Pâro- an Oumikan fanfiction

Chapter 1- Tummy Ache

Pâro

n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there's some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder.

Wednesday, lunch.
Third person POV

       "Miuuuu! Miu! Hey, Hey, don't ignore me!" In a seemingly enthusiastic manner Kokichi Ouma chased after the blonde, who was walking around the courtyard enjoying her free time with a mechanical, humanoid boy.
"Jesus fuck! What the hell do you want, piss stain?!"

The two paused their conversation as the short boy caught up to them, interlocking his arms with each of them and squeezing in between them. "I just wanna talk to my best frieeends~!" Kokichi chuckled and Miu Iruma begrudgingly pouted, putting on a theatrical look of disgust.

Kiibo, on the other hand just stared down at his arm linked in the purplenettes, unsure of how to react. Neither of the two were on the best terms with him, as Kokichi was, well, for lack of a better word, a rollercoaster of a person. It was tiring to keep up with what he meant and what he didn't and he seemed to show no true emotional value in anything. However, they were two of the few people that could even be described as an ally to him other than Gonta or Shuichi, and those relationships were also in a sense odd.

They were also two of the few people he found genuine enjoyment in being around, rather than just amusement at their reactions to his lies and tricks.

Deciding to break the awkward silence that had overcome them, Kiibo piped up. "So, are you two ready for science class?"

Both Miu and Kokichi turned towards him with varying expressions. "Hell yeah!" Miu pumped her fist and gave the robot a confident grin.
"What's so special about next class?" Kokichi asked.

"Oh, nothing, I was just trying to start a conversation."
"Maybe you should just keep your mouth shut instead like a normal microwave!" The shorter boy laughed innocently and broke away from Miu and Kiibo, who retorted at the same time.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Why are you like this?!"

Choppy brownish hair floated around Mikan Tsumiki as she organized the pristine medical cabinets, mostly holding light painkillers or bellyache medicine, but on the higher shelves holding more important things such as syringes and harder painkillers, although locked behind glass and only to be opened in case of an emergency. She admired her materials with a soft smile and turned towards her friend Ibuki Mioda, who was wiping down anything she could reach with anti bacterial wipes. A clean environment had to be upheld in the school nurses office, after all.

"Haha! Finally done! Did Ibuki do a good job?!" Excitedly the girl turned towards Mikan with the wipes crumpled in her hands.
"Y-Yes!" Mikan's voice cracked which made her wince in embarrassment. "I m-mean, yes! Thank you, Ib-buki, you really didn't have to help!" The brunette bent into a bow. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble!" Ibuki waves her hand at the high pitched whines of Mikan and threw the wipes away. "It's totally fine, I liked chilling with you!" The ultimate musician put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she shrieked slightly. "Ibuki has to go to class now, Bye byeee~!"

On her way out, the excitable girl almost bumped into someone.
Light brown eyes met amethyst ones and a short boy seemingly doubled over in pain dramatically collapsed into the nurses arms.
Mikan gasped at the groaning warmth colliding with her chest and hurriedly helped the boy to the cot in the corner of the room, opposite of her desk which held medical records and schoolwork specific to her talent.
She scanned over the student to see if she recognized him.
He had wild dark purple locks that flipped up at the ends, pale skin, a checkered scarf, and tears that welled up childishly in his eyes. "My tummy hurts." He whined, and Mikan jolted to get a thermometer.

She ran the device over the white skin of his forehead and for a second tried to remember if his skin was usually this pale or if he was about to throw up. While the thermometer was determining the temperature, she scanned her brain for the name and talent of the boy, only to come up empty.
97.9

Staring down at the number, she wondered if he was really sick, but guiltily pushed the thoughts away.

Shyly, Mikan spoke up, going to the medical shelves for some stomach medicine.
"If you d-don't mind telling me... When did your stomach start hurting?"

"I don't know, it just started hurting all of a sudden." Kokichi caught her pitying gaze and sniffled, staring down at the floor.

Of course, there was no stomachache. Kokichi was just bored and wanted to skip the quiz they were having on anatomy. Ironically, medical posters of bodies now stared down at him as he pretended, intent on at least messing with the nurse.

Speaking of which, his eyes landed on her once again as she turned towards him with a small cup of water and a pill. She was someone who he had never spoken to directly, as she was a second year and he didn't find many of them amusing. The only second years he really interacted with was Hiyoko, who he wasn't sure whether she despised him or found amusement in his similar nature, Nagito, who's talked to him once or twice, and Fuyuhiko, who has tried to hit him multiple times.

Kokichi turned his head at the thought of taking a pill. "I don't wanna!" The purplenette wrinkled his nose and crossed his arms and Mikan squeaked. "B-b-b-but you're stomach-!"
"I hate pilllsss! Don't make me take them, please?" He whined.

"I'm sorry!" Mikan blubbered, tears springing to her eyes. She honestly didn't know what to do in this situation.

"Hey, I know. I'll just stay here until it feels better." Kokichi suggested, his sly look not even escaping Mikan.

"U-umm," she was interrupted by the boy pulling her down to sit next to him. "Wanna watch videos? Hmmm, I'm in the mood for animals today."
Mikan stared in awe at the boy, unsure of what was going on or how to react.

"You w-wanna watch a video with a pig like me?" Kokichi turned towards her in curiosity and the eye contact sent tears spilling over her cheeks. "Thaaank youuu!" She sobbed, and Kokichi awkwardly grimaced. "Don't cry, you don't seem that useless." He assured, which made her cry harder. It was a rare sight to see, Kokichi so unsure of what to do. On one hand, he was glad he had skipped class as this certainly wasn't boring but on the other one, it's not exactly fun to watch someone cry for no reason.

Mikan felt nimble fingers pinch her cheek. "Heh?"
Kokichi stared up at her with an annoyed expression. "Heeeey, stop it! I won't let you watch videos with me if you keep crying like that!" Mikan sniffled a few moments before Kokichi let go and scooted closer, making her blush.

As he opened YouTube on his phone she piped up. "U-um... I'm really sorry to ask this, b-but," the girl nervously adjusted herself, "you weren't... faking it earlier, right?"

"Eh? I was found out? Or did you know right from the beginning!" Kokichi's lips parted in false shock and Mikan began to protest.
"Ahhh, as expected of Tsumiki-Chan... You're really smart! I'm so shocked I can't even stand up!"

Mikan jolted from her seat next to him and bent low in a apologetic bow. The shorter male watched as her choppy hair draped over the sides of her face, creating makeshift curtains.
"I'm s-Sorry I saw right through you! Please don't h-hate me!" Their eyes met and Kokichi beamed innocently.

"That was a lie too! I knew right from the beginning that you'd see right through me."
"Eh? Then why'd you even try?"
"Well, I got outta class, didn't I?"
Mikan looked at the clock and realized that it was almost time for the classes to change, but another question nagged at the back of her mind.

"How did you know my name? And I-if you don't mind me asking, what's yours?" She asked shyly. Kokichi responded with a mischievous smile and hopped up from his seat, striding past her. "Thanks for helpin me, doc. See ya!"
"I'm not a doctor though-"