[Half of what comes out of Shuichi's mouth when Ouma is around is just sighing. He foesn't even bother arguing the cuck kink, because that's just what Ouma wants.

At the very least, even if everything that came before was somehow fake, it prepared him for dealing with this fucker.]

I--

[agshdjs think fast. Surely he has learned something from Ouma after all this time? Saying anything tangible could shoot him in the foot if Ouma decides to be a pest and sticks around, so...]

...I had something I wanted to ask Akamatsu-san, but now probably isn't the best time.

["Hey, are you sure you don't remember being here before and dying and having sex with me in some weird BDSM city?"

Yeah, that'd go over great.

Shuichi finally lets go of the door handle, self-consciously fiddling with his bangs before turning around. And of course Ouma is right there, so just...trying to step around him without looking too obviously avoidant.]

I'll just look for her later.