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-Honesty?-

All that Kokichi needed to do was admit to the faults of his demise by the hands of his father, it was that simple right? Oh, if the world wasn't a brimming torch that wanted to light him up, and burn him alive, then of course it would be as simple as that. But now he had bigger problems, such as; What is he going to do with Kaito? He's bound to be approached by that aggressive boy, he's almost as terrifying as a pit bull—scratch that, that's a disrespect to that breed.

Now, this beckoning morning of his was not much but a hassle to get himself ready. He made sure to do whatever it was to cover any noticeable marks on his pale body, almost gagging on a snack he brought along his mini journey to school, originally wanting to wait for Rantaro. But dismissing that in the last second. Why was the world against him? He swears it was the day Shuichi arrived..was this some sort of satanic shit pulled by the occult in his school? Oh, that was would be a new low.

Time seemed to go at the speed of light, because he was now at the front of his class. He definitely wasn't religious whatsoever, but at this moment, he could take some time to pray for whatever God had even let him live this long. Kokichi scurried inside the classroom, examining around until seeing..Oh? Kaito wasn't here. That was very peculiar—okay, that's a lie, that moron could be skipping or plotting something. There wasn't a chance that Kokichi would go unharmed for a whole day.

He trudged to his desk, moving the chair with his foot and steadily taking a seat, dropping his bag beside the desk's leg. Honestly, the more he lingers with his friends and these people, the more he feels like he's going to stop giving a shit. He'll stop caring more and more with the tease and the use. It'll just stop, and he won't even notice it, because of some delusional, sociopathic freak that could practically kidnap him. He would use him for his own disgusting motives, down his basement, until the day he snaps and finally kills hims—

"Kokichi!"

Kokichi jolts up from his position, hardly realizing he was doing until his thoughts made him lose any sense of reality. There stood Shuichi, grinning down at him. 'What a stupid fucking grin, I want to wipe it right off.' Kokichi simply acknowledged him by a nod, eyes half-lidded the longer he stared. There was no sense of interest in those amethyst orbs, "You promised you'd explain to me." Shuichi started, those sweaty palms of him lying flatly on the other's desk. 'He kinda smells like shit.' He hums, leaning his back more on the chair with crossed arms now.

"You know..I'd prefer it if w-we didn't speak about it now, too. We c-could talk about it in lunch." Kokichi slowly formed his words, resisting the urge to tell Shuichi that he wasn't in any good place to say. Shuichi stays silent for a bit, frowning at that response alone. He wasn't satisfied by it, and Kokichi knows this, "Come on, I'm worried about you..can't you at least understand that?" That lower voice began to raise, one of his fingers slowly forming into a fist. Kokichi sharply inhaled, opening his mouth once more only for nothing to come out, the bell's awful noise came in as a replacement, though. Shuichi growls almost animalistic, stepping away from Kokichi's desk although keeping his hand in a settled fist, giving him the look of; 'You better or you know what happens.' Look, storming to his own desk.

Suddenly there was a small giggle, making Kokichi to squint his eyes and look at whoever it was. Kaede had a small tugging smile, looking directly at Kokichi with a small glint of sparks..what the hell is this day? "Uhh..w-were you watching us this e-entire time?" He spits out, conflicted if whether he should be mad or careless about such a meaningless conversation. She abruptly stops and nods, signifying an answer for him, "Why though?" She simply shrugs, feeling sluggish to even give this boy a proper response of words. He simply let a muffled sigh, keeping a hand up to his mouth now. This day needed to be over.

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Holy fuck this is short but you know what's not short? The amount of time I haven't updated this story—ngl I kinda grew out of the idea of this story, but coming back to see people enjoy this rubbish story? Sweet man, I absolutely love your comments, they crack me tf up! Anywho, I might try updating more—also, please stay safe y'all! The stores nowadays are wild asf.