ShuichixKokichi‼️

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: before this chapter starts, be warned that this chapter contains violence and abuse. Read carefully. Thank you!
Also, I apologize for frequent POV of Shuichi. That will change :)

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Shuichi's POV:

They've been getting worse.
The nightmares of that myth.
It terrifies me. Those vivid images, splatters of pink, gushing rivers of it, and smashed corpses. It was disgusting and everything beyond. Truthfully, it was pretty much indescribable. Those night terrors have plagued my mind to the point where it's almost all I can think of.
But this morning?
This morning with Kokichi was bliss. It was a distraction and reminder that I was in a better reality. This morning with Kokichi answered many questions, but raised so many more along with our encounter. It was damn near unbelievable such a thing could even happen to me.
Oh, that reminded me somehow, I haven't taken my medication in a few days. Kaede will possibly kill me. No, she WILL kill me.
She would probably kill me for having a potential boyfriend as well without telling her. She's almost like my mom in a way, it's funny.
Before I knew it I was standing in front of my dorm room. Was it really free time already?
Then my heart skipped a few beats and I lightened up. Kokichi!
Then it sunk right back down. My door was cracked open. I knew I locked it this morning.
God, was someone rummaging through my things right now? Shit, shit shit shit.
I pushed open the door.
And there stood someone in my room past my kitchen. I let out a short scream, jumping back a little ways into the front door that I had closed after entering my dorm.
"Jeez, calm down, silly Shumai! It's just lil' ol' me!"
I relaxed my shoulders and slung my body forward just a tad.
It was only Kokichi. Oh wait, Kokichi!
Just like he read my excited thought, he shouted aloud, running up to me.
"Shuichi!"
His arms wrapped around me, trapping me in a tight embrace. He normally did this, hugging me in a greeting, but it was...different this time. This time around, it was a sort of allure and charm to this hold he had on me. Unlike every other time he did this, I hugged back. I held him in the best secure embrace I could.
"Hey, Kokichi."
We remained like that for a few minutes more, neither one of us daring to move. It was a pure moment of delight and happiness. Well, until Ouma broke away from me. My arms fell to my sides, leaving me almost upset from his absence.
"So, Shumai wanted to talk to me!~"
I was about to speak until he continued. His demeanor was more soft and gentle, shy almost. It left me lovestruck.
"And I, um...I really want to talk to you too. About this morning, obviously."
We walked to my room and sat down on my bed. My hands were becoming sweaty, my nerves clashing and spiking up. How do I start confessing my feelings? I've never necessarily done this before.
I took in a deep breath in an attempt to collect myself. Thoughts scrambled, heart racing, and the burning acid build up in the back of my throat were all screaming to just give in.
However, I spoke up. No more time to beat around the bush.
"Kokichi, I like you. I like you a lot, actually, and up until this morning I've tried to hide it and push it down, but...I can't ignore it now. I have to face it."
I took note of the smallest of smiles that crept on Ouma's face. That gave me all the encouragement I would ever need.
"Ever since we met I've been interested in you, until that turned into a...crush, I guess you'd call it. Now we're here."
Bashful, I turned my head to the side, tapping my finger against my cheek. I couldn't help but feel the dread of being too straight forward, or maybe I wasn't even good enough.
"Well, obviously, I...like you too."
I glanced back to Ouma. He was basically the definition of a mess in that moment; his face flushed, hands shaking, eyes darting everywhere but to my own. I somehow found it terribly endearing.
I suppose Kokichi was a man of few word when it came to romantic interest. I watched him carefully while he tried to find words.
"And for a while, I ignored it. I thought I was completely lying to myself. Funny, right? A liar like me being wrong about, well, lying!"
He giggled. How sweet.
I found myself admiring all his features my eyes could spot on him. He had changed his clothing from this morning, wearing a simple jacket and a white t-shirt and black jeans. His clothing mainly consisted of greys, whites, and blacks. Even in common clothing like that I saw Ouma as the prettiest thing in this entire academy.
Of course, now was time to seal the deal.
"So, Kokichi?"
"...yeah?"
"Would you like to be...my— my boyfriend?"
Just like a vow of silence had fallen over us, either one of us said another word. It felt like an eternity until I heard his soft, gentle voice.
"Yes."
This time, it was me who caught him in a tight hug. I embraced Kokichi with an immense happiness, excitement, and a little sprinkle of fear even. Fear? Because this was new. But it was a good new.
I couldn't stop laughing. I felt like crying. Happy tears, that is. It wasn't long before Kokichi returned the affection, wrapping his arms around me tenderly, as if I could break like a porcelain doll.
We didn't move from that caring hold. We only moved to fall back on the bed, where laid in a comfortable silence.
About half an hour had passed. We remained where we were, laying, no words spoken. I was fairly sure Kokichi was still awake, but I hadn't looked to check yet.
