Blame Me

Rantaro

Kokichi trudged along the wet sidewalk on the nearly abandoned roads, staring at his feet as he paced forward. He clutched his bookbag's strap tight in one fist and his umbrella in the other as he neared the school, his dull eyes gazing upward toward the building that he despised so very much. He had been late waking up, only to be awoken by his parents arguing, as usual. He let out a sigh of annoyance as he finally reached the doors, looking sadly at his reflection in the shiny glass. He knew he was going to get beaten when, or if, he got home for being late. Maybe I could crash at Saihara's place. The thought felt welcoming, and he considered it for a moment. I'll have to text him later. He decided as he put his umbrella away and pushed the glass door open, letting himself into the school. He quickly rushed to check himself in and hurry to his class.

He swiftly trod down the hall, shoving his bag into his locker after grabbing all of his needed supplies; a textbook, a binder, and a notebook. He paused for a moment as he turned around and stared at the classroom door. I'd be better off skipping class today... However, he shoved the thought away. He couldn't make his parents any angrier. He moved forward, entering the classroom and flinching as everyone's judgemental gazes landed on him for a moment.

His teacher, a cranky, blonde-haired middle-aged woman, looked at him sternly, her eyes narrowed. "Do you have a pass?" Kokichi nodded, fishing around in his pockets for a moment, before handing her the crumpled up piece of smooth paper he'd been handed by the woman at the front desk. She tore it up and put it in the trash as Kokichi hurried to his desk. He placed his items down, realizing he didn't have a pencil.

He sat in silence for a moment, watching the teacher's lecture with a blank stare. Suddenly, he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He glanced over beside him, confused to see one of his classmates, a rather handsome and popular one, smiling at him, pearly white teeth in a wide, charming grin. "You need a pencil?" The boy whispered quietly to Ouma, completely friendly. Ouma nodded, his gaze brightening for a split second as he gazed into the other boy's leaf-green eyes. He took the pencil before the pretty boy could change his mind. "If I may ask, what's your name?" Kokichi froze, gripping his chair a bit. Why is he being nice to me? Surely he wants something from me...? But what is it? "Um... Kokichi." He answered quietly, beginning to feel a bit anxious, "...What's yours?" He felt dumb for forgetting the other male's name. He was one of the most popular boys in the class, yet, he didn't feel the need to memorize it. They'd talked a few times before, but only for short moments. The other looked surprised, before smiling wider, "Rantaro Amami. It's nice to meet you, Kokichi-" The boy was cut off as the teacher called attention to the two. "If you two want to disrupt me, you can meet me in detention after school." She huffed, glaring at them. Kokichi felt horrible. He had gotten someone who had been friendly to him in trouble. For the rest of the class, the two didn't talk again, both of them staring ahead.

After class, Kokichi approached Rantaro nervously, holding out the pencil he had received from him. Rantaro shook his head, "No, keep it. It's fine." He said with a small grin before turning around and walking down the hall. Kokichi rushed forward, his eyes wide, "Hey, wait!" He felt like he had to apologize for getting him in trouble. "Uh... I'm sorry for getting you in trouble..." He murmured, rubbing his own arm a bit out of anxiety. To his surprise, he wasn't yelled at or hit for apologizing. "Hey, don't worry about it. I don't mind. Listen, how about we hang out of something after detention? You up for that?" Kokichi thought for a moment. Maybe I should... I mean, I can't say no to someone as popular as him... but I wanted to hang out with Shuichi later. Maybe I could hang out with Rantaro, then stop by Shuichi's house afterward... Yeah, that sounds right. "Sure," Kokichi said with a small, meek smile.

After the school day was over, Kokichi had gone to detention. It was boring, as expected, but afterward, he met up with Rantaro in the hallway. "Hey, Kokichi." Rantaro greeted, waving at him with a grin. He waved for him to follow, and Kokichi happily did. He followed Rantaro out of the building and down the street, and the other boy lead him to a small apartment building. "What kind of TV shows do you like?" Rantaro asked as he fumbled around with his keys, unlocking his door. The two stepped inside, and Kokichi was immediately surprised to see how clean the apartment looked. "I like comedies." He announced, taking a nervous step towards the couch and sitting down. Rantaro sat next to him, turning on the TV and flipping to a random comedy channel.

"Rantaro...? Why did you want to hang out with me?" Kokichi asked nervously, glancing over at him. "You looked lonely," Rantaro replied simply. Kokichi felt his heart drop. Rantaro wanted to hang out with him solely out of pity. "Plus, I wanted to check on you I guess. You come to school with bruises every day." The green-eyed boy commented, making Kokichi feel even worse. "I'm just clumsy I guess. I fall a lot." That wasn't a complete lie. He was quite clumsy, however, that wasn't the full truth. Rantaro looked as though he didn't believe him, and he couldn't really blame him.

