fabricated // existence

Random tidbits about psychic!Shuuichi:

If anyone has ever seen the show Psych, Shuuichi’s abilities are essentially the same as Shawn’s--he’s highly observant and quick-thinking due to natural “talent” and his uncle’s teachings.  Thankfully unlike Shawn, Shuuichi doesn’t have that sort of snarky personality towards everyone he meets.

Due to the nature of how he gained his so-called talent, Shuuichi never plans on revealing his lie to anyone.  He’s already deep into the web of deceit, and he sees no reason or merit to stop the lie, even with close friends or a possible lover.  He tells himself enough times that the lie is small enough to not truly impact his relationships, and as long as he keeps up with the act, no one can ever truly know.

Despite that, anyone who is insistent on being skeptical causes Shuuichi to be antsy around their presence; their words are a constant reminder that his talent is fake, and he fears the truth will be revealed in a moment of weakness.

For the most part, Shuuichi is reserved and hesitant around other people, but feels freer around friends and loved ones.  

The hat still exists.  He mainly uses it to keep his gaze hidden while he scopes out his surroundings and the people around him.

From their time at Hope’s Peak Academy, Shuuichi has come to learn two undeniable facts. Fact number one: everyone associated with the institution, whether it be student or faculty, was eccentric to say the very least.  Whether it was with their talents or other hobbies, everyone’s personalities felt rather outlandish and almost unreal.

Fact number two: one of his best friends, Akamatsu Kaede, was no exception to the first fact.

On one end of the spectrum, the culinary master was a rather friendly individual, and outgoing enough to become their class rep. And on the other hand, the girl’s same stubbornness that allowed for everyone to enjoy her presence could also lead to her downfall.

Shuuichi sighs as he watches Akamatsu slave away in the kitchen in an attempt to achieve the results of a dish’s mastery.  It was past midnight when the  ❛ psychic ❜ had received a text from a fellow classmate about the lights in one of the kitchen’s being on still.  Even without outright stating it, it was a message to go collect his friend; while their yearly exam was just around the corner, it would help no one to push themselves to exhaustion while  ❛ studying. ❜

❝ Akamatsu-san, I predict that you will pass out within the next thirty minutes if you don’t cease this right now.  You of all people should know how dangerous it is to faint in a kitchen? ❞

Was he using his ❛ talent ❜ against his best friend?  Yes.  Did Shuuichi particularly care at the moment.  Not at all.  Besides, it doesn’t take a psychic to see when someone is clearly weary.

Shuuichi didn’t bother to contain his excitement as Sai presented him with the hard-to-obtain novel, even going as far as to hug the hardback to his chest.

❝ Thank you!  I can’t tell you how much I’ve been searching for this book! ❞

Speaking of books. . .

Chuckling nervously, Shuuichi reaches into his bag to pull out a rectangular-shaped object wrapped loosely in brown paper.   ❝ I know it’s clearly a book, but open it!  ❞

When Sai unwraps the present, he’ll find a rare, first-edition printed copy of Edogawa Ranpo’s first collection of short stories.

❝ Oh, and I also got us a reservation at a literature cafe!  We can go drink coffee and tea together while we read! ❞

For the most part, Shuuichi’s birthday has gone by semi-uneventful.  Seeing as how Akamatsu had decided to announce the importance of today’s date to their class that morning, the detective has had several friends stop to wish him happy birthday, and some of them gifting him impromptu presents.  Even clearly rushed, Shuuichi appreciated the sentiment behind the gesture.

Now…after spending the afternoon with Momota and Harukawa, Shuuichi had been heading back to his room when the whirlwind of black and white came rushing by, knocking off his black cap–yet something held was swiftly set in its place.  

Another hat?

Shuuichi reaches up to remove it, and sees that it is indeed a hat, but instead of it being almost completely black, it was checkered like Ouma’s scarf.  It was rather… interesting, to say the least.  He could see himself actually wearing the cap on occasion–depending on what outfit he was wearing that day.

❝ Ah, thank you, Ouma-kun, for the gift!  It’s very awesome, actually. ❞

Gambogeish-hued eyes widened as the familiar tell-tale sign of his favorite show was roughly dangling in front of his face, and the otaku couldn’t help himself as he snatched the key-chain up, stroking it gently as if it was the most precious treasure in the world, able to shatter at one false move.

…Well, that wasn’t much of an exaggeration, seeing as how much Shuunya obsessed over DanganRonpa.

Throwing all care and caution to the wind, he launches himself at his blonde ❛ friend ❜, latching onto her uncharacteristically in a bear-hug.

❝ THANK YOU SO MUCH, AKABANE-SAN!!  I will cherish this forever!! ❞

while staring at those, he just closed his eyes and wondered what he were doing. It’s not like him to ever bother about birthdays or any dates in specific, he would usually just leave the gift without wrapper in front of the person’s door and leave… yet, for some reason he wanted to go to Shuichi and give those to him in person. Well, screw it… it’s not like he can go back now and change his plans. He even reserved a spot on their favorite restaurant… how embarrassing… ( O2 / O3 )

He thought with a blush on his face as he finished wrapping the gifts, it looked a bit messy but Kokichi wasn’t really gonna bother at all about that now. He simply grabbed everything he needed and headed to their living room where he spotted his boyfriend there and smiled, walking behind him Kokichi placed a shy kiss onto Shuichi’s cheek as he placed the gifts on his lap, he said quietly: ’ Happy Birthday, my beloved Detective~ Hope you’re ready for today, nishishi~♪ ’ ( O3 / O3 )

Even with today being the mark of his birthday, Shuuichi wasn’t really the type to outwardly celebrate the date.  Having that sort of attention directed fully on him during his childhood years would always cause his anxiety to flare up, and he ended up skipping school for the entire day just to avoid the shallow chorus of ❛ happy birthdays ❜ that he would receive from his classmates.Nowadays, as the detective matured, the ordeal was much more bearable, and the celebratory statements were much more genuine as his friendships deepened.  The day of his birth no longer terrified Shuuichi.

However, that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t skip every obligation on September 7th.  That day was still his day, and Shuuichi preferred to spend it in the peace and quiet of his own mind and residence.  He answered the various texts sent from friends and classmates, promising to be around this weekend to receive whatever gifts they may have gotten him, but that was it for human interactions.

Or, that is what would normally happen, if it wasn’t for a certain ❛ roommate ❜ that lived with him.  And by roommate, he means boyfriend.

Lost in the fantasy world of fiction, Shuuichi’s attention is snatched away as he feels the soft press of warm lips against his cheek.  Looking over, he sees the enigmatic gaze of Ouma Kokichi; the teasing glint always shines in the leader’s eyes, but the raven-haired male could see the worry, the hesitance shielded behind the mischievousness.Smiling warmly, Shuuichi hooks a couple fingers under the checkered scarf in order to bring Kokichi closer, this time their kiss was with their lips joined together.  It was a brief kiss, but one of love and warmth.

❝ Thank you, Kokichi… .  ❞

Wait… . wait a minute.

❝Huh, today?  What do you have planned? ❞