In the morning, I wake to the smell of my roommate's cologne. My eyes wearily drift open, and I realize how much I overslept. I must be so late already!
I roll out of the bed quickly, to my room to throw on some clothes perfect for school, a dark turtleneck with jeans.
I walk out of my room to the kitchen, where I see Shumai cooking, to my surprise. I wasn't aware he was able to cook that well, but there he was, making waffles. He turns to me, smiling.
"Morning, Kichi! I made some waffles for you." He places down the plate, much to my surprise. As he sits down in front of them, I am confused, until he pulls me onto his lap.
"Shumai!" My face blushes bright red, and he laughs.
"Aren't you going to eat them?" He asks, still laughing. I stare at my plate, still blushing. I pick up a fork, and eat them in silence. Shumai's head is resting on mine, his arms around my waist.
Once I finish, he lets my waist go, and picks me up to put me back on the chair. I don't know whether I'm glad or not.
"I've told the school we're both sick, so we have the whole day to do whatever we want!" He announces. I blink in surprise.
"You don't have to-" I begin, but he cuts me off.
"I want to. Now, what's first?" He asks. I shrug, not wanting to make a decision. He seems to have an idea, and walks out of the room. I stay where I'm seated, until he comes back with a blanket, and a bottle of Panta. Shumai sets the Panta down on the table, and clicks the TV on, putting in my favorite movie again. I smile, and sit next to him. He puts an arm around me, and I cuddle up to him. For some reason, I feel safer in his arms than anywhere else.
The blanket rests around our shoulders as we watch the movie, passing the bottle of Panta backwards and forwards.
Once the movie finishes, he pulls me closer, softly murmuring loving but possessive words in my ears. I let my hand rest in his, listening to his words.
I must have fallen asleep, because I feel myself waking up later. Shumai is in the kitchen again, humming to himself. The blanket is over me, and he doesn't seem to be aware that I'm awake.
Suddenly, his phone rings. I close my eyes, faking sleep, to see why he's really doing all of this.
"Hi, Kaede." A pause, where I assume she's speaking.
"No, I can't right now, sorry." Another pause. It'd be far better if I could hear her, too.
"Kichi's asleep right now. Looks far more peaceful asleep." Another pause, which helps me question how much Shumai really pays attention to me.
"No, we're not dating yet. Before you yell at me again, I know I like him, it's just... Not a good time, okay?" Another pause, then he laughs.
"Yeah, I got it. Cya, Kae." He must have hung up the phone. I stay where I am, wondering what all that means.
"You can stop pretending now, Kokichi. I know you were awake that whole time."
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Their Harsh Words (Pregame Saiouma)
FanfictionKokichi Ouma, the most hated boy in school, Shuichi Saihara's roommate, is bullied. He hates being a burden. One day, someone suggests something to him. ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ Suicide Cutting Bullying Mental illness