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[ Ouma doesn't quite understand why Saihara would choose to hang out with him of all people, but it's not like he's going to complain about it -- it's not boring, and he likes hanging out with Saihara, anyway. Not that he'd ever straight up admit as much.

Right now, Ouma's preoccupying himself with one of the casino games, seemingly pretty into it if his reaction speed is anything to go by. It doesn't take him long to wrap up whatever round he's on, and he dusts his hands off as soon as he's finished, looking fairly pleased. ]

Wow! Another win? Yep, this proves it -- my luck must be super good today!

[ He's going to turn to look over at Saihara and whatever game he'd chosen, absently thinking that part of that good fortune includes getting so much frivolous time uninterrupted here, especially given the present circumstances. ]

What about you, Saihara-chan? How many coins do you have--?

[ He's going to try peeking over closer to see how Saihara's faring. Is he sucking or nah?? ]

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[ Ouma shrugs, sitting up a little more again to give Shuichi some room. He glances at the bed, noticing his scarf first and foremost. He's going to go ahead and grab that, although he's distracted by Shuichi's sudden exclamation.

Ouma blinks for a second, then realizes what he's talking about and only ends up looking kind of amused about it. Oh, yeah. ]

Ah-haha, I suuure did! I'm such a ditz, I totally forgot... At least it's yours?

[ That makes it better, right??

Sorry, Shuichi. ]

Too bad you didn't bring your hat.

[The sour glance he shoots Ouma suggests that no, it does not make it better.

Sitting up kinda brings the entirety of the situation into focus again. It was easier to tune it all out while on his back and otherwise occupied. The bed, the tacky love hotel room. Ouma sitting across from him grabbing the scarf to conveniently cover up the faint red spots where Shuichi had been nipping at him. Everything they'd just been doing. Jesus christ, his first kiss ended with jizz in his hair. He has entirely lost control of his life.

Shuichi frowns down at the bedspread, tentatively feeling out the mess at the back of his head to gauge how noticeable it might be.]

I guess...it'd be more suspicious if I suddenly was wearing it again without explanation.

[It's an awkward attempt at optimism, or maybe at basic conversation. At least Ouma's teasing and talking to him like normal? It's not ideal -- fuck, he's not sure what "ideal" would even be -- but he think he'd be way more unhappy if Ouma was just ignoring him or something.

Just as awkwardly, he follows Ouma's lead and just leans over to grab his belt from the edge of the bed where Ouma presumably tossed it earlier. It's cool. He's cool.]

I think you look better without it, anyway.

[ The convenient thing about lying so much is that he can tell the truth here and there and still leave an air of doubt over whether it's really true. He takes pride and confidence in being mostly inexplicable.

Ouma starts wrapping his scarf around his neck and tying it, assuming it'll just cover everything. It's too bad he can't see what Shuichi's done to him very well, but he can...check that later...

Less out of concern and more out of interest.

He glances at Shuichi in the middle of tying his scarf, tilting his head as he tries assessing how noticable the cum is in the other's hair now that it's been effectively brought to his attention.

He grins mischievously, which means he probably shouldn't say whatever he's going to say next, and yet... ]

But I haven't decided yet if I like this new look on you or not.

[ Needs further investigation. ]

[It doesn't feel...that noticeable, at least. Between the cum and Ouma's hands and rubbing against the bedspread, his hair feels matted and nasty, but at least the cum seems kinda...worked in? It's gross as hell to think about, but it's probably not immediately identifiable. Tolerable enough for a walk back to the dorms where he will immediately jump in the shower.

Trying to finger-comb out the worst of the matted mess, he closes his eyes and lets out a slow, calming breath. It's as much a fight against exasperation as it is against embarassment. That he succeeds with only mild flushing is a victory in his eyes.]

Don't get too attached. I'm taking a shower as soon as I'm back in my room.

[There is a bath here. But if his options are speed-walking back to his room and risking bumping into someone like this, or stripping down completely in a room like this with Ouma still present...ugh. God. He doesn't want to linger here longer than necessary. It seems like it'd be just tempting fate.]

[ Ouma seems amused by that response, still smiling as he finishes up with arranging his scarf back properly. ]

Aw, too bad. I'm like, super hopelessly attached now!

[ Is he even talking about the cum? Is he even being serious? Who knows.

Ouma moves to find and grab his own belt at this point, working on putting that back on next. ]

Do you want me to wait a little while after you before leaving?

[ Ouma offers, realizing how sus this entire situation is...but he also wants to gauge Shuichi's answer to that, so his tone is partially curious. ]

[It feels like a dismissal. And it stings, but he supposes he shouldn't be surprised. It was all just a game, after all. Of course Ouma gets bored once the game is over.

