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“You know, Saihara-chan,” Kokichi began, pulling Shuichi from his thoughts.

“Yeah?” Shuichi answered.

Kokichi stared at Shuichi with a devious smile on his lips.

“This kinda feels like a date,” he commented.

“Geh…!” Shuichi squawked out.

Oh, heck! Now that I think about it, it actually is something like a date! The two of us, going to watch a movie...oh god, it really is like one, he thought to himself.

Shuichi blushed as Kokichi giggled.

“I’m just teasing you,” he said.

“I...I see…” Shuichi said with a nervous chuckle.

“I thought you would’ve gone home by now, seeing as you got off before I did,” he commented.

“Weeeeeeell, I just remembered that I needed to pick up some other things, so I’m going to get them,” Kokichi explained.

“I see...what section are you going to?” Shuichi asked.

“Dairy. I need milk and eggs, since Amami-chan, the annoying piglet, and Keeboy are all coming over tomorrow to bake cookies.”

“I’m going to the dairy section, too! I have to pick up some orange juice.”

“My, what a coincidence! Or perhaps it could be fate?”

“I highly doubt it’s fate, Ouma-kun.”

“When do you plan on answering Amami-kun?” he asked.

“Hu-Huh? Where did that come from all of a sudden?” she whispered back.

“Well, he seemed sad that you ignored him again and I just was wondering when you’ll give him an answer.” he explained.

“I…” she trailed off.

“Kaede, do you perhaps like him?” he asked.

He watched as Kaede’s cheeks turned pink. She lowered her gaze, finding whatever was in her cup more interesting to look at.

“That...I’m still not sure.” she admitted.

“I see…” he trailed off.

He scanned the area, locking eyes with Ouma once more. He was in the middle of dancing to “Slumber Party” by Britney Spears on Just Dance as their eyes met. He smiled seductively, waving at her before moving his hips in a sensual fashion. Shuichi felt something stir from within him at the sight. Then, he felt Kaede nudge him.

“And you?” she asked.

“Me? What about me?” he answered.

He watched Miu smack Ouma, shouting insults at him as Kaede spoke.

Who the heck is tossing pebbles at my window, he asked himself.

That was when he saw Kokichi peeking out his bedroom window, wearing a black oversized shirt that said, “Thanks, I hate it” in neon pink block letters along with checkered pajama pants.

“Ouma-kun…?” he muttered out loud.

He opened the window and poked his head out.

“Hey, what are you—” a small pebble hit his forehead.

“That is not the point here, Ouma-kun. The point is that—“

“Oh, shut your pretty mouth, Saihara-chan! There’s more important things that we need to discuss besides Kayayday’s love affair!” 

“Like...what?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean.”

Next thing Shuichi knew, Ouma had him backed up against the door, the intoxicating scent of lavender and vanilla slamming into his nostrils. He stared down at Ouma, who had straddled his leg.

“Last night, during Seven Minutes in Heaven. You came onto me, you know.” Ouma stated.

Shuichi swallowed.

Of course he’d bring that up now. I knew he’d want to talk about it sooner or later, but I wasn’t expecting him to bring it up now, he thought to himself.

“Ugh, now I have a headache,” Kokichi stated.

“Was it really that bad?” Shuichi asked.

“Yes, it was. The cigarette smell did nothing to help the situation, either,” Kokichi pointed out.

“I see…” Shuichi trailed off.

They stopped before Kokichi’s cart.

“Let’s go get Starbucks after this. Your shift ends the same time as mine, right?” Kokichi asked.

“Huh? Yeah, it does,” Shuichi said.

“So, let’s do it! It’ll be like a date or something like that!” Kokichi chirped.

Date.

“I’m sorry.”

Kokichi’s soft apology made Shuichi stop stirring. His eyes grew wide.

“...Huh?” he said.

“I said that I’m sorry,” Kokichi said.

Shuichi took the teabag out and added the sugar to Kokichi’s tea, stirring it with the other spoon. He stirred as Kokichi continued.

“What I said yesterday about the play...I’m sorry for snapping at you like that. I shouldn’t have done that. And then you ended up getting suspended from work for a week because of me…” he trailed off.

“Ouma-kun, you don’t need to apologize.” Shuichi picked the mugs up and he made his way over to the dining table. “It makes sense why you would get upset,” he said.

“But—”