☹︎Kokichi POV☺︎︎
I walked away to class. I have most of my classes with Saihara, except for math, which sucks because I'm shit at math while he's a GOD.
I guess I kind of "Admire" him for that- heh.
"HEY WHAT THE FUCK"
I felt a hollow metal bang behind behind me. I opened my eyes to see Kaito Standing over me with a pissed off expression.
I must've hit a locker.
"Watch where your going shitface!"
I sat there against the locker that now had a small dent in it as he glared at me with a smirk.
I was about to stand up so I wasn't sitting on the cold ground but I was stopped by a stabbing pain in my stomach.
My eyes welled up with tears, threatening to fall, as I dug my painted black and white nails into my hands drawing small drops of blood.
Kaito kicked me.
He kicked me in the stomach.
I guess it usually wouldn't hurt as bad but, I can admit I'm weak right now, probably from malnutrition from not eating properly for awhile.
"Psh, The fuck? Your really crying? Hah, your so weak."
Hes right lmao.
he chuckled and walked out of the hallway with a smug expression glued to his pathetic face.
"Why right now?"
I mumbled and got up from the cold floor and opened up my locker to be greeted with millions of Panta stickers and pictures of D.I.C.E together.. One picture of me and Shumai...
I glanced at the photo of us in Junior High.
I felt my face go bright red and slammed the door to my locker.
Do I love him?
I mean, I always kind of looked up to him. But he could never love me- I mean- Lo-look at me-
"No stop it Kokichi!"
I smacked myself in the cheek leaving a red mark to replace the blush that was there a minute before. I slammed my locker and turned around.
I ran away from my locker feeling my face grow hot, Like I was going to explode.
I wanted to scream.
I ran into the classroom to be greeted with glares, Just like usual.
I mean I do feel happy and stuff around him- but do I like him?- I HATE THISSSS- but I've never felt this way about anyone-
I realized what I was thinking and wanted to hit my head against a desk to get rid of those... Embarrassing- thoughts.
"Ouma! Sit down!"
My thoughts were interrupted by my teacher.
"Oh- Sorry, I zoned out-"
I walked over to my desk and plopped down in my chair.
I think I do love him- but he wouldn't love me back- would he? Eh, probably not-
"Hey Ouma! class is over! Get outta here so I can go home!"
"Sorry!"
I yelled and ran out of the classroom, leaving my bag behind on my chair.
I ran to the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror and pulled up my sleeves to wash the cuts.
I forgot my bandages in my bag.
I sighed and turned on the faucet, I splashed water on to my fresh cuts.
The water turned a weird shade of pink from the blood from my cuts.
I turned off the faucet and pulled my sleeves back down.
I do hate having to do this..
᪥Sooo sorry this chapter took longer than others, I havent really been motivated to write anything at the moment, and I'm working on a new story right now lmao I hope you liked the chapter though!᪥
