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[ Welcome to hell! Welcome to hell!
Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.
So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.
Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.
But not unsurprising, he supposes.
He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.
He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...
The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]
Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.
So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.
Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.
But not unsurprising, he supposes.
He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.
He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...
The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]

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Hey, hey, what's wrong? Don't tell me you're feeling embarrassed now? Just like I said...
[ Ouma moves his hands at this point, dropping the bottle of bubble bath outside the tub as he moves his other hand to grip the edge of the tub, scooting himself even closer so that his bare thigh ends up against Shuichi.
His other hand that isn't gripping the tub's edge will end up making a casual reach over so that he can gently ghost his fingers along Shuichi's abdomen, where there's surely some dried cum at this point. ]
...It's your fault I'm like this, you know.
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Jesus, is this flirting? Or is Ouma just teasing him? Or is this an extension of what they were doing before? The latter would be almost comforting, in a way -- maybe he'd better know what to do if this was definitely a sex thing, since that's now (bizarrely enough) somewhat familiar territory -- but it would also mean Ouma is ready to go again for the third time already, and if that's what this means then maybe Shuichi signed himself up for something more intense than he can actually handle.
Is he overthinking this? He doesn't think so, but it's probably not a good time to delay so long in responding, not when Ouma's feeling up his stomach like that and clearly looking for some kind of reaction.
But he really doesn't have words to respond to that.
So after a few beats he draws a steadying breath and continues as he was before with trying to wipe some of the bubble bath off his neck and head, and once he's got a good handful of it, he very maturely uses the same hand to abruptly and roughly ruffle Ouma's hair.]
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...But then he gets it, and it's definitely a little more than he had bargained for. He closes his eyes all of a sudden and makes a surprised sound, letting go of Shuichi as he instinctively tries to make a little distance between them with Shuichi's hand on his head all of a sudden.
Full of viscous bubble bath.
Fantastic. ]
Ugh, seriously?!
[ Ouma groans, like he hadn't just dumped the stuff on Shuichi's own head. But that's different, clearly.
Here comes the (very feigned, very dramatic) waterworks in response, and Ouma even rubs his eyes slighty. ]
You're so meaaaan!!
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Just get in the bath.
[At least it's just bubble bath. It can be rinsed off in the tub without soiling the bathwater entirely.
And on that note, Shuichi should...probably do the same. He's a bit tense, but turned away for a moment as if he was double checking that there are towels first, he finally bites the bullet and shrugs his top off.
But when his hand goes to the waistband of his pants he hesitates, pink visible even in his neck and shoulders. Jesus. He probably can't ask Ouma to just not look, huh? Not only is Ouma probably unlikely to do him that favor, even he knows it's kind of a ridiculous request after Ouma was just bouncing on his dick.]
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Fine. But you're washing this out for me!
[ He demands this before gripping the edge of the tub again, lowering himself into the bath easily enough. He sighs in an almost content way at the water's temperature against him, thinking it feels pretty damn good after...everything...
He glances over at Shuichi, raising a brow at the other still having his pants on right now. Jesus. ]
What's the hold up?
[ A beat, and then he's grinning again. ]
I've already seen it, y'know...
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I-I know.
[Ugh. How obvious can he be? He can practically feel Ouma's grin on his back, shoulders hunching a little like it's a tangible sensation.
Drawing a breath, Shuichi steels himself and hurriedly shucks off his pants and boxers before turning back and climbing immediately into the bath. Thank god for bubble bath, it's at least enough cover to make him feel a little less exposed. That would probably be too much for him on top of the things he hadn't even been thinking about, like Ouma's bare legs bumping up against his own in the too-small tub, or the spots of redness on Ouma's neck when he actually lets himself finally peek up at the other boy.]
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[ But oh good.
Ouma's quickly pleased as soon as he has Shuichi in the bath with him, and he'll scoot a little closer to Shuichi just because he can. And also because Shuichi owes him here, okay (or at least, that's what Ouma's decided). Ouma's not shy at all about moving his hands down in the water to grab Shuichi's thighs to steady himself against as he practically moves back into Shuichi's lap here. ]
Did I screw the detective stupid?
[ He inquires jokingly, taking one of his hands off Shuichi's thigh to rake his wet fingers through his own hair, prompted by the warmth of the bath to push a good bit out of his face in the process. ]
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At least the hot water means he has a decent excuse for his flushing when he suddenly has Ouma all up in his business, a hand on his bare thigh. Shuichi glances up at Ouma, fighting off the urge to avert his eyes again. They're at least somewhat covered like this, the bubbles providing a layer of modesty, and he can try not to think about Ouma's hand on him and its proximity to his groin under the water. He only has to face the mischievious intensity of Ouma's gaze and the splotchy bits of redness he made himself.
He can do this. Glancing away only briefly, he sets his jaw, grasping for that sense of exasperation under all the embarrassment and uncertainty.]
Do you want me to wash your hair or not?
[Frowning a little, he busies himself by scooping water in his hands to pour over his head, trying to rinse out the bubble bath somewhat. The brief opportunities to close his eyes and duck his head are a welcome reprieve from trying to play it cool.]
