this story has shounen ai. So if you don't like it, don't read. Also the pairing is KaiShin wherein Shin-chan's the uke okay? Okay. This is still unbeta-ed and written for amusement. So expect it be not well thought maaany grammar mistakes. This will also be my very first multi-chapter story wherein the updates will be erratic. And BTW, amateur writer so forgive me if this isn't to your liking. Thank you for reading! :3
My Anonymous Penpal
by
Faceless 001
'Hey. Can we be friends?'
Shinichi blinked and leaned over to grab the piece of paper on top of his desk. He narrowed his eyes as he drew it closer to his eyes and flipping it to its' back to see if there was a name or something. He looked around his room and found only himself inside. Weird. It was only him inside the room and he hadn't left it for the past few hours he was still there. There was no way someone could walked past through him, leave this piece of paper on top of table and leave without him noticing. At all.
...Well there is one. But if thinking about it properly, why would that person would try and ask him to be friends with a socially-awkward and murder-magnet like him? It was just... weird.
Frowning, he put his case down beside his desk and quietly played with the note as he thought. Well there was no reason to over think about it, wasn't there though? It is just a simple note with a simple question after all. No threats or bad insults or anything. He should let this slide for the mean time. Besides, his mind has enough thinking. Those reports were already giving him a migraine from writing. Seriously, what kind of teachers assigns make-up works like that then suddenly saying that the day after was the due date? Making up his mind, he reached for his pockets and grabbed a pen. He uncapped the latter as he flipped the paper over and scribbled.
'Sure, why not?'
Re-reading it over again, he nodded before he hesitantly laid it down on his desk while his other hand grabbed his bag again. He turned to the room's door, only pausing for a while to look over his shoulder to peek if the note was still there and nodding in acknowledgement that it still is. He turned off the lights of the room and exited, locking the door close before walking away through the hallways.
Inside the room, the window opened and a figure slowly creeped inside. He glanced over the door, making sure it won't open any second now, before sauntering, looking a bit too giddily, over where the note was laying at. A grin slowly made its' way to his face as he chuckled and grabbed a piece of paper from his pockets. With a snap of his fingers, a puff of white smoke appeared from where his hand was and when it slowly faded away, a black pen was suddenly there. He wrote something on the clean, square sheet, before laying it down on the desk and pocketing the previous one from before.
He hummed to himself, sounding satisfied, before walking towards the window where he entered and slipped out; only after shutting it close and locking it respectively. He jumped down the sill and landed on the two feet ground below him with a quiet thud. As his left hand went to dust off anything that accumulated on his clothes, the other went down to grab the black case leaning at the wall behind it. He swung it across his shoulders before walking away with a satisfied and accomplished grin on his face.
