Fictober Day 17: "There is just something about them/him/her."
Okumura was in Suguro's spot when Suguro walked in, staring at Shima with curious eyes, and Suguro's first thought was, Oh, no. Not again.
At least one day a week, Shima had Okumura wrapped up in his stories that were most likely full of stretched truths and dramatics. Shima—the little shit—was a fairly decent liar and Okumura...
Well, Okumura was just downright gullible.
"Yeah," Shima was saying, a ridiculously dreamy look painted on his face. "There is just something about her. I can't say what it is, but... she's absolutely amazing."
"Right," Suguro said flatly with his eyes narrowed as he neared their desks. "Who are you talking about now? Suzuki? Iwamoto? Masuda?"
Shima looked at him in surprise, but that quickly shifted into mock hurt. "What do you mean, Bon?"
An eye roll. "You damn well know what I mean. You're pullin' Okumura's leg. You're not smitten with some girl. You change targets almost every day."
Okumura frowned, looking confused. "Are you serious?"
Before Suguro could properly explain, Moriyama said shyly, "Rin? Did you change seats?"
"Nah," Okumura said, before standing. "Shima was just telling me about his new crush. I'm moving now."
"C-crush?" Moriyama stuttered, blinking. And then she smiled, soft and timid and strangely distant. "That's... romantic."
Not her, too.
Suguro rolled his eyes again as that caused the stupidly whistful look to crawl back onto Shima's face. He shouldn't have been surprised. If anyone besides Okumura would fall for Shima's tricks, it would be impossibly innocent Moriyama.
For all Okumura's annoying secrecy and idiotic optimism and insanely powerful strength (which, ok, maybe that was a little badass, but he wasn't admitting that out loud), Suguro didn't expect 'hopeless romantic' to be at the top of that list.