I had never thought about locking the door in such an amazing moment, and I regret not doing so.
"Kokichi Ouma! God damn it, I know you're in there!"
Without a warning, a sign, or even a knock on the door, two people opened my front door and slammed it shut. My first thought was why were these people so rude and inconsiderate. My second thought, more like a realization, was that these people were not happy with Kokichi whatsoever. At this point he had already sat up from my hold to look at the disruption. I could never wash the image of such a horrified look on someone's face after witnessing Ouma's.
I had to act fast to neutralize whatever situation had began in my own dorm. I stood, quickly noticing how short the other guy was who stood a little ways away from me. The girl with him was a good bit taller than him as well.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?"
I'm sure I looked incredibly stupid right now. The look they both gave me showed me that. The man approached first, maneuvering around me.
"I'm not here for you, mind your own business."
The hostility in his tone was alarming. The woman joined his side, and together they towered over Kokichi, who remained sitting on my bed.
Oh, that's right, I know them. Know OF them. Peko Pekoyama and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu. They were our upper class men and very well known amongst the first and third year students at this academy. Recognized for their background and ferocity, most people avoided them.
Without warning, Peko grabbed Kokichi's arm and pulled him out of my bed and to his feet, him stumbling forward in response with a small "wait", but they didn't listen.
"H-hey, quit that!"
I stepped over to them only for Kuzuryu to pull a small pocket knife on me, keeping me in my place.
"We'd really hate to involve you, it's bad enough you even saw this much. Stay out of our way."
Kuzuryu scoffed, flipping the blade back in its handle. I heard a yelp, and in an instant Kokichi was on the floor.
I'm not sure what they said after I saw that. Something about their belongings or money, whatever. Once I saw that, something in me...snapped. No, clicked. Something in me clicked.
"I said stop."
I grabbed Peko by the shoulder and threw her back away from my Ouma. Who the fuck were they? Laying hands on what's mine?
Pitiful.
Before I could even focus on Kokichi, a firm punch was landed straight to my jaw. It made me stagger backwards and hit them wooden framework of the bunk bed.
"You fucking idiot! You don't know what yo u— do—e..."
Ringing. All I could hear in my ears was a painful ringing. It tore through my brain, driving me insane, like a dog whistle to a pup's ears.
...
Kuzuryu was on the floor. His bottom lip was bloody, his wrist seemingly misplaced.
Pekoyama wasted no time. She had a blade to my neck within seconds. I myself had a few blood spots around my face. Her knife to my skin wouldn't help.
"Don't touch him! This was never your ordeal!"
Before I could swing a hit, she reared her fist back and landed a solid punch to my collarbone. This was followed by a clean slice against my neck, right below my jawline. I hissed from the sting, holding my hand to the wound. Blood was pouring.
And for a moment, I saw pink.
Disgusting, putrid pink. Iron smell filled my nostrils.
I saw Ouma. Still on the floor, eyes wide with a kid like fear, lips trembling.
They did this.
To my property.
"Y—u, dam— bi—h, ***—* —**!"
Ringing. That awful ringing.
It didn't feel like seconds had passed before my sight became clear. Pekoyama didn't look conscious, leaning against the wall next to where Kokichi's small frame trembled.
I looked to my hands. They weren't pink. Red, a normal and beautiful red colored and decorated my fingers and palms like messy art. It was amazing to see compared to a gross pink.
I laughed.
"Good, alright then...Kokichi?"
I looked to him. He almost looked as if he had backed away when I approached. Did he? When I reached him, I bent down into a squatting position to almost match his eye level.
I knew what I did. I knew the horrible, disgusting thing I did. Without going in to depth in my own thoughts, I used to have that sort of thing under control. It clicked once more today.
"Kokichi, i—it's alright now, see? Right now, they're nothing to worry about."
Slowly, Ouma out his defenses down. I was gaining more sense back by the second, I was able to reason. I grabbed his hand and helped him up.
"We need to get to the medbay. C'mon, it isn't safe to stay here."
I think the urgency and concern in my voice pleaded and encouraged him to follow. We left the two nuisances behind and sped walk to the medical center of the academy. Those two could be mentioned and dealt with sooner or later.
As my vision became fuzzy and my hands numb, I wondered,
What was really going on here?

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A/N: oh nooo, Shuichi got caught in Kokichi's drug affairs. Surprise! Two updates in one night is your surprise. Isn't it cool? I'd hope so, this chapter was a little more difficult to pull together. Without making it too graphic and lengthy I had to pull it off somehow!
Finally, the hints of obsessiveness, medications, and nightmares are finally answered and tied together. Kokichi's true self is beginning to show. And we got a little happy romance :)
I just had to sprinkle some pregame in here somehow, I've been so excited! This story is reaching its 20th chapter and as well growing! Thank you so much for the views! As always, stay tuned for another chapter!