𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕡𝕒 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 | 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ | ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ ꜱᴀɪʜᴀʀᴀ

Ultimate talent: (Y/T)

Known as a sleepy introvert who only hangs out with a few people, secretly admired by many.

You woke up in the middle of a lesson, confusedly blinking at your teacher. You yawned loudly and stretched out your sore arms, gaining a few weird looks from your classmates.

"Will this pain ever end?" You mumbled while looking at your notes. The backboard in the front was filled with problems you couldn't solve and your notepad was clean white.

'Maybe I'd understand math if I wasn't too lazy to take notes...'

You glanced at the person sitting beside you. It was - what you assumed to be - a male with short blue hair with a piece of it sticking out like an antenna. He used to hide it with a cap, but not today. Maybe he felt more confident? His eyes were a mix of light grey and olive green, a mix of colours you've never seen before. His skin was pale and flawless making you wonder if he's even real. He was wearing a black school uniform with silver stripes and white buttons. To most people he was a famous detective in training, to you he was a mysterious emo.

"U-Um... Can I help you, (L/N)-san?" He stuttered out, cracking a nervous smile at your intense stare. You snapped out of your daze, putting your hands up in defense.

"No, no, sorry. I was just wondering if I could borrow your notes." You lied. He nodded his head slightly and you almost let out a sigh of relief. You didn't like lies, but you also didn't want to admit that you were staring.

"W-Well if you want to..." He handed you his notes with his shaking fingers, mentally cursing himself. No matter how confident he felt, his shyness always found its way through when it came to you.

You've never really noticed him before. As if he wasn't even your classmate. He was sitting beside you in class, but you've never payed attention to him. He tried to introduce himself to you, but you were either too busy talking to someone else or sleeping.

He hated to admit it as it was a bit creepy, but sometimes he'd stare at you while you were sleeping in class. You looked so peaceful, so relaxed. Though he was worried if you didn't have any problems with sleeping at home.

A year of sitting beside you was all it took to make him fall for you. At first, he wasn't sure what he was feeling. He was unsure as to why his heart was racing whenever your shoulder bumped into his, he was oblivious to the heat in his cheeks whenever you asked him if he has a rubber. But after months of investigation, he finally realized what the feeling was.

Love.

He was considered a great detective, yet he was too stupid to find out about his own feelings.

However, you were oblivious to all of this. You barely knew his name or his ultimate talent. You had no idea what he's interested in, you didn't know what kind of people he hanged around, you didn't know if you had anything in common. You had your own circle of friends and Shuichi was not in it.

You had no opinion on him. You two have never really talked. You could tell he's a cool guy, but that was about it.

You were currently reading through Shuichi's notes. They were written perfectly with a black pen. No mistakes, no doodles at the end of the paper.