I Like You Too Much, Chapter 1/4

[h_itoshi]

Title: I Like You Too Much
Status: 1/4
Fandom: Sexy Zone, Kis-My-Ft2, AKB48
Pairing: Fuma/Kento
Overall rating: R
Wordcount: 4778
Warnings: Cliché high-school-au with all it entails; cheesy confessions, random implied pairings, underage drinking and smoking (aka. a party)
Summary: If there's one person Kikuchi Fuma hates, it's Kento himself."

Notes: Okay this is huge I haven't finished a chapterfic since 2010, and I've only had this lying around since like ehm. July. I had a cheesy AU in me so here it is, including some girls for the sake of realism. Yes, the title is as cheesy as the fic. Maybe a little cheesier because hey, sexy zone.
 

"I wish I was brave enough to just slap him in the face." Shori sighs heavily as he sits down next to Kento for lunch. "He spent the entire class chewing gum and popping those goddamn bubbles when the teacher wasn't looking, or saying something important that I couldn't concentrate on."

"He'll fail maths, that's for sure." Sayaka agrees and sits down opposite Shori, next to Yui.

"So will I." Kawaei groans, choosing the seat next to Sayaka and drops her head on her best friend's shoulder.

"Yes, Rina-chan, you will, if you keep looking at pretty boys instead of studying." Shori says with a hint of exasperation in his voice. "But that's not the point!"

Kento smiles, because Shori really is the mother of their group of friends, and he's the youngest.

"He's pretty!" Kawaei objects, pouting while her hair drapes over Sayaka's shoulder like a long curly curtain.

"Is it that Senga guy?" Yui asks casually while continuing to eat, but she exchanges a roll of eyes with Shori when Kawaei lets out a distracted sigh at the mention of her crush.

"It's difficult sitting next to her in class." Sayaka says matter-of-factly, and Kawaei doesn't even listen enough to protest.

"And I'd take that over him any day!" Shori is clearly still aggravated about their previous class, and the person who's placed next to him.

Kikuchi Fuma. One of those kids who live on acting cool, wearing their uniform wrong and sneaking cigarettes behind the gym at lunch, who smirks mischievously and lures in all the good girls with their bad boy aura. He's kind of a douchebag, wears his hair a little too long and keeps looking like everyone is lesser than him. And he seems to have made it his mission this year to bother Shori during classes.

"Before the teacher comes in, he sits with his shoes on the bench and asks me things." Shori continues to whine, and clearly it's more important to get this off his chest than to eat. "About me. Why? Like, what interest does he have with me besides making fun of me?"

"Maybe he wants to be your friend?" Sayaka suggests, but her smile says she's mocking him and Shori frowns.

"No, why would he want that? He's got his own friends." Shori still frowns, the irony clearly lost on him and Kawaei makes another hopeless sound.

Senga, the pretty boy with the curly hair, is one of Fuma's best friends, which makes Kawaei's crush even more hopeless. Or at least, very very unlikely to ever become something, since Fuma's friends are ridiculously loyal to him and his opinions about people.

And if there's one person Kikuchi Fuma hates, it's Kento.

He doesn't even know why or what he did to deserve it, it just seems like Fuma hated him from the first time he laid eyes on Kento. He remembers it clearly, how Fuma bumped his shoulder against Kento's almost as if on purpose when they walked past each other in the corridor. He remembers how Fuma turned to look over his shoulder, eyes cold as he gave Kento a long, almost despising look.

"Don't touch me." Fuma told him, and then continued walking, a couple friends trailing him, and Kento could only stand and stare in shock after him.

Back then, he didn't know Fuma's name, had never seen him before and he felt completely undeserving of that exchange. Since then, Fuma's just kept glaring at Kento whenever they see each other, and the occasional interaction is never pleasant. Normally, they don't interact at all, since Fuma is a grade under Kento and they have no friends in common, but Fuma still somehow manages to show up where Kento is.

For example now, when he's made himself a daily subject of conversation through harassing Shori.

"Maybe he likes you." Yui suggests with a grin that says she's only doing it for Shori's reaction.

