fic // thief
thief
or in which keito demands what’s rightfully his
highschool AU | 424 words; G | okamori
When Ryutaro was told “Yo, Morimoto. Some seniors are looking for you.” He was eating his lunch. In an undignified way, a piece of sausage was still hanging from the edge of his mouth as he digested the information and nodded in response.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see two guys standing at the class door; a really tall guy and a short guy. None of which he recognize. His guts told him it’s suspicious but he shrugged it off as some message from a teacher or the likes.
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“I’m sorry. What?”
Even hearing for the second time wouldn’t make him believe it. “Okamoto said you have something of his,” said the taller one. “Naturally he wants it back so we’re here to reclaim it back,” he declared and the guy next to him just ‘hmm’d and nodded thoughtfully in agreement.
Ryutaro frowned at that.
“I don’t have time for this. I didn’t take anything from Okamoto-senpai,” and he turned heels to go back inside the class and maybe finish his deserted bento before Juri eats it.
No such luck.
He’s short; the senior, but definitely strong enough to yank him back. Ryutaro was not pleased. Who are these people to be saying he stole something from a senior that he haven’t even said more than two words to. He’d be in his right mind to tell these people off and maybe report them to a teacher for false accusation. His mind entertained the idea.
“Oh, you’re not running away,” said the taller one, a little more menacingly than before. The smile on his face creeped Ryutaro out for a reason. From behind him, Ryutaro could see the shorter one punching buttons on his phone quickly before closing it with the same creepy smile.
“But I didn’t steal anything!”
“Well, we heard otherwise.”
His mind reeled back to the bento he left in the classroom and how it’s in danger of being eaten. “I said, I didn’t steal-“
“You did!” said another voice, sounding a little out of breath.
This must be him. Without even looking directly at the guy, “Okamoto-senpai, I’m sorry but I didn’t steal anything of yours! I DIDN’T, I PROMISE!” only then did he looked up.
“But you stole my heart,” said Okamoto casually.
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“That was too cheesy! What was that all about!?”
“You said you don’t like people confessing to you like other people do.”
“… well!”
“So, are you gonna give it back?”
“Give what back?”
“My heart.”
“… I’m keeping it.”
a/n: oh hey, i still write. :3
or in which keito demands what’s rightfully his
highschool AU | 424 words; G | okamori
When Ryutaro was told “Yo, Morimoto. Some seniors are looking for you.” He was eating his lunch. In an undignified way, a piece of sausage was still hanging from the edge of his mouth as he digested the information and nodded in response.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see two guys standing at the class door; a really tall guy and a short guy. None of which he recognize. His guts told him it’s suspicious but he shrugged it off as some message from a teacher or the likes.
-----
“I’m sorry. What?”
Even hearing for the second time wouldn’t make him believe it. “Okamoto said you have something of his,” said the taller one. “Naturally he wants it back so we’re here to reclaim it back,” he declared and the guy next to him just ‘hmm’d and nodded thoughtfully in agreement.
Ryutaro frowned at that.
“I don’t have time for this. I didn’t take anything from Okamoto-senpai,” and he turned heels to go back inside the class and maybe finish his deserted bento before Juri eats it.
No such luck.
He’s short; the senior, but definitely strong enough to yank him back. Ryutaro was not pleased. Who are these people to be saying he stole something from a senior that he haven’t even said more than two words to. He’d be in his right mind to tell these people off and maybe report them to a teacher for false accusation. His mind entertained the idea.
“Oh, you’re not running away,” said the taller one, a little more menacingly than before. The smile on his face creeped Ryutaro out for a reason. From behind him, Ryutaro could see the shorter one punching buttons on his phone quickly before closing it with the same creepy smile.
“But I didn’t steal anything!”
“Well, we heard otherwise.”
His mind reeled back to the bento he left in the classroom and how it’s in danger of being eaten. “I said, I didn’t steal-“
“You did!” said another voice, sounding a little out of breath.
This must be him. Without even looking directly at the guy, “Okamoto-senpai, I’m sorry but I didn’t steal anything of yours! I DIDN’T, I PROMISE!” only then did he looked up.
“But you stole my heart,” said Okamoto casually.
------
“That was too cheesy! What was that all about!?”
“You said you don’t like people confessing to you like other people do.”
“… well!”
“So, are you gonna give it back?”
“Give what back?”
“My heart.”
“… I’m keeping it.”
a/n: oh hey, i still write. :3