I'm Your Favorite (Souji Okita, SSL)

"Hey Okita, do you have- What the hell is that?" I stared at my classmate. Souji Okita would do some weird things from time to time, but this was a little beyond just 'weird.'


He was currently dressed in some strange costume. And not just any costume, some sort of creature that was actually sort of cute. "Don't tell me you don't recognize your favorite Pokemon?"


If he thought that whatever he was, was my favorite Pokemon, then he was dead wrong. "I thought the little mishap with Saito proved I liked Pikachu?" I scowled at Okita, remembering what I'd had to go through to make him get rid of the picture he'd taken when Saito had fallen on top of me.


Okita pouted. "No, you like me better."


"Oh really?" I ask, sarcastically. "And just what are you supposed to be?"


Okita frowned. "Don't tell me you don't know of the epic amazingness that is Zoroark?" He struck a powerful-looking pose, showing off his cosplay.


While I may not have been familiar with this Zoroark Pokemon, it did suit Okita quite well. He had a powerful sort of appearance, but it was cute at the same time.


A chill ran down my spine. I just called Okita cute... What the hell is wrong with me?!? Okay, it may have just been in my head, but that still didn't mean I was okay with thinking it!


He seemed to notice my distress at the disturbing thought and a smirk quickly found its way onto his face. "You're not thinking naughty thoughts about me now, are you?" he teased, clearly trying to get to me. But I wasn't going to let him this time.


"Who would ever want to?" I hissed, trying to walk away. But when Okita pushed me against the wall, I realized he had other plans.


He leaned in close to my ear. "You know you like me," he whispered. I couldn't quite see his face, but I knew that devilish smirk of his was there. "I'm you're favorite, after all."


Slowly he backed away, that damned smirk still on his face. Annoyed, I punched him on the arm. "I hate you!" I hissed before starting to walk away.


"Love you too," he said, that teasing voice of his only annoying me further and earning him another, harder punch. "You hit like a girl."


That set it over the edge. As much as I liked Okita, he always knew just how to get on my nerves. In a flash, I was ready to make sure he regretted messing with me. Never in my life was I going to admit to him that I'd ever had such a thought about someone as infuriating (and gorgeous) as he was.



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