His eyes widen and he sputters. "What!? He's a guy! An ugly, stupid guy!"

They all laugh at him until he realizes they're just playing with him and he barks at all of them to shut up and try sitting next to Kikuchi Fuma several hours a day.

 

~*~

 

"She was staring at you the whole class again." Fuma grins lazily as he picks at his food and looks up to see a certain expression.

As expected, Nikaido rolls his eyes and attacks his rice with a little more force as Senga looks up innocently. "The girl who kind of looks like Nika?"

"Yeah, that one." Fuma confirms. "She must really like you."

"I'm more worried about her math grades." Senga admits with a little concern in his voice.

"You're too nice Senga." Tomomi rolls her eyes but she smiles. "She's just a lovesick girl, she probably doesn't care about more than that your hair is extra fluffy today."

"... Fluffy good or fluffy bad?" Senga asks, a hand automatically raising to his hair.

Haruna laughs and Fuma just shakes his head.

"Good." Nikaido says simply and Senga inevitably calms down.

"Speaking of math grades, how're yours now that you're next to Little Genius?" Tomomi asks casually and looks at Fuma with a teasing look.

Fuma just glares at her, completely unimpressed. "Shut up."

Tomomi grins knowingly and keeps eating as Haruna picks up conversation. "Why are you on about him so much anyway? Hoping to get something juicy on Nakajima out of him?"

Luckily, Fuma's well trained in not blushing.

"He annoys me, that's all." He mutters, then returns to his food.

"I think he's pretty cute, for being so young." Haruna muses, and Nikaido snorts a laugh.

"You're only two years older, geez."

"Sorry, who are we talking about, who's cute?" Senga asks, having been lost in a mail on his phone for enough minutes to miss out.

"Sato, I think?" Fuma has to double check.

"Oh, yeah. That prude look does have something." Senga shrugs, then gives Nikaido's melon soda a long look. "Babe, can I have some of that?"

Nikaido hands it over without even looking, and Fuma has to hide his grin. Not even Nikaido's girlfriend gets to call him 'babe', but Nikaido accepts anything from Senga.

"Nakajima's really cute too." Haruna smiles, and even though Fuma knows she's teasing, he also knows that there's some truth in that statement.

And when the others agree, he can't quite keep the frown off his face.

 

~*~

 

"No, that's why I never manage to-" They're heading to their afternoon classes when there's suddenly a blushing girl standing before Kento in the corridor, and he trails off. "Hello?"

"Nakajima-kun." She says nervously, glancing around at his friends who all stopped as well. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, sure." Kento sends pointed looks around him, and his friends start walking again, even though Sayaka does something wavy with her hands mouthing "confession~" and Kawaei shrugs in a way that could only mean "she's not so bad", then they both grin.

Kento wants to roll his eyes at them, because really, these are someone's feelings and they're not something to make fun of no matter how often it happens, but figures he doesn't want the girl to see that so he refrains.

He turns to her, tilting his head as he tries to remember if he knows who she is. She looks kind of like any other girl he can't name, sweet, round face and dark bangs, a braid like a diadem on her head that he can see clearly as she hangs her head a little.

"Nakajima-kun... I... I made you this." She says, almost rushing as she holds out a small box with a silken ribbon wrapped around it, and he accepts it quietly, already pretty certain what it is. "I... I really like you."

She bites her lip and looks at the ground, and he does feel something, even though it's mostly that his heart hurts a little for her because he doesn't even know who she is.

"Thank you." He starts, then smiles a little when she looks up. "I'm not sure I can accept those feelings when I don't even know your name."

"Kojima Natsuki." She hurries to introduce herself, bowing.

"Hi." He says with a small smile, making sure he remembers her face because it would be so awkward if he doesn't. "I don't think I know you."

"No I... Sorry." She says apologetically, looking a bit like she might cry, and so Kento decides to at least give her a chance, because he wants to be fair.

"I could take you on a date?" He offers, and she immediately looks up, eyes wide with surprise. "To get to know you and see if I like you too."

She smiles, a cute smile that makes him feel like he made the right decision, and he takes her phone number and promises to text her when he doesn't have class in two minutes.

