Crazy!Shuichi X Loving!Kokichi

                                    

                                          
A/N: havent posted a real chapter in a while so my writing skills won't be as good for now 🐿
                          
Kokichi Ouma's POV:
                          
I walked past the craziest guy in school today. He's insane and he's lost his mind but all in all, he's cute. When I held my breath while walking past him, I could definitely feel the way his hand tried to grab mine. It's like he wanted to pull me... which is kinda scary. 
                          
"RANTARO!!" I yelled as soon as I saw green hair in my peripheral vision. I quickly ran up to him and ended up jumping onto him. Of course he didn't fall down, I was too weak and he was too strong. 
                          
"What do you want?" Rantaro pretended to be annoyed and laughed it off. I told him about passing Shuichi in the halls and feeling his hand brush against mine. Even if it was just for a moment, it made my heart leap out of its place. "Oooo? Does Kokichi have a crush?" Rantaro teased.
                          
"Yes, yes he does," I joked as my face turned a slight pink at the thought of Shuichi. 
                          
We walked together all the way until we reached our apartments. 
                          
"Alright, I'll see you later," Rantaro sighed as he waved and headed off.
                          
"Bye!" I yelled back and opened the white door to my apartment. I shut the door closed and quickly turned the lock. I skipped to my room where I jumped on my stomach on the bed. Just thinking about him makes me blush, I thought as I hugged one of my pillows. 
                          
Shuichi Saihara's POV:
                          
I tried to get his attention in the halls. I really did. I don't know if it worked though. His mind is always in a different world it's hard to tell what emotion he's trying to express. I sighed, annoyed and spun around in my chair. What can I do to make him notice me? What can I do to tell him that I like him... I had a whole journal of ideas. Suddenly, RING RING!!!
                          
I abruptly turned to my phone. The phone screen read: Incoming call from Kaede. Rolling my eyes, I picked up the phone and answered. 
                          
"Yeah?" I questioned her through the phone. 
                          
"Hey Shuichi! Whatcha up to?" She spoke in her usual moody, popular accent. 
                          
"Co-" I couldn't even finish the first word before she interrupted.
                          
"Let me guess, coming up with more ideas? Why are you always thinking about him? Kokichi's a loser, nobody even looks at him. Find someone else to swoon over," she confronted me. 
                          
"Not a chance, Kaede, not a chance. Now, if you're not going to call me to talk about him then I'm hanging up, bye," I spat. 
                          
"DONT. Fine I'll give you an idea," she sighed, "How about... bringing him by force instead? Sure, you could force him with words but that's not as scary as physically forcing him. Just... like, tie him up or... something?" She responded, sounding annoyed. 
                          
"...that's not too bad of an idea for once, thanks Kaede," I replied. 
                          
"Tch, yeah. Think smarter, not harder Shuichi. I know you're smarter than this," Kaede laughed. 
                          
Kokichi Ouma's POV: 
                          
The next day rolled around sooner than I had expected. Yet, it's only Tuesday. I sprinted over to my first class since I was late, again. I hate Tuesdays. 
                          
As soon as I had sat down, the bell had rung. I sighed and slouched in my chair. Looking for some motivation to get through the school day, I looked to the desk across the room from me. That's where Shuichi sits. I hate how they had to put him the farthest away from me. 
                          
But even worse, he wasn't even there. Huh? Why isn't Shuichi here? He seemed fine yesterday, I assumed he was just late like always. 
                          
Thirty minutes passed and he's still not here. Man I hate Tuesdays.