Shuichi turns away to sit on the edge of the bed while he bets his belt back on and muses over that. Would it look weirder for them to leave separately on the off chance anyone saw them go in together? It seems beyond unlikely. Still, the edge of unhappiness remains. Is he just worried or is it this whole situation? His back facing Ouma is stiff, but at least it doesn't tive away as much of his internal conflict as his face probably would.]

...Yeah, that's a good idea.

[Ugh. They barely even looked around the room, but that need to be thorough has vanished entirely. There's no way there's anything important here. This is as much Monokuma's game as it is Ouma's.

That's an unpleasant thought.]

[ Ouma finishes with his belt, slapping his hands down on the bed in a mock expression of poutiness as he faces Shuichi's back that's now turned toward him, his own knees still on the bed. ]

Huuuuh? Do you not wanna be seen with me, or something?! So cold...

[ He whines, even though he's the one that definitely offered the option. ]

But it's probably safest this way. What if this got turned into a motive, or something? ...Hey, you wouldn't kill to keep this secret, right Saihara-chan?

[ His tone turns slightly more hushed as he inquires this, eyeing the other down inquisitively. ]

[That at least gets Shuichi to look back at Ouma for a moment, bewildered.]

E-eh?! Of course not! I wouldn't kill for any reason!

[Surely Ouma knows that by now. This is just more teasing. He doesn't know what he'd do if the others did find out about this -- die of embarassment, maybe -- but of course he can't even imagine hurting anyone over it.

As much as he's with Kaito in wanting everyone to believe and trust in each other, he doesn't doubt that there are quiet doubts and fears in the group. But he wants to think no one could be worried about him in that way by now.]

Good to know! Cumstains will wash out with some elbow grease, but bloodstains are a little harder to deal with.

[ As he's saying this nonsense, he'll move to drop his legs off the edge of the bed, sitting next to Shuichi.

He's more pleased than concerned that this happened, because if he takes his stupid crush feelings out of the equation, this could potentially come in handy. Not that he particularly wants to take his stupid crush feelings and shove them out of the way, but the game comes first.

The killing game, of course. Even if he might kind of like this side game... ]

So now we have a scandalous secret, Saihara-chan! Don't tell anyone, okay? I really feel like I can trust you, so I'll get mad if you do! Then who knows what will happen...

[Ugh. Of course Ouma would be so blunt about it. Shuichi grimaces, trying and failing at not looking a bit uncomfortable as Ouma sits next to him. How is he supposed to act? Is he supposed to just go on like nothing happened?

He'd like to believe Ouma trusts him. Hell, he'd like to beieve Ouma trusts anyone in here. It just seems too lonely not to. But he can't just take a statement like that at face value, not from Ouma, particularly not when he's acting like this. It's just teasing, or an attempt at a guilt trip. Not that such a thing is even necessary. Shuichi frowns, glancing away with a faint blush.]

Of course I won't...

[He wouldn't kiss and tell in the most traditional and chaste situations. Like hell could he tell anyone about this. His heart would probably stop from sheer embarassment.]

[ Ouma's expression is more leveled as he waits for Shuichi's response, not even bothering to tease him about how uncomfortable and flustered he's coming across right now. Even if part of him knows it'd be all too easy.

He will, however, break into a bright smile at Shuichi's response. It's sincerity is doubtful, but it's an expression he's so used to putting on his face that even he isn't sure if he's feigning it half the time.

There's a lot here that pleases him as much as it sends his brain into a spiral of hypotheticals and anticipation for how this is going to all play out. At least it shouldn't be boring. ]

Then we're good!

[ Ouma throws his hands out in front of him slightly, as if to celebrate the fact.

Although after a beat, his expression suddenly turns more thoughtful, as if he'd just remembered something he'd forgotten -- he even brings a finger up to his lips. ]

-- Ah, well there was one other thing.

[That was easily the most ominous thing you could have said, Ouma. Despite the smile, Shuichi instantly looks a little uneasy, shooting Ouma a searching sideways look and trying his damn best to not be completely rude. It's definitely rude to look and sound crazy suspicious of someone after letting them grab your dick, isn't it? If he can trust someone enough for that, then...]

What other thing?

[Okay, so he can't be blamed for sounding just slightly suspicious.]

Relax... It's nothing bad.

[ At least he doesn't think so. Maybe it is, considering how everything ended up, but it's not like Ouma particularly regrets anything right now. Sure, he'll be overthinking this for a while, but it was also really fun.

So much so that he's going to feel totally unsatisfied leaving things so serious, unless... ]

I just want one more.