Just as she turns to leave, the smile on her face not hiding anything, Kento looks up as people pass in the corridor and accidentally looks straight into Kikuchi Fuma's eyes, which are cold and almost disgusted. They only look at each other for a second, since Fuma and his friends just walk past him, but it's enough to lower Kento's spirits considerably as he hurries to class, and he has no idea why that look bothers him so much.

"So what did she want?" Yui asks Kento as they leave their class to meet up with the three younger ones.

"She told me she likes me and gave me a present." Kento says, sighing a little.

"What's she, second this week?" Yui grins and Kento rolls his eyes. He doesn't want to think of it like that.

"Does it matter?" He mutters. "It feels rude to talk about them like a number."

"Kento-kun, this is exactly why they all fall head over heels for you when they don't even know you." Yui shakes her head like he's stupid. “Rumours wander and you're way too romantic."

"There's no such thing as too romantic." Kento tells her, frowning. "You should be a bit more romantic yourself."

It doesn't get better when they find the other three.

"So, Kojima Natsuki huh?" Is the first thing Kawaei says, grinning. "She's pretty cute, I've met her a couple times. Did you ask her out?"

"I usually do, right?" Kento replies, and Sayaka rolls her eyes just like Yui had, and he sighs. "What?"

"You have no obligation to?" Sayaka says. "Aren't you really bored of dates with girls you've never met before who just blushes and replies with stuff like 'whatever you like'? Maybe you should save your time, not to talk about money, for someone you like."

"It's nice of you all to care, but no, I think they should all have the same chance after they worked up enough courage to confess." Kento settles firmly and the girls all sigh like he's hopeless while Shori just looks at him with a mix of dejection and awe. "Besides, there's no one I like right now anyway, so who knows, I might like one of them."

"Well, it's easy to tell why they love you so much." Shori sighs as well before returning to his book.

 

~*~

 

"So tell me, what's the matter?" Haruna asks as she puts the lighter back in Fuma's pocket.

"What matter?" Fuma frowns, already halfway through his cigarette and tries to pretend like he has no idea what she's talking about.

"Look, even Nika can tell there's something, you've been moping for days." Haruna says, giving Fuma a knowing look from under brown bangs while exhaling smoke. "Senga's making theories."

"What, why?" Fuma asks with a little pain in his voice, knowing Senga probably has ideas worse than the real deal. Or would, if things could actually be worse than the real deal.

Haruna smiles. "Doesn't he always?"

Fuma shrugs, thinking that she has a point. Senga's the one they go to about sensitive stuff, and unfortunately he's taken it upon himself to be the group therapist, and hence knows them all a little too well. It's just a saving grace that he doesn't smoke or he'd probably know everything there is to know about Fuma.

"There's nothing." He says casually, hoping Haruna will let it go.

"I'm a girl, don't get passive with me, I know what it means." Haruna says calmly and Fuma grumbles.

"... You know who Kojima Natsuki is?" He mutters finally and Haruna rolls her eyes before shaking her head.

"Not someone related to me at least. Someone you like?"

"No." Fuma glares at her and Haruna laughs, setting the cigarette back to her lips as Fuma angrily finishes his own. "I don't like her at all actually."

"Oh? What's she done?" Haruna tilts her head in interest, leaning back against the wall.

"She's annoying." Fuma frowns, but he doesn't know what else to say to make his concerns about her even remotely mature.

"You sound like a girl." Haruna tells him, watching Fuma fumble to light a new cigarette.

"Shut up." Fuma mutters, already regretting he started saying anything at all and busies himself with his cigarette.

"... That's not very nice of you." Haruna says, but she looks so smug that Fuma doesn't regret it one bit. "It can't be... that you're jealous?"

Fuma turns to glare at her for real. "You're not fucking serious, what the hell for?"

Haruna just shrugs and stubs her cigarette, then walks past Fuma to get inside with that smug smile still on her face.

Fuma turns away, deciding to mope a little more and then shape up. It's not his fault he's not a plant or a rock or something and has feelings too. He hears the door open, and Haruna's surprised voice giving a little yelp, then a voice he'd unfortunately know anywhere.

