ONE SHOT: Kokichi x Reader: In Denial.
tags: fem!reader, college, kinda (?) smut
Description: Kokichi is slowly progressing into being incapable of controlling his obsession over you.
You guys were classmates in the first year of college. On the first day, you sat beside him because every other place was already taken. He was playing some games on his Nintendo Switch and seemed to be very entertained by it. So when you came near him and sat by his side, his voice came out before his eyes even turned to look at you.
"You don't look like big shi-" he stops at the exact moment his eyes lock on you. The phrase started as a way of pissing you off at first, of course, but it turned out the other way around at the right moment. He didn't know why, but something about your vibe just... hit him. And he had never, ever felt something like this just by seeing someone for the first time. Overall, people were normally too boring for him: too plain, too dull. That's why he always felt the need to provoke reactions, to make people angry, to make them more... fun.
However, when he looked at you, something so unusual happened inside him. A sensation somewhat like his stomach had dropped for a moment. At first, he just kept staring at you; kinda expressionless, kinda confused. But as soon as he processed what had just happened, he immediately grew annoyed. How could you? Who did you think you were to impress him like this without even opening your mouth?
So he naturally just pouted and focused on his game. Then you presented yourself to the class and oh boy, this little guy was in fucking DISTRESS. He started repeating to himself mentally: "she doesn't even have anything different from everyone in this fucking room... does she? how can I... how is she... doing this shit?"
He was so pissed at you. Even so, your name slowly started to reverberate inside his head. Repeating. Sounding... different. Not because it was "such a special or beautiful name", but because it was your name. Although he was so curious about you, you didn't seem even a little bit distracted by him at all, and this just pissed him off even more.
The days were passing, and each day he learned a new detail about you that made him feel that same sensation of his stomach dropping from the first day. He wouldn't talk to you directly, but observe from afar, withdrawn into his own silence, from where he admired you with constant fascination. You were almost like a new discovery for him. A new game, a puzzle that he would do anything to solve, a code that he was obsessed with decoding. From the way you moved your fingers when you passed them through your hair to how every muscle of your face moved when you talked or smiled... everything just kept bringing back that goddamn gut feeling in his stomach that he wanted so badly to understand why.
That's when he started trying to tease you, just the way he always did to everyone. Of course, Kokichi wouldn't be himself if he wasn't trying every time to make everyone mad at him just for fun. That's when you really started to break him into pieces, because... it simply wouldn't affect you. At. All.
No matter how much harder he tried, no matter how much effort he put into making you mad with his pranks or mean comments or whatever, it was like you were water: everything just went through you. Sometimes you would just ignore him, sometimes you would not even notice, sometimes you would almost give him a glimpse of what he wanted so fucking badly... but then, nothing. Nothing of your attention.
Day by day, class by class, as time continued to pass, his life in college would be pretty much one hundred percent focused on and dedicated to receiving your attention in some way, to making you feel angry at him. He just wanted so badly to see what you would look like staring directly at him, with your eyes filled with an infuriated look... God, the mere thought of it would delight him inside his own head. And he'd imagine it every single day. And dream about it every single day.
That's when it happened. One day, in the middle of one of your classes, he saw you talking to another classmate, Rantaro. He was sitting with his arms crossed when he looked in your direction and then... suddenly, Rantaro touched a lock of your hair, smiling at you. So you just... smiled back at him, glancing briefly at the floor afterward. That's when he finally snapped.
Kokichi got up from his chair and immediately made his way toward you, taking you by the wrists and leading you out of the classroom. As soon as you two were in the hallway, he didn't even wait for you to speak.
"Okay, you fucking sadistic bitch, what are you trying to do here?" he demanded, his voice trembling with frustration.
"Pardon?" you asked, confused and surprised by his sudden outburst.
"Oh, don't play dumb with me Y/N, you know exactly what you're doing!"
You looked at him, then at the clock on the wall. A sarcastic smile played on your lips.
"Ouma, it's currently eight in the morning. My brain doesn't usually start working until noon."
"Stop acting like a bitch! Why are you always doing this to me?! Why are you so LAME?!"
"Umm, helloo? Are you nuts or something? Doing 'this' WHAT?"
"You know very well!" he pouted, crossing his arms. "You never pay attention to my jokes, even when they're genius! And then I see you and Rantaro together and he was touching your hair? What is going on with you two?"
"Wha- wait." your smile widened a bit, as you slowly began to understand the situation. "Is that what this is about? Are you... jealous?"
He looked deeply offended by the suggestion. "Me?!" he scoffed. "Please, I would never be jealous of someone like you!"
"Well... it certainly seems like it." You approached him slowly, causing him to step back.
"Just admit you don't like my jokes because you're a loser piece of shit who doesn't get my genius-"
"Just admit you want me to enjoy your crappy and childish jokes because you want my attention."
"Your... attention? You must be out of your fucking mind."
"Well, you've got what you wanted. My attention's all yours now, Ouma. Don't waste my time and say it: what the fuck do you want to do?"
He didn't answer. Not because he didn't know what to answer, but because, in this moment, his mind was fully concentrated on finally understanding and processing what that damn sensation in his stomach was. The way you were so close to him. The way he could sense your perfume, or almost touch your skin. The way he could observe the bewitching lunar glint inside your eyes. He had never seen you like that. So close, so gorgeous in such a magnetic way. It was like all the pieces of the puzzle were finally complete. So the answer came, but not with his words. With his lips.
He pulled you even closer, devouring your lips with the hunger of a person who had been constantly daydreaming about the feeling of your kiss for the past months. But not in any of his endless fantasies could Kokichi imagine that your kiss would taste so divine. He let out a little whimper when he felt your tongue dancing around his, meanwhile his desperate hands were impatiently trying to grasp your hair roughly. You touched his waist slightly underneath his clothes, just to tease him a bit, which made him react with a muffled whine that made you smile mischievously.
It was music to your ears, and an amazing scene to witness. The arrogant, stubborn prankster who isolated himself because he found everyone else too tedious to bother with, caught completely off guard, melting in your hands, in your touch and just for you.
When you — very reluctantly — broke the kiss and opened your eyes, there he was. Staring at you with a completely different look in his eyes than before. His violet eyes were sparkling, and the way he was looking at you while panting was as if he were asking himself if you were truly real.
"I gotta say," he pants, laughing a little bit, "I don't think just having your attention is enough anymore."
"What do you mean, idiot?"
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I... I think I want you."
"So... are you asking me to be your girlfriend or something like that?"
"As long as you burn Rantaro from head to toe, yes."
"Okaay, right... just his clothes maybe?"
"FIINE! So, bet I can run faster to the classroom than you?" and in the next moment, the purple-haired boy had rushed back to the classroom just like a child giving everything in a race.
"Fucking brat." you said as you looked in the direction where your — now boyfriend — had just rushed.
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