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It's totally unfair that Shuichi's washing his own hair out first too, and Ouma frowns before inching closer to him, letting his legs bump against Shuichi's more like he isn't even bothered by it. ]
Yeah, duh. What else would I want you to do? Check me out while I bathe?
[ He says it sarcastically, but as if that would even be a likelihood given by how much Shuichi's glancing away and averting his eyes like they hadn't just fucked or something.
But that's why Ouma mentions it, of course. ]
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Most people don't gives others a hard time when they're asking for a favor.
[Very pointed, as he ducks his head again to scoop more water over his own head.]
I could just leave you to wash it yourself.
[Which, by the way, is hard right now because goddammit, bubble bath just turns to foam if you scrub at it. And hand scooping water isn't cery efficent, but the tub isn't exactly made for more than one person so he doesn't really have the room to scoot down and submerge his head...]
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[ Ouma scoffs, like he's the one being wronged here or insulted or something. He's not like other girls, Shuichi!! But he suddenly perks up after a moment of this contrariness, leaning forward in the water slightly with a grin, which causes a bit of a slosh against the walls of the tub. ]
-- Okay, how about this? I wash yours for you in exchange! Poof, no more favors here!
[ He doesn't really even wait for an answer from Shuichi before placing a hand on Shuichi's shoulder and yet again getting closer to him, using his other hand to swat Shuichi's away like he's taking over here. ]
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Not that he'll complain about not having to use any of that. This is definitely easier.
His shoulder slump a little, and some of the hardness eases out of his face, either wavering as Ouma gets right up in his personal bubble like that, basically sitting between his legs, or just taking what little cooperation he can get and giving in. He sighs, letting Ouma nudge his hand away from his hair.]
Fine. That's fair.
[Y u p. Fair and cooperative and he is definitely focusing on that and not Ouma's face and neck so directly in front of him he can't look anywhere else without it being very obvious. It's not the closest they've been by any means, but it still feels intimate as hell somehow. Is thatcreepy of him to think? He's done open baths with his family before and had someone else wash his hair and stuff, there's nothing inherently suggestive about it. No, it's Ouma's fault if his brain is going weird directions here, he's the one bringing up bedroom shit and he instigated everything anyway...
Lips pressing together in an attempt at unphasedness that just ends up looking awkward, he hoverhands for a few seconds, unsure where to put them and eventually settling on a faint grip at Ouma's sides just above the waterline.]
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Ouma grins happily at the sudden complacency Shuichi gives him over this, moving his other hand from Shuichi's shoulder so that he can begin mussing his wet fingers through Shuichi's hair. It definitely starts a lather, but it'll be easier to wash off that way, Ouma figures. Plus, Shuichi's hair will be all nice and clean -- not that Ouma's gotten cum in it this time, at least.
He's kind of taking his sweet time with this, dragging his fingers along Shuichi's scalp gently and a bit gratuitously, almost giving him massaging motions alongside Shuichi's temples here and there. He's also a little too aware of how awkward Shuichi's been this entire time, and the way Shuichi's hands lightly hold at his sides serve as a consistent reminder, so of course he's not going to wash Shuichi's hair quietly here. ]
Feel free to check me out as much as you like -- just for you, I won't even get anything in your eyes!
[ Bringing that up again... Is this even a trustworthy statement?
He's clearly teasing Shuichi further here, though. He can't help it with Shuichi acting like this!! Plus, Ouma's just a little too sharp to not have caught on that Shuichi tends to look at him a lot during sex while getting flustered about looking at him outside of it. Just look at him all the time, Shuichi!! ]
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Shuichi's not sure what he expected, really. Not this thorough and soothing scalp massage. But maybe he should have. For someone who makes such a big show of being a selfish evil Supreme Leader, Ouma's proven to be surprisingly considerate, gentle when needed and too attentive for the "selfish" part to be entirely believeable. His fingers feel very nice, and between that attention and the hot water the tension does slowly leak out of him. His eye drift shut and he sighs softly, head dipping forward a little and hands settling a bit more firmly against Ouma's ribs.
Hell, even Ouma's normal teasing seems a little less aggravating and embarassing like this. Shuichi's mouth twists a little in mild exasperation, but he doesn't even look up to respond.]
I'm not checking you out...
[There's no real scolding in it anymore, the harsher edges all blunted and smoothed down. A good fucking followed by a hot bath and a massage can do that.]
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He moves his hands more toward the back of Shuichi's head to work on him there a bit, giving extra attention to the small dip at the base of his skull near the nape of his neck -- it's because it's too easy to forget about the softer, shorter hair back there and not because Ouma is curious about whether or not Shuichi might like having that spot massaged a bit. Totally.
He's having fun with this for some reason, especially with the nice reaction of Shuichi relaxing to it so well -- it's probably akin to scritching a puppy's ears and watching them melt, and that image only serves to amuse Ouma further.
Still, at that comment, he bothers to put on a mock-pouting tone, even if it just ends up sounding really fake: ]
Ehhh? You don't like me naked or something? Is that why you won't look at me?!
