Opposition Over the Orchid [OUMASAI]

Chapter Four: Piano at Midnight

A week had passed. The weather was rather gloomy outside, the occasional drop of rain hitting a large window. Sitting in his desk, Shuichi waited patiently for the weekly seminar to start. This was the one class he had with Kaede and Kokichi, and he looked forward to it every time it rolled around. He sat for a while longer, occasionally focusing in and out on other students' conversations. Kaede and Kokichi walked through the door. A hole formed in his chest at the sight of his competitor walking alongside his crush. His calm, collective mood crumbled into a disastrous mess of emotions.

"Good morning, Shuichi," Kaede announced cheerfully, all the while sitting down and setting her laptop (which was covered in countless stickers that had referenced many classical musicians) onto her desk.

The blonde had her hair tied into a ponytail, a pink scrunchy holding it in place (very) tightly. Her bangs hung low in her face. She donned a pink and white stripped shirt that had a big, black star in the very center—it looked as if it hadn't been ironed, and because of that, it was on the wrinkly side. The shirt was tucked into high waisted denim jeans. Slipped onto her feet were baby pink converse shoes.

Kokichi had skipped to his seat (which was between Shuichi and Kaede's) and plopped himself down, but not before flicking the navy-haired boy's hat up, ruffling his hair thereafter. "Morning, Shumai! You should take the hat off, it hides your pretty eyes," he teased. He wore a white T-shirt with blue bubbly writing printed across it; it read 'free condoms'. For such a lighthearted font, it said such an inappropriate thing. He also donned a baggy, unzipped checkered jacket. He also wore a black pleated skirt and thigh highs (which Shuichi thought was adorable, he loved to see his crush crossdress). Baby blue converses were slipped onto his feet.

Kaede nearly grumbled at the affection the short boy was giving the other. Though instead, she puffed a cheek out, eyebrows furrowing. She logged onto her laptop and attempted to block out the two boys next to her.

"Kokichi, are you even allowed to wear that shirt?" Shuichi asked as he furrowed his brows.

"Pfft, so what? I can always block the 'm' with a sticky note if I get caught~," the shorter snickered, index finger pulling the collar of his shirt.

The navy-haired boy chuckled, "Free condos?"

"You catch on quick!!"

"Haha, yeah. . ."

Their conversation was cut short by their professor's loud voice. Her ginger ponytail swung behind her, and she plopped her black leather briefcase next to a podium that remained on the right side of the stage.

Professor Yukizome grinned in excitement, "Good afternoon, class! Today I have a big announcement!"

I wonder what it'll be, Shuichi thought to himself.

"This is one of my favorite times of the year, and I think you all will love it just as much," she exclaimed. On the big projector screen, a power point presentation flicked on, "the yearly festival!"

Many students cheered, and meanwhile, like the anti social person he is, Shuichi let out an almost inaudible groan. He wasn't too big of a fan of festivals or big events.

Yukizome kept her welcoming grin, "I believe the festival is even more fun because you get to pick a theme (if that is the way you say it). . ." She trailed off and chuckled rather nervously at her way of wording.

"Saihara-Chan," the boy with orchid hair whispered, "what theme do you have in mind?"

"Uh. . .I'm not sure. . ." Shuichi replied.

They left it at that. Though, Ouma did seem to have something in mind. . . Shuichi wondered what it was, exactly. He was somewhat terrified. Ouma could do anything, as he was unpredictable.