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Familiar fingers wrap around a familiar waist. “Shumai~” emitted from the playful source of affection behind his back.
Except it felt like a blur.
But it wasn't long until he woke from the half-assedly built dream.
Sadly, but not alarmingly, the only thing behind him were the sheets of his bed. Not the embrace of earlier; just the reminder of his loneliness at day, even if he got up for the purpose of looking decent in the crowd of the public.
After his intricate little routine though, and after a little more splashes of blush so he didn't look vampiric, he was done. Yet, he couldn't help but let his mind wander. As he twisted the doorknob, a pair of arms were wrapping around him from behind, the tender “Shumai~” and a kiss on his neck, “Don't have fun without me, darling!”
Even if it was an impossible longing, it felt immensely heavy to try to move out of the imaginary touch, but with all of reality smashing back at him; the door pushed forward. Maybe he could play in this little fantasy later. Maybe he could pretend to be in it in his own little head. Maybe he could lie to himself, lie that someone was waiting for him at home, lie that someone would even be at home.
Lie in bed at the thought and dream of living a more normal life, without the one making it irregular in the most isolating way possible.
In shackles, he tilted his head to the right, bed head obscuring his view lightly as he watched the clock hands tick, tick, tick, and remind him of the warmth and presence on his right. Maybe he could forget they were there. Maybe he could go back to sleep, or try to. Maybe he could forget he was in this situation. Maybe “Shumai~, you've been such a little princess sweetheart for me, I might just let you out of this horrid excuse of a bedroom! Maybe.”
Would he breathe flowers when he was out? Would he enjoy the windy breezes the weather had to bless him with? Would he walk around freely, joy laced in every step and possible hop he'd take? Maybe he'd be happy to kiss Kokichi on the forehead after school.
The ring of the bell familiar to Shuichi's ears as he had already packed up all his books, only left to put some in his locker in the hallway. So he walked through them, idly pulling on his locker door, idly looking at it, idly holding up his books and standing. Then idly getting crashed into, his head slamming the other lockers before he caught himself.
“Shumai!!” obviously Kokichi was behind him, hugging him while he tried to balance himself and the books he held. “Oh yea, you owe me ice cream.. Sooo, let's go get some, now!”
Shuichi could only sigh. But atleast he knew today’s after school would be fun, if he made sure Kokichi wouldn't put sprinkles or spit in his future vanilla ice cream later.
Later would be now in a few more minutes. They walked out of school grounds, walked on the sidewalk, and walked into an ice cream shop of Kokichi’s choice; while carrying Kokichi on his back. By the time they’d ordered, and after Kokichi mortified Shuichi of doing that in public, he let Kokichi down so he could sit on the seat across from his own. But ofcourse, Kokichi wouldn’t let him sit in peace without a little game.
Shuichi had a book pulled out from his bag, and as he glossed his eyes over the text, Kokichi started browsing the displays and menus. The show was very convincing to Shuichi, or atleast to his split attention.
Shuichi read from left to right, to left and to right, left and right at that moment, his vision turned to black, soft, bony hands keeping the shop around him out of sight.
“Shumai, beloved, you trust me, right?”
“I don’t.”
“Oh? But you have to.”
And with a moment of hesitation, “I do...” Shuichi muttered. If he could look to his side, he wouldn’t have to be left in the dark by the thief’s hands over his eyes.
They were standing, walking to where Shuichi didn’t know; to where the Phantom Thief wanted him to go to. The little man just kept leading him forward, and continued forward until he finally stopped Shuichi with him.
“Take my hands off when you’re ready!” Shuichi could feel the playful intent practically screaming at him that it’d be some surprise about the thief’s next heist, clues from the case itself. So he lifted his hands, put them around the other’s. When he pulled his hands off, pulled his eyelids open, a bright light graced and eyeraped him.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!”
“Okay, goodnight, Ouma.”
“Not even a hug back?” he gasped, exaggerated, “ Shumai, you’re soo rude!!”
What if Shuichi tried to recall the dream he just had?
He swore he felt fingers wrap around him. “Shumai~” from the playful source of affection behind his back.
Except it felt like a blur.
But it wasn't long until he gave up from trying to continue the dream.
Unfortunately, but not a surprise anymore, behind him was Kokichi; the reminder of his company all day. And until this killing game was over, he could actually try to escape him. He was sure he’d never find himself longing for the biggest disturbance of his life here, ever.
He wouldn't even dream of it.
Except he woke up from the half-assedly built dream. Reminded of his loneliness, and the company of his own petty fantasies.