The 11th Rival

Closet Case

I'm writing this at 3am so please, I'll be writing weird ass shit tonight. Sksksks. Btw, have you guys watched the movie 'Flubber'. It's very interesting.

The next day

ScHoOl. Why is hell on earth named 'school'? Why do I even have to be here? My parents won't mind if I skip school, right? It's not like they're even here. I would much rather spend the rest of my day at home watching YouTube or Netflix and stuff.

But then you would break the rules.

Shut it conscience.

sHuT iT cOnScIeNcE.

One day I'll Detroit smash my head onto a wall or something because of you.

Hopefully..

Or Osorō can do it for you if you're some pussy.

:')

"Hellllllooooooo! Earth to Y/N! You've been spacing out a lot these days," Hanakō whined. I roll my eyes at the clingy boy version of Senpai's sister, who is supposedly my 'friend'. Osano remained quiet and awkward to the young Yamada as he danced and cheered on the way to school. Barely keeping any conversation, Osano drinks some water from his water bottle. I sigh and pat Osano's shoulder "Hey, dude, we need to talk after school." A confused glance came from Osano, "Why?". I sly smirk spread across my face "We need to get over this sexual tension between you and Taro Senpai." Eyes almost bulging from their sockets, Osano spat out his water and he was tomato red. "What. The. Heck. Are you accusing me of being gay?!" He sounded shocked. This dude's so easy to get to, wow. I continue patting his back in a comforting manner, "It's ok, there's nothing wrong with your sexuality. I know it's still an in the closet sort of thing. You just won't admit it." Hanakō giggled from the sidelines while watching the scene unfold. Osano rolled his eyes with his matching permanent scowl and pink cheeks. He mumbled something too quiet to even be audible. With curiosity taking over me, "What did you say?" I asked. "I-IT'S NOTHING, YOU BAKA!" Osano jumped. Grumpy cat much? I sigh and look at the houses we pass while walking to school. Hanakō, who is still bouncing, is couching my arm and skipping
and Osano, on the other hand, just has his hands in his pockets,

Our group entered the wide gates of Akedemi High as the cherry blossom trees bloom and flowers fall, everything looking quite tall. Ooh, I made a rhyme, sweet. Other students with ridiculously colored hair walked past or behind me on their was to do their own business. The sounds of continuous shuffling and conversations can be heard from all over. A familiar dark blue head can be seen from amongst the crowd. I swear I've seen it before. I want to investigate. "Oi, dipshit! Over here!" rumbled a voice from the courtyard. Many students froze at the sight of who the voice belonged to. Osorō Shidesu. Fuck. I was hoping that I could avoid him. Oh well, more murmurs can be heard as people looked at me. I crossed the courtyard until I felt a firm grip on my wrist "Y/N-Chan c'mon, he's bad news," pleaded Hankō with Osano right behind him. I shook my head and gave them a thumbs up to be reassuring. "In case, just scream when he does something," Osano said, "You mean 'if'." He denied "No, 'when'."

"Took ya' long enough," muttered the raspy voice. Osorō Shidesu towered over me like a pillar while glaring in annoyance. "And your point is..?" I asked tiredly, lmao, this the attitude that'll kill me one day. "Let's ditch this shit hole, you and me. Come on," Osorō said while grabbing my arm. Adrenaline began to fill my entire body. I'm not sleepy anymore. I pull on my arm "Waitwaitwait, boi, I'm at least taken out on a date before we-". Osorō scoffed, "As if," how r u d e. I'm totally smexy and cool, and adorably, and amazing. ST RA N G E R DANGER. IMA PROBABLY BE MURD E R ED. I frantically look around and see a bob of blue hair peeking from behind the wall. SKSKKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKS, SAVE ME, STRANGER.