a/n: oof this was already written and I forgot to post it a few hours ago like normal. Reviews are appreciated! :D

Fictober Day 19: "Yes, I admit it, you were right."

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you."

Shima paused, quirking a brow. Okumura-kun was staring intently at him. Or, more specifically, at the cup of milk pudding in his hand.

"Why not?" he asked, frowning. "I just got it a couple days ago. It's not bad."

"It smells... weird," Okumura-kun said, nose twitching in displeasure.

Curiously, Shima took a whiff of the milk pudding but did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Either Okumura-kun was a little off today... or he'd completely flipped his lid. "It smells fine."

His classmate, however, looked entirely unconvinced. A hint of worry was evident in his gaze as he glanced back and forth between Shima and the treat in his hands. Shima took a giant spoonful and shoved it in his mouth. "See? Tastes fine, too."

"If... if you're sure," he said finally. Hesitantly.

Shima grinned. "I'm sure."

Except forty-five minutes later, Shima wasn't so sure.

He sat at his desk, cradling his stomach, trying to stifle a groan. He was nauseous, and he had a feeling that his delicious, yummy snack was going to revisit him. That would not sit well with the ladies, he was certain of that.

He supposed he wasn't doing a good job at hiding his discomfort because Izumo-chan eyed him with boredom. "What's wrong with you?"

"I think... I ate something bad."

A scoff. Izumo-chan turned her attention back toward the front of the classroom.

Koneko-san looked at him in concern. "Maybe you should go to the infirmary, Shima-kun."

Shima opened his mouth to respond but eventually decided not to. Let his forehead hit his desk with a soft thud as he whimpered softly.

"Shima? You good?"

Oh, crap. That was Okumura-kun. Okumura-kun who had warned him not to eat the milk pudding. Shima didn't even want to face him right now. Against his will, he mumbled, "Yes, I admit it. You were right."

A pause. "What?"

"The pudding," he said with a groan. "It was bad. You were right. I didn't listen to you and you're free to tell me 'I told you so' now."

"Shima, you do realize Okumura is half-demon, right?" Bon said. "His senses are sharp as hell. Damn right, you should have listened to him if he said it was bad. Or at least checked the expiration date."

Shima raised his head long enough to send a weak glare in Bon's direction. "I didn't think it was bad! It smelled fine!" In a quieter voice: "You're all so cruel to me."

Okumura-kun said nothing, at first. Then, slowly: "I'm not gonna tell you 'I told you so.' I hate it when people say that to me. It's like rubbing salt in the wound." When Shima glanced up again, he saw the apologetic smile on Okumura-kun's face. "Sorry you feel like shit, Shima. Konekomaru's right. Maybe you should go lay down or something."

"You still have time since class hasn't started yet," Konekomaru insisted.

Shima just whimpered.