"Oh my god sorry!"

Fuma turns, and sees Haruna sitting on the ground, looking mostly surprised as Nakajima Kento hurries to reach for her to help her up. It takes Fuma a few seconds to understand that they bumped into each other in the door, and by then Kento's already helped her to her feet and apologized three more times while his friends roll their eyes at him.

Fuma frowns, and takes the few steps forward to check on her. "Haruna-chan, you okay?"

"Sure." She says, brushing dirt from her skirt and gives him a look that is almost anticipation, and it just makes Fuma more irritated as he turns to look at Kento.

"Watch where you're going." He tells him, and Kento's expression immediately goes from that stupid concern to almost exasperation, his large dark eyes narrowing a little.

"I've already apologized." He says, seemingly uncertain how harsh he can let his tone be in front of the ladies since he keeps glancing at Haruna like he wishes for her to leave.

"Kento-kun, it's not worth it." Shori says from behind Kento, and Fuma sends him an unimpressed glare that Shori returns. This encounter is probably not going to make their bench-neighbours relationship any better, Fuma thinks.

For once though, Kento doesn't listen to his friends, but keeps looking steadily at Fuma with an expression Fuma's never seen on him before. Irritation. "I don't see why I have to apologize to you when I already have apologized to her."

Fuma opens his mouth to respond, but then there's a hurried voice from one of the girls. "Teacher!"

And suddenly Fuma realizes he has a cigarette in his hand and that Haruna and himself definitely smell like smoke, and as Kento turns to look towards the door, he does something he barely has time to think about. Pulls his cigarettes from his pocket and slips them into Kento's.

He's not sure why, but he knows he doesn't have time to get rid of his own evidence and he's not going down on his own. Kento could use some time off from his honour-student-piedestal.

He doesn't even have time to drop his cigarette before their gym teacher is in the doorway, sniffing in the air and immediately his eyes are drawn to the smoking stick in Fuma's hand.

“What's this Kikuchi-kun?” He asks, tone a little silky and Fuma just rolls his eyes while putting the cigarette out.

“Fine, give me detention and be over with it.” He mutters, and Kento gives him a weird glance that he just answers with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh should I?” Their teacher asks, patience very low with Fuma as usual. “Then who else should I give detention to just get it over with?”

Fuma notices Haruna shift beside him, and slowly speaks up. “Nakajima-kun.”

Kento turns and stares at him, gaping a little and he looks so horrified Fuma almost laughs. But he keeps his neutral face while their teacher's eyes narrow as he's not used to Fuma naming partners in crime.

“Nakajima-kun?” He asks, and Kento almost seems to cower before him.

“No no, sensei, I haven't, definitely not.” He assures, and Fuma makes a face at how desperate he sounds to defend himself.

Their teacher steps forward, sniffing in the air. “It sure smells like it. Empty your pockets.”

Fuma mentally high fives himself because Haruna's the one smelling but who would think that of her pretty face, and Kento's look of horror when he finds the pack of cigarettes in his pocket is priceless.

Their teacher crosses his arms when the pack sees light as Kento looks at it, completely bewildered, and he looks betrayed by one of his best students. “Well I guess there's detention waiting for you too later today then Nakajima-kun.”

Kento tries to protest, but falls silent after a stern look, and no one else dares saying anything, and their teacher leaves after a thorough sniffing in the direction of Kento's friends.

“See you later Nakajima-kun.” Fuma grins as he snatches his cigarettes back from Kento's open hand with a victorious gesture, then hurries inside with Haruna in tow, who just keeps staring at him with a mix of awe and something knowing.

“What?” Fuma asks when she doesn't stop wearing that expression after the first corridor.

“Nothing.” She makes an innocent face, then smiles again and continues ahead. “Have fun with Nakajima later.”

“... You could at least say thanks.” Fuma mutters, but he's happy she walks before him because he can't entirely stop his blush which he has no idea why it's there.

 

~*~

 

“Yeah, so I'm thinking themed cupcakes, lots of decorations, awesome costumes, lots of people...” Kawaei rambles on about the Halloween party she's hosting in a few weeks, and Sayaka and Yui happily chatter on about costume suggestions and recipes while Shori looks at them like he can't believe their energy.

