ShuichixKokichi‼️

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: warning! This chapter contains mentions and themes of self harm. Please read with that in mind. Thank you!

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Kokichi's POV

An intense throbbing pain made me constantly go from in and out of focus, causing an annoying dizzy illusion to my sight. It's not like I focused much in my classes at all, but I despised the reasoning behind it.
Someway, somehow, Shuichi had torn down my protective wall and ripped it to complete shreds, then burnt it up. In fact, he built a whole bonfire with it and had me watch. Figuratively, of course.
I wanted to forget that the whole thing ever even happened. Oh, how much I wanted to wipe it away from my memories and never worry about it again. That's not how it works unfortunately. And that's exactly why I had to return to Shumai's room tonight, there would always be a moment in our lives we'd need to discuss the events of a few hours ago if we didn't do it right away.
This boy really was doing things to me I don't think I'd ever understand, and for the better. However, a side of me wanted to discover this feeling some more, try to make sense of it, then enforce.
"Ouma, I ask one more time that you try to pay attention to the lesson and not doze off. Please get some more sleep tonight, if that's the issue."
I snapped up and looked to the college teacher at the front of the class, only giving her a nod in response. She stared for a moment, confused, before finishing up our boring math shit or whatever. I ordinarily gave her a rough time while she tried to talk to us, so I assume she hadn't expected me not to give her grief. I can be reasonable sometimes.
I somewhat heard her explaining what we were doing as overnight assignments to turn in tomorrow, then dismissing us after a few minutes of the nonsense. I picked up my unorganized folders and rushed out of the room, with one thing in mind,
I wouldn't be doing that stupid assignment anyway. That being the last class of the day, I rushed through the halls to find my beloved Shumai.
Beloved?
Doesn't matter right now. I went down a single flight of stairs and turned sharply around a corner. I bumped into multiple people while jogging — because obviously I couldn't sprint, I'd be tripping every time I took a step — but I bumped into one kid that I would regret bumping into the rest of the entire week. I fell to the floor with a loud thud, but most people didn't pay much mind to it, thank goodness.
Except him.
"Ouma."
My eyes stung from how wide they had opened. Kuzuryu? Just my luck! The fucking mafia guy or whatever he was!
I whimpered softly before scampering away like prey who had nearly been eaten alive. The rest of the the way was short, basically down the hall. So short I was scared he would see me. It didn't matter, I'd be with Shuichi soon enough.
I caught him as he was opening his door. I stopped abruptly, a loud skid sounding through the hall. I was able to walk the rest of the way to him. He had seen me after hearing that loud screeching my boots made against the hard floor. Something seemed to come alive in him.
"Kokichi, I didn't know you'd be here so soon, my room is kinda a mess."
He laughed. He called me Kokichi again, like earlier. It made my chest tighten in a way it shouldn't have.
"Ha, I couldn't stay away from you, Saihara-Chan! How could I?"
I turned my head to look behind me just to make sure he was no longer there. He indeed was.
"L-lets get inside! It's time to start our fun sleepover!"
I shoved as gently as I could to get pass him, turning the already unlocked doorknob and opening the door. I pulled him inside, swinging behind him to shut it once more. I made sure to lock it.
As I expected, nothing got away from the detective he was.
"Is something wrong? You were in a rush there."
"Nope! Everything is perfect."
He analyzed me. My nerves were so shot that my hands and shoulders were shaking in the slightest. I could easily see that he took note of this.
Shuichi began to walk back to me slowly, almost like he was trying not to scare me away. My smile I wore began to waver.
"You never answered my question from earlier, Kokichi. What's been going on?"
He gently grabbed my arm and I panicked from the contact, hissing in pain and yanking it away from him. He almost looked hurt, so I immediately apologized.
"I'm sorry Saihara, I'm sorry, it's nothing, alright?"
Shuichi didn't say nothing more. Instead, he glared at me, his hazel eyes piercing straight through my act. I hadn't been trying very hard, after all. My intentions were to tell him in as little detail as possible what was going on. I couldn't mention names, such as Nagito or Peko, there's no doubt he'd do the right thing and rat me out.
He was no longer looking at me. He was looking at the arm he had tried to hold. I knew exactly why, too.