College Drama. ( Nobita X Dekisugi ) 1

The city hadn’t changed much. Eight years… and yet the same street corners, the scent of bakery bread, the sound of bicycle bells. All of it came rushing back the moment he stepped off the train. Dekisugi adjusted the strap of his leather bag on his shoulder. His polished shoes clicked softly against the pavement as he walked toward the college gates. His heart beat a little faster, not because it was his first day at college — but because of something, someone, else

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

It’s been eight years… I wonder if you still remembers me. Nobita.

He’d only been ten when they moved to Europe. His father’s job demanded it. At first, it was exciting — new countries, new languages. But all through it, a boy with messy black hair and a clumsy smile haunted his memories like sunlight through closed windows. Dekisugi sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair back from his forehead. His uniform was neatly pressed, of course — cream blazer, navy slacks. He was always the well-put-together one. He glanced down at his watch. *7:58 AM.*

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

College begins at 8:10. I have time.

And then—**bam!** A body slammed into him from the side, knocking the books from his hand.

...anyone...

Ah—! Sorry, sorry!

The boy didn’t even stop. He dashed off, backpack bouncing, racing toward the college gate. Dekisugi blinked in surprise, crouching to pick up his scattered books. He caught a glimpse of the boy's silhouette from behind — tall, maybe around 175 cm, hair slightly tousled, uniform a little loose. There was something familiar about that hurried apology, the awkward run… He stared after him.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

…Was that…?

He never got to finish the thought. **WHACK.** A rubber ball came flying across the college grounds — out of nowhere — and smacked him square on the temple. Everything tilted sideways.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

💭Oh no… not again…

Darkness.

A soft beeping. The faint scent of antiseptic. Something warm was draped over his forehead — a cold pack. Dekisugi groaned softly and opened his eyes. White ceiling. Pale curtains. A quiet fan spinning in the corner. And someone was sitting next to him — on a small wooden stool, arms crossed, clearly bored out of his mind. The boy noticed him stirring.

...anyone...

Oh! You’re awake. Finally.

Dekisugi blinked, squinting at the boy’s sharp features and distinct hairstyle. Tall spikes, expensive watch, cocky grin. His shirt collar was unbuttoned casually. He looked like the type to own a sports car by second year.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

What… happened?

Suneo

You got knocked out. Some idiot kicked a football too hard during morning practice. You took the hit. Clean KO. Like a movie.

Dekisugi winced as he sat up slowly. His head throbbed.

Suneo

Name’s Suneo. First-year. Business major. You?

Suneo

Dekisugi hesitated, rubbing his temple before replying.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

…Dekisugi Hidetoshi. First-year as well. Literature.

Suneo’s eyes widened, and he leaned in suddenly, squinting.

Suneo

Wait. Dekisugi? As in— *Dekisugi Dekisugi?* From Nobita’s old class?!

Dekisugi tilted his head.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

You know Nobita?

Suneo

Know him? We went to the same junior high and high school after you left. Sometimes while being drunk He never shuts up about how smart you were.

A warmth rushed through Dekisugi’s chest. He looked down, trying to hide the involuntary smile tugging at his lips.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

…He still remembers me?

Suneo snorted.

Suneo

Oh, absolutely. Nobita would get so dramatic every time we had an drink . ‘Dekisugi would’ve done this better. Dekisugi wouldn’t forget formulas. Dekisugi wouldn’t fall asleep in class.' *(mocking voice)*

Dekisugi laughed softly — and then winced. His head still ached.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

Good to know I became a standard.

Suneo stood up, stretching.

Suneo

Well, you’re gonna see him soon anyway. You’re in Humanities, right? He’s in the same building.

Dekisugi’s heart skipped. He was finally here. In the same city. The same school. With the boy he hadn’t been able to forget.

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

💭I wonder what he’s like now… Eight years is a long time. Has he changed? Has he grown taller?

Dekisugi Hidetoshi

💭…Does he still smile like he used to?

Suneo

C’mon, Dekisugi. I’ll show you the way to the main hall. You look like you might faint again if left unsupervised.

Dekisugi rolled his eyes but followed, clutching his bag. He didn’t know what lay ahead — but the thought of seeing Nobita again made his fingers tremble with anticipation. And he hadn’t even realized… The boy who bumped into him earlier — was the very boy he came back for.