"𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪." || Amasai.

5-13-20 || Love you.

After it got late, the group separated. Shuichi brought himself back home, where he sat on the couch and thought about random things. Then, he noticed something on his coffee table. It was a note.

I'm not gonna do that whole "Dear, blank" thing. That shit's stupid. It's to you, and you know that.

Anyway, I'm gonna make this short and sweet. Meet me outside the school, at eight o'clock. If you don't, you know what's coming. 

Fuck you.

Signed, Rantaro.

Did he have to add the "fuck you" at the end..? Shuichi just sighed and glanced at the clock. 7:30. Shuichi should get going.

And, that he did. He stood and slipped his shoes on once more and walked out, heading towards the school.

When he arrived, he was greeted by Rantaro. "Finally. Took ya long enough." He huffed. Shuichi messed with his fingers and avoided eye contact. "W-What... is it?" He muttered. Rantaro smiled. "You see that shed? I heard something. I think there's an animal trapped in there." Shuichi looked to where Rantaro was pointing. "Then... Why don't you do it?" Rantaro signed. "Because. I. Said. You. Do it." He said through gritted teeth. Shuichi sighed. "Fine." The two walked to the shed. Rantaro messed with the handle and opened the door. Reluctantly, Shuichi stepped in. He looked around before hearing a SLAM! behind him. He whipped around to see the door had shut. He rushed to the door and felt around for a handle. There wasn't one. "DAMMIT RANTARO!" He cried, slamming his forehead on the door. He heard a small chuckle and shuffling, indicating Rantaro had walked away. He felt the tears come. He clenched his fist and slammed it against the door as hard as he could. No response. He slowly slid down, tears streaming down his face as he sat. "W-Why me...?" He muttered.

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He must've fallen asleep from all the crying because he felt the sunlight hit his face. Then, there was a click from the outside. He fell backward as the door swung open, revealing the janitor. Shuichi quickly stood up, flushing red from embarrassment. "Dumbass teenagers..." Was all the janitor said. Shuichi gulped and rushed off. He checked his phone. 7:15. School was starting soon.  "Welp. I'm already here..." He huffed. He then walked into the building, being greeted by Ouma and Kaede. "Shumai! There you are! Aren't those the same clothes from yesterday?" He asked, hugging Shuichi's arm. "I-It's a long story..." He mumbled. Kokichi just shrugged, glad that Shuichi didn't come to school beat up like he normally does. The three just talked until homeroom. Kaede had to part since she had a different homeroom. That just left Kokichi and Shuichi. The two went to class and sat by each other. 

Shuichi listened to the teacher before noticing Kokichi doing something. He gave him a side glance. "Whatcha doing...?" He whispered. Kokichi looked up at him. "Drawing." He muttered. Shuichi nodded. He watched intently as Kokichi drew. He was actually pretty good at it. It seemed as though he was drawing him, Kaede, Shuichi, and Kiibo. "Hey, Kokichi? Can I see other drawings, if you have them?" Kokichi jolted and became bright red. "N-No! Y-You can't!" He cried, flustered. Shuichi smiled. "I-It's fine, Kokichi. You don't have to show me. Calm down." Kokichi huffed and went back to drawing as the class went on.

When class ended, Shuichi said he'd meet up with Kokichi later. He walked to the school's vending machine and searched for a snack. That is until he felt his head get slammed into the glass. "What're you doin' here, eh Fag?" He heard Rantaro's voice behind him. It sent chills down his spine. He slowly turned and frowned. "Did the janitor let you out? How was it? Didja have fun?" He smiled, venom laced in his words. Shuichi gulped. "U-Uh... I gotta go..." And with that, he sprinted off. "Hey!" Rantaro called. He quickly sprung forward, chasing Shuichi.

The two played cat and mouse, Shuichi running as fast as he could, shoving people and drifting corners. Rantaro followed right behind. After running for a while, Shuichi found himself on the rooftop. He looked for ways to go, but there was nowhere.

He slowly became cornered, Rantaro slowly walking towards him. Afraid, Shuichi felt his back hit the rails. He looked behind him. It was a long drop...

He slowly inhaled. It's time... He said in his mind. "Shuichi no. Don't you dare." He heard Rantaro warned. He must know what Shuichi was going to attempt. But he didn't care. He just grinned and took off his shoes. "Shuichi- I swear if you-" Shuichi stepped over the rail. If he tipped backward, it'd all be over. "Shuichi! Shuichi, wait." Shuichi paused. 

"D-Don't go. Please. We... I need you to live." Shuichi tilted his head. "Why? So you don't get in trouble?" Shuichi asked. His tone was icy. "No, Shuichi. It's because I love you." Shuichi's heart stopped for a second. "W-What...?" He looked at Rantaro. He had tears streaming down his face. "I-I... I've always loved you... I started picking on you because your deadbeat uncle blackmailed me. He said he didn't want you to be gay. I'm sorry Shuichi. I'm. So. Fucking. Sorry!" He cried. By now he had dropped to his knees, a sobbing mess. Shuichi just stood there in awe before he smiled. "Thank you, Rantaro. Thank you for telling me." Rantaro's head shot up. "S-Shuichi?" Shuichi just kept smiling. He then gave a small salute before leaning backward. Rantaro jumped up, but it was too late. He leaned over the rail, reaching his arm down. 

"SHUICHI!"

Then, everything went black.

For good.

{938 words.}