ShuichixKokichi‼️

Chapter Fifteen

Shuichi's POV

The time read 12:30 AM. I couldn't sleep.
Ever since about a little bit pass 9:00 PM, I've been freaking out. After Kokichi and I had talked over some things — what happened to him, his...arm, and his neck — the poor boy ended up falling asleep on me in my bed.
Let me correct myself, my CRUSH fell asleep cuddling me in my bed.
This entire time I couldn't stop messing with his hair. It was curly and soft, slipping right through my fingers with barely any tangles. When he was awake Kokichi seemed to like it, and almost looked touch starved. Honestly, it was cute.
But other thoughts clouded my head on top of my admiration for him. Ouma felt so terrible that he felt the urge to hurt himself. With that in mind, I could only imagine what was going on when he wasn't with me in my dorm. If it meant he would get hurt once he left, I never wanted him to leave my arms. He'd be safe.
But we had classes in the morning, it was only Wednesday.
I felt Ouma's small body shift on top of me, followed by little grunts, until one of his legs was thrown over top of my own legs and his arms sprawled across my chest. My face and ears heated up immensely from how close we were, finally registering that we had been like this for almost three to four hours. At that point he had pretty much claimed my right arm, laying on top of it, which caused me to stop messing with his hair. No matter what unconscious action he did to make me so, so flustered, SO love struck, I couldn't push away the harsh reality behind Ouma.
He was hurt, damaged. I would go as far as to say that he was betrayed, but by who?
I understood half of the truth behind his chronic lies. After what I discovered it was in plain sight. I would want to try and give myself false confidence too if I were in his shoes.
"Mmh..."
"Hm?"
I tilted my head down to look at Kokichi. He was sweating? With a frown on his face. Obviously it was a dream, but I don't think it was a pleasant one.
He rolled off of me and turned his back to me. Suddenly, his foot rammed into my shin.
"H-hey,"
I flinched for the momentary pain, now lightly shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. Seeing as it didn't work, I shook him a little harder.
"Kokichi?"
Still nothing. I huffed, pretty much pouting at my failure. It was then Ouma turned back over to where he was before, his face in my chest. I blushed.
Was he really sleeping? I could no longer tell, the jacket that he wore was now dragged down to his arms, exposing his slender shoulders. His skin looked fair and light. I yearned to caress it.
It was then I noticed that his damaged scarf was still tied around his neck, which couldn't be comfortable for the position he was laying in. I reached behind his head to the back of his neck to untie it and remove the cloth away from him. It tore me apart and dig deep into my feelings to see all the bandages covering the front of his neck.
Those probably needed changed...
"Saihara-Chan?"
I jumped — more like spazzed out since I was laying on the bed — from the soft voice unexpectedly calling out to me.
He was so confusing. We were pretty much on a first name basis at this point, yet he bothered to still refer to me formally most of the time.
His eyes gazed up at me, half lidded, yet shimmering in a way. Our faces were actually pretty close. I blushed.
"O-oh, you woke up from that? I'm sorry Kokichi, I didn't mean to, I was just-"
He covered my mouth with his hand, yawning as he did so. I could just...die, right there, perhaps with a nosebleed. Was my nose bleeding?
"Shut up. I'm still sleepy Shumai, you're loud."
Ouma's slender hand slowly drifted away from my mouth. He left me an absolute mess, my breathing uneven and face hotter than it had ever been. He perked up, catching on to this. I never knew that a sleepy Kokichi was a dangerous Kokichi.
"Y'know, Shuichi, you're pretty obvious! Neheehee!"
Another one of his infamous laughs escaped his lips. His soft looking, full lips...
He told me I was obvious.
I panicked, rearing my head back to look at him more clearly.
"What! I— I'm- what do you mean?"
Ouma let out a low chuckle. I felt something pool at the bottom of my stomach and my body rising in temperature.
"I said what I said. Stop that, it's cute! You're such a worrywart."
His exhausted smile made me completely melt. We were still holding each other, cuddled together close, which made Kokichi's next move simple for him.
"Go to bed Shumai, I'm pretty sure it's late."
Ouma leaned his face closer to my own and placed his lips against my nose, giving me a small, sloppy peck against the skin on the very tip of my nose.
I think he mumbled a goodnight to me before he returned to his slumber, but I couldn't even hear it over my loud thoughts.
He kissed me!
He kissed me!
HE KISSED ME!

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A/N: woah, me updating? Not me, wrong b*tch. I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long! I was continuously going back on this chapter in my drafts and rewriting a lot of it, not satisfied, but finally got around to get motivation and bring this together for you guys. This chapter is a lot shorter than I usually do, but I'm happy with it.
School for me starts September 8th, so if I don't update regularly I'm really sorry, but I'll do my best. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!