“I hate costume parties.” He mutters to Kento as they head down the stairs inside. “Makes me feel like I'm five years old.”

Kento smiles even though his mood is anything but happy right now. “It's okay, grown up costume parties are an excuse to make out with people and then pretend you don't recognize them afterwards.”

Shori makes a face. “Iew, no thanks.”

Kento grins and pats Shori's shoulder. “Your hormones will wake up eventually too, then you'll realize how many girls there is who want to make out with you.”

“Cut it out, not everyone is as popular as you.” Shori rolls his eyes, but he doesn't sound too bothered. “Are you going home or heading somewhere? I'd like some coffee.”

Kento groans, slowing down as they're approaching the crossing corridor where he will have to turn. “No, I've got... Detention.”

The word tastes bad in his mouth and Shori's eyes widen in recognition before he nods compassionately. “Right, I completely forgot. I told you he's nothing but trouble, I hate him.”

“I genuinely feel like punching him.” Kento admits, stopping completely. The girls just continue on with their giggling.

“Don't do it though.” Shori advises with a small smile, before raising his hand. “ Good luck, I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah I'll try not to.” Kento sighs, then watches Shori leave for a few seconds before turning to head for the classroom he's assigned, wondering what detention's like because he's never had one before. And wouldn't have if it wasn't for Kikuchi Fuma.

When he opens the door, Fuma's already there, weighing on a chair with his feet on the desk and his arms crossed over his chest. Their teacher looks up when Kento steps inside, and gives him another look of disappointment that makes Kento want to smack Fuma straight in the face even more.

“Good, you're here. I expect you both to stay until 5.30. I have other business to attend to, but if either of you are not here when I return, I'll report you.” He says sternly, and Kento feels like a stone drops on his shoulders.

“What?” He asks weakly, because he's not being alone with Fuma for 2 hours.

“Behave. Shoes on the floor.” Their teacher orders, giving Fuma a glare that makes him raise an eyebrow but let his feet down on the ground, then leaves the room and closes the door firmly behind him, leaving the silence ringing in the room.

Fuma gives Kento a long look that is nothing but condescending and lazily sets his feet back on the desk, clearly intent on not doing any school work.

“Welcome to detention.” He smirks a little, and something snaps inside Kento because this is so unfair.

“What is your problem?!” He bursts out, voice louder than he expected, and clearly louder than Fuma expected as well since he looks a little surprised for a second. “What have I ever done to you!?”

Fuma shrugs carelessly and Kento's hands curl into fists. He's good at handling things normally. He's pretty patient. He could handle Fuma hating him for no reason from a distance, but he's so done with it when it actually interferes with his life.

“You're really stuck up, aren't you?” Fuma asks slowly, and the low drawl of his voice is almost as infuriating as what he's saying.

“You're a real douchebag, aren't you?” Kento counters, not bothering to act nice anymore.

Fuma chuckles, leaning back to weigh on the chair again. “I get that a lot. What do you hear a lot? That you're the perfect boy?”

Kento purses his lips in irritation, but he has a feeling Fuma's trying to make him loose it. “What?”

“Yeah, you know, 'Nakajima-kun is so pretty and he's so smart and he's so nice and just perfect'.” Fuma imitates a ridiculous girl voice and waves his hands a little at the last word, and Kento has to take a deep breath to hold his calm.

“So you hate me because you're jealous?” He asks, thinking that he's not going to let Fuma step all over him like this without fighting back.

Fuma actually laughs, then slowly stands up and heads to the window, opening it the tiny bit it can be opened. “Yeah, I'm really jealous of you. Wish I had straight A's and clever friends and cute little girls coming up to confess to me with home made chocolate.”

His tone is so patronizing that Kento feels like punching him even more but he forces himself to keep this verbal. “Then what have I done?”

Fuma digs around in his pockets without answering for a moment, then pulls out the cigarettes Kento had in his hand earlier today along with a lighter.

“... You're not seriously doing that here are you?” Kento has to ask, because shit it's going to smell and they'll be reported and there goes his chance of getting into a good university.