The two hung out for a few hours, watching TV and talking. When Kokichi finally decided to check the time, he was surprised to see that it was already 11 PM. "Oh gosh, I guess we lost track of time." Rantaro chuckled, smiling at Kokichi. "You wanna stay over?" Kokichi thought for a moment, before reluctantly deciding it was a good idea. Saihara could wait until another day. "Sure." The two had gotten to know each other well over the previous hours, and Kokichi felt comfortable around the other guy. Soon, they got ready to go to sleep, and Kokichi awkwardly laid down in Rantaro's bed. It was soft and warm, a contrast to Saihara's hard, firm bed. Kokichi liked it.

He felt his breath catch in his throat for a second when he saw what Rantaro was wearing to bed. The handsome boy was only in a pair of boxers, his chest exposed. The boy was a little bit muscular, he was obviously in good shape. He felt his face turning warm as he watched Rantaro snuggle in under the blankets. When Rantaro realized Kokichi had been staring, his face turned red as well. "Ah, I'm sorry. Are you uncomfortable or...?" Kokichi quickly shook his head, embarrassed. "No, I'm fine." He murmured, burying his face in the covers. He felt the covers being slowly lifted away from his face. He looked up to see Rantaro smiling softly at him, and then he felt the other boy's hand intertwining with his. "Hey, it's alright." Kokichi looked off to the side, his face redder than ever. I'm with Shuichi... I think. I shouldn't be with other guys like this... but... Rantaro's nice to me. I've had classes with him for a year or so now, and even though we only officially started talking today, he's never been mean to me. I've known him longer than Saihara. Kokichi forced himself to stop thinking. No, I'm with a hot guy right now who seems like he might like me. Me and Saihara aren't even really dating.

Kokichi looked up at Rantaro with a smile, and within seconds, Rantaro had pressed their lips together. The kiss was gentle and sweet, nothing like the intense, aggressive kisses he had with Saihara. This felt different. Kokichi reached his arms up to pull Rantaro closer, wanting to feel his warmth. His face flushed even more as he felt Rantaro's hard-on pressed against his leg. Kokichi decided he wanted to take advantage of the situation, and he slowly pushed Rantaro away, straddling him. He placed his hand on Rantaro's stomach, before slowly moving it down to his crotch, glancing up at Rantaro, who was staring at him with wide, gleaming eyes every once and a while to make sure it was okay. He pulled down the boy's boxers, staring at Rantaro's huge cock. It was bigger than Shuichi's, and Kokichi wasn't quite sure he'd be able to fit it inside.

"Uh, do you want foreplay or...?" Rantaro asked with an awkward grin. Kokichi had never seen Rantaro seem nervous before. For some twisted reason, he enjoyed that he was able to cause someone usually so confident to question themselves. Kokichi decided that he didn't even want to try to fit Rantaro's entire cock in his mouth, so he shook his head. "Do you have any lube?" Kokichi asked curiously, and Rantaro nodded, motioning towards the bedside table. Kokichi quickly got up and opened the drawer, finding the lube fairly quickly. He returned to Rantaro and prepared himself, pulling down his own boxers and taking off his shirt. He poured the slick contents of the lube bottle onto his hand and prodded experimentally at his hole with a flinch. He slowly pushed his fingers in, moving them in a scissor-like motion like Shuichi had done to him before. It was almost embarrassing to be fingering himself in front of Rantaro, but he quickly began to calm down a bit when he saw it was just turning the other boy on more.

Soon, Kokichi was done, and he swiftly straddled Rantaro again, slowly easing himself onto the other boy's dick. He winced as it stretched him, filling him completely. He let out a quiet, breathy moan, slowly moving down on Rantaro's cock. Rantaro groaned softly, placing his hands on Kokichi's hips. Kokichi began to move up and down, his face red and twisted with pleasure. The two were soon both moaning messes, Kokichi bouncing himself hard on Rantaro. Rantaro came fairly quickly, cumming deep in Kokichi. Kokichi came shortly after, splattering onto Rantaro's chest. The two were quiet as they cleaned up, both clearly a bit embarrassed with what they'd done. Okay, maybe I am a whore. Kokichi thought to himself, It felt good though. I felt in control. Maybe I could try that with Saihara. He thought with a small smile. He and Rantaro both curled up under the blankets, sleeping close together. Kokichi fell asleep smiling softly.