Clandestine Hearts (Shuichi Saihara x Reader)

Clash of Worlds

As our argument continued to escalate, a sudden crash from across the classroom shattered the tension. My heart leapt into my throat as my gaze snapped towards the source of the disturbance. A girl with stunning blonde hair that cascaded just above her chest had tumbled out of a locker, her hair adorned with music-themed pins glinting in the dim light.

Her wide lavender eyes darted between us, her expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "Oh, uh, sorry about that," she stammered, her voice carrying an air of innocence that contrasted with her less-than-graceful entrance. "I lost my footing. Didn't mean to interrupt... whatever's happening here."

The unexpected interruption left us momentarily speechless, but then she flashed a warm smile, her confidence quickly returning. "Actually, you two should totally keep arguing. It's more entertaining than anything else going on right now."

We exchanged wary glances, taking note of her playful sarcasm, then reluctantly nodded in agreement, both curious about the girl who had just joined our bizarre predicament.

"Sorry to have been eavesdropping, but I think it's safe to say you two have no idea what's going on either. I'm Kaede Akamatsu, the Ultimate Pianist," she introduced herself, her tone proud as she spoke of her accomplishments in the world of music. She went on to describe her impressive portfolio of piano performances, making it clear that she was no stranger to the spotlight.

The boy next to me finally spoke up, his tone less abrasive than before. "I'm Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective." His gaze was guarded, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes, yet he brushed aside any questions about his past with a look that suggested it was something he wasn't willing to delve into, getting a sense of something traumatic with the way he clenched his fists.

I watched this exchange carefully, absorbing the details they did and didn't share. Something tugged at the back of my mind—a strange coincidence. They were both Ultimates, and I was no exception to the pattern. How could that be? Ultimates were scattered across the globe. It's no mistake all three of us ended up in the same place at the same time with no recount of where or why.

Deciding to play along, I introduced myself, leaving out the truth about my own abilities. "(Y/N) (L/N)," I said, my voice carrying a quiet conviction. "Ultimate... Baker."

As if on cue, the monitor overlooking the classroom sparked up with a static, five colorful stuffed animal bears shaped like different hues of the rainbow suddenly, each one wearing the same robotic expression were displayed on the screen. The sight was nothing short of surreal, yet accomplishable with outstanding CGI.

We exchanged bewildered glances as they collectively declared, "Attention, students! Please proceed to the gymnasium immediately. Time to get things started!"

With that ominous message, we were left with no choice but to follow the mysterious bears, our individual stories and secrets converging into an uncertain future none of us could predict.