Fuma rolls his eyes and places a cigarette between his lips. “See, that's the thing. You're so good and obedient and people like you piss me off so bad. Thinking you're better than everyone just because you do what people tell you. Have you ever broken a rule or done something forbidden?”

Kento is almost inclined to tell him that in fact yes he has and is about to give him a list, but then figures it's none of Fuma's goddamn business. “Yeah, but think what you want.”

Fuma lights his cigarette and Kento watches miserably, thinking that it might be his future Fuma's turning into smoke. But the teacher has to believe him, right? It's his words against Fuma's and they can't have lost faith in him just like that. Maybe the smell even has time to go away within two hours.

“You want one?” Fuma offers mockingly, supposedly noticing his facial expression and Kento lifts his eyes to glare at Fuma instead. “Might as well do what you're already punished for.”

The smell of smoke slowly curls through the air and Kento makes a face because that smells gross, and apparently it answers Fuma's question.

“See? Such a good boy.” Fuma says, but he meets Kento's glare and he's such an asshole.

“I seriously feel like punching you.” Kento tells him firmly before he can filter things between his brain and mouth, and one of Fuma's eyebrows shoot up as Kento steps closer, barely a metre between them.

“Yeah?” He grins, and Kento has a feeling this is exactly what Fuma wanted but he's too riled up to really care.

“Yeah.” He confirms instead, standing his ground now that he said it.

“Go ahead, do it, I'd love to see that.” Fuma keeps grinning and holds his cigarette towards the window as he seemingly waits.

Kento wants to, he really does, but then the idea of actually doing it for real feels really uncomfortable. He doesn't even know how to hit someone, and he couldn't deal with the consequences of actually physically hurting someone.

Fuma clearly sees his resolve crumble and gives him another annoyed glare, before sucking a breath from his cigarette.

“I knew you couldn't do it.” He says, breathing out smoke straight in Kento's face while he speaks, and Kento is pretty sure he'll change his mind about that punch rather soon.

 

~*~

 

“So what are your plans for Halloween?” Haruna asks while looking at her phone during lunch the next day.

Fuma's busy tearing pieces of his last homework paper to make paper planes with Nikaido so they don't really pay her any attention, but Senga pouts.

“Nothing yet, we should get plans.” He says, giving Fuma and Nikaido a pointed glance.

“I might have plans with a few girl friends, but nothing settled yet.” Tomomi shrugs, lazily turning a page in her porn/fashion magazine that Nikaido keeps questioning her reading in public, but she just defends herself with that the idol boys are hot naked.

“Because I think I just got a plan for us.” Haruna explains, still reading on her phone. “This Kawaei-girl, the one who keeps staring at Senga during class, she's hosting a party and I'm invited and asked to bring my friends.”

“She just wants to get into Kenpi's pants, doesn't sound like that much fun.” Nikaido mutters and accidentally or not tears his paper plane apart.

Fuma doesn't say anything, instead waits for the others.

“Who else are going?” Senga asks, ignoring both of their comments about him in favour of finding out details of the party.

“Looks like everyone is.” Haruna says, probably scrolling through an attendee list on Facebook.

“Did Yui-chan invite you?” Tomomi asks, attention still with her magazine.

“Yeah. Long story short, we're very invited.” Haruna confirms, then looks up from her phone. “Costume competition, games, and we bring our own drinks.”

“Sounds good.” Tomomi says, then looks up with a grin and Fuma wants to slap her a little. “I'd go just to watch Team Nakajima drunk. Bet Sato's a sappy one.”

“Bet Sato's not drinking at all.” Fuma tells her. “He'd probably make a face and say something about how alcohol molecules interact with your cells.”

Tomomi laughs while Haruna grins and Senga calls him mean.

“... Is alcohol a molecule? Isn't it a liquid?” Nikaido asks seriously, frowning, and everyone just laughs at him good-naturedly until Senga carefully explains things to Nikaido while the girls start discussing their costumes. Fuma joins their conversation and tries not to feel too excited about the party.

 

~*~

TBC

Next: Chapter 2