young gods // angie x kokichi

chapter 4

Kokichi Ouma POV

I heard a knock on the door. Jeez, took him long enough.. I didn't feel like I could move, so I did the next best thing.

" Come in, jeez! The doors unlocked! "

I heard the door open, and I looked up from where I was sitting, leaning over the trashcan. He looked terrified. " Heeey, Saihara-Chan! "

He hesitated to speak. That's bad. " Promise not to take this the wrong way. "

" I wont. Wow, really don't trust me that mu- "

" You look horrible. "

I proceeded to cough up another flower. Whether that was because I was that sick or just out of shock.. well, that's up to interpretation, I guess!

He sat down next to me. " Is there anything you need? L-like a new trash bag, maybe something to eat? I could get Angie or Kaede to get you foo- "

" No, no nonono! Not.. not Cult Chick, alright? "

" ..you have hanahaki, don't you? "

I muttered something under my breath. Can't exactly keep a secret from the Ultimate Detective, huh? Oh well.

" ..promise not to tell? "

" Kokichi, this is serious. You could die, and knowing you, you probably will-- "

" Rude! "

" I-I'm just saying, being honest about your feelings isn't your thing! ..I'm going to call Kaede and Maki. Maybe they'll know what to do. "

I sighed, looking toward the window. It was a warm and bright day outside. She loves those days, they remind her of what it's like on her island-- and I'm coughing up the damned sunflowers again.

" ..okay, so thinking of her doesn't help. At all. "

Shuichi rolled his eyes, quietly taking out his phone, dialing a number before stepping out. I really hope he was right. Maki had Hanahaki once, she'd know what to do, right? And Kaede.. well, she was good with emotions in general.

I almost threw up again.

..this will be fine. Probably.