lot of people.. I don't like attention..." He explained, looking up at him with shy eyes.

Kaito couldn't deny his attraction to the boy, his cute, timid nature, his sweet smile, the way he looked at him, the way he looked period, it all made Kaito's heart swell with adoration and perhaps a bit of love.

"Momota-Kun.... Do you... Like me?" Kokichi's words snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"What am I to you?" His shyness had dropped from his voice, and he seemed serious.

"I'm not good with words, Ouma.. But... I can't really think of any that express how I feel towards you..." He phrased his words carefully, honestly scared of rejection.

There was a part of him that feared Kokichi not returning his feelings. But he knew he wouldn't hate him at first. He would still hang out with him, but then slowly start to avoid him, trying to escape the awkwardness between them until they're just strangers if they ever meet again, and that painful strangeness will never leave their lonely hearts.

Kaito hadn't noticed the sweat dripping down his face, too enraptured in his own thoughts and fears.

"Did I make Momota-Kun nervous...?" Kokichi asked softly, getting Kaito's attention.

"Huh? Nah, just.. Thinking about something.."

"I'm bad with talking too... But I like Momota-Kun a lot... In case you were curious..." He spoke softly, frowning. "Not that you would care... Who would like someone like me...?"

"Hey!" Kaito snapped. "What the hell are you talking about?! You're worth a million bucks, don't put yourself down like that! I for one do like you! You're cute and sweet and I... I..." He trailed off as he looked at the smile on Kokichi's face, and realized what he just said.

"I'm glad Momota-Kun feels the same way..~" he had a cute, passive smile on his face, softly giggling.

Little did they know, just outside the window someone was watching, eyebrows furrowing in anger as he stared with pure hatred at the tall male in the room. He left the area and walked home, going up to his room and going to his bulletin board. He stuck a picture onto the board, staring at the scene he had witnessed only minutes ago in person. He took a knife off his desk, stabbing it into the face of the boy that had become the one he quickly came to hate.

"You're next, Kaito Momota."