[ That finger he had brought to his lips in an initially thoughtful manner now taps his own bottom lip a few times in demonstration. He doesn't think he needs to clarify any further than that, really. Although he will whine a bit for it -- maybe so Shuichi doesn't take his intentions too seriously, even though he definitely wants it and is making that much clear: ]

You know, before you leave me here aaall by myself, completely hung and dry! Pretty please?

One more...

[He stares at Ouma for a long moment, uncomprehending. He doesn't need more clarification, it just kinda takes a second to process and make sense of. But at least the moment when he does catch on is obvious and probably fairly entertaining. His brows, knitted together in thought, suddenly arch up, and his mouth opens slightly in somethting like disbelief.]

Oh. I'm not...I mean, uh...

[He wants to protest that he's not just ditching Ouma, but...he is, kinda? But Ouma just suggested he should. He'd be more flustered and frustrated if not for the fact that it's Ouma and such a reaction is probaby what was intended in the first place. Shuichi bites back a sigh, closing his mouth before his can stick his foot in it.

It's not like he's against it, anyway.

But goddamn. He hesitates just a bit too long, hyper-aware of how obvious his own hesitation is and unable to keep his eyes from drifting down to Ouma's mouth. This was easy enough just like, what, ten minutes ago? He didn't even need to think about it. But he can't help but feel somehow self-conscious just sitting here, fully dressed and thinking clearly. Like it could be a prank and Ouma will laugh at him if he actually goes for it. Or it isn' and Ouma's expecting something from him that he won't deliver.

He's probably overthinking this.

That doesn't make his heart calm down any or his face less pink.

Drawing a breath and hoping it isn't horribly obvious how he needs to steel himself, he leans in to press a kiss to Ouma's lips, chaste and soft.]

[ His face is even as he waits expectantly, blinking at Shuichi's hesitating and dropping his hand down to rest it in his own lap. He genuinely wonders if Shuichi's going to go for it, although he supposes it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't...not after all the trouble and doubt Ouma's caused him. Stuff he won't apologize for. In fact, it's probably better if he ends up pushing Shuichi away further.

Even if he wants to get closer simultaneously. Hm.

Ouma kicks his feet lightly, almost impatiently as he keeps his eyes on Shuichi.

-- But then Shuichi draws his breath, and he does end up going for it. It makes Ouma's heart skip a beat as he feels immensely pleased about it. He pushes back into it in reciprocation just enough that Shuichi knows he really wanted it, and the corners of Ouma's mouth turn up in the middle of the kiss -- he's definitely wearing a smile again as they separate.

That's better. ]

Nee-heehee... See? That wasn't bad at all, right?

[ Ouma moves his arms back behind him slightly, placing his palms flat against the mattress as he leans on them in a more relaxed way.

He probably looks akin to a satisfied cat right now -- but he essentially is. ]

Now I can easily get my beauty sleep tonight just from knowing that Saihara-chan is such a proper guy!

[ Absolutely nothing about this situation was proper but go off, Ouma. ]

[There's a not-insignificant part of him that's kinda horrified by how improper this whole thing has been. He never would have thought himself the type to get into anything like this without like, a few dates first. Dinner, at the very least. Even if Ouma had instigated everythingand serms perfectly content right now, Shuichi still can't help but feel almost like he's taken advantage somehow.

It's a pretty irrational worry, he knows.

Shuichi's stare lingers on Ouma's face for a few seconds, trying to read whatever sentiment he can in that smile. But then he tears his gaze away and makes himself stand up before he can get caught in any additional nonsense.]

I guess I'll just...head out then.

[Ouma had basically told him to, right? This isn't a huge dick move, right???]

[ Listen, they had a few rock-paper-scissors and tea breaks, they are the poster children for good dates and build-up. And what's more romantic than stabbing yourself in the hand with a knife?

Ouma starts kicking his feet from where he's sitting on the bed as Shuichi gets up, feeling a little restless but not moving from his spot. ]

O-kay! I'll see you later, Saihara-chan!

[ Ouma calls after him, sounding pretty cheery.

There is a part of him that feels a little let down, even though he flat-out told Shuichi to leave and prefers, logically, that it ends like this. So he's going to let it.

But man, it would've been nice to be able to spend the night with him or something like that. Isn't that how these things usually go...? Ouma doesn't know. He's glad he even got this much.

So this is fine.

Once Shuichi leaves, he'll fall backwards, stretching out his arms and letting his torso hit the mattress unceremoniously so he can lie on the bed. He'll listlessly stare at that tacky, tacky chandelier for a while as he's lost in his own head -- as he always is. ]

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