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...I like you fine naked or dressed, okay?
[How can he explain the nonsense of his brain properly? It's not that he doesn't appreciate good sexy shit, just...he can't separate that from the person when he knows that person, and it feels weird to ogle a friend. Like he's objectifying them or something. He's seen too many infidelity cases and disappointing background checks, messy situations tied up in romance and sex and shit, and he doesn't want to be one of those kinds of guys, the sort that seem to forget that the people they're involved with are people who can be hurt.
...Yeah, there's probably some element of overthinking it in all that. He knows it's probably an overreaction. It's better not to open that can of worms. Ouma's looking for a fun time, maybe some kind of companionship. He's not looking to become Shuichi's therapist.]
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Christ. Okay, Ouma moves his hands at this point to scoop some water in them to toss on Shuichi's head to start rinsing these suds out. And he'll do this a few times -- not really giving Shuichi a break in-between, because he wouldn't dare open his eyes while having water dumped on his head, and that's ideal right now so Shuichi can't see Ouma's face having slightly more color to it right now.
It's the hot bath's fault, anyway. ]
And I like Saihara-chan best with cum in his hair.
[ Deflecting with another utterly unserious response.
Well. Mostly unserious. It's a good look, but he's not picky about Shuichi's appearance per se here. He's just kind of gay in general for him. ]
... Juuust kidding! Anything without a hat is good.
[ Just saying. ]
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There's a part of him that would love to say he likes Ouma better when he's too fuckdrunk to keep a tightly controlled expression. Or, y'know, something to that effect but somehow less vulgar. But even wording it more politely is a bit beyond him at this point. Hell, just thinking it makes him feel a little ashamed, even despite meaning it so...well, "innocently" doesn't feel like the right word, but it's something like that. He just likes the rare opportunity to see Ouma so open and honest. That doesn't feel wrong by itself, but the opportunity in question is just so wrapped up in something so sexual.
It'd be nice if he could get that same chance without having to go so far.
(Not that going so far is bad, just...y'know.)
When Ouma finally eases up on the rinsing, he brings a hand back to his face to shove his wet bangs out of his eyes, shooting Ouma a weary look.]
I think you just like watching me get flustered.
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But Ouma grins at getting the reaction he had wanted, letting his hands drop back into the water with a shrug at Shuichi calling him out. ]
You got me! It's not my fault you make those stupid, cute faces whenever you are though.
[ Anybody would wanna see those!! Another reason Shuichi's better without the hat. ]
... My turn!
[ Ouma suddenly announces, and he's going to grab the edges of the tub so he can turn himself around between Shuichi's legs, giving the other the entire back of his head within reach for easy washing. ]
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But this is...easier, definitely. A breath eases out of him as Ouma re-settles in between his legs. It's a bit of an embarassing position, but objectively it's obviously less so than many of the positions they've been in the last two days. Really, it's just that he feels a thousand times more awkward when Ouma's watching him, extra self-conscious over every moment of hesitation or not knowing what he's doing, like any little bit of fumbling will be the one that pushes it all over the edge from (apparently) endearing to annoying and the constant teasing will turn to straight-up mocking and disinterest.
(Not that he was really looking to end up in this whole situation with Ouma in the first place, but it'd still probably hurt if Ouma just lost interest because he proved to be too boring or awkward or inexperienced or whatever.)
Yeah. It's a lot easier when he doesn't feel so watched.
The repositioning also gives them a bit of extra space to work with, and Ouma's smaller to begin with. Laying a hand on the back of Ouma's head, he presses down and forward lightly like he's trying to get him to duck his head under the water, tapping with one finger at the mess of liquid bubble bath still in Ouma's hair.]
Rinse this out first, at least. You should be washing your hair with actual shampoo...
[And, y'know. His hair, too. He just doesn't really want to complain about a rare nice gesture from Ouma, though, so...he'll deal with his hair looking a little off for a day.]
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Ouma leans a little with Shuichi's minimal head pressing, wondering for a fleeting second if he's really just half-assing it here and wants him to dunk his head under the water. But then he ends up smirking at Shuichi's words with a light shrug of his shoulders, like he doesn't quite get Shuichi's request. It's all soapy and lathers up, okay!! ]
Huh? Really? And to think I've been using dish soap all this time--!!
[ That much...he hasn't. I mean, he might, but he's really just trying to offend Shuichi's sensibilities here a little more.
Sucking in a breath of air to hold, Ouma pretty inelegantly dunks his head under the water for a second, bringing his hands up to the back of his head to try and work out the soapy mess in his hair. He might splash Shuichi a bit just by virtue of moving around so much as he does all this. When he comes back up, he musses at his own hair with wet hands a bit as if to gauge if there's much soap left. ]
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[It sounds like it from Ouma's tone. He's really hoping it is, because his sensibilities are indeed offended as fuck.
Really, he might as well be washing a dog as much as he's getting splashed here. He'd be more put out if he weren't already naked and wet anyway, so Shuichi just rolls his eyes at the sloppy display and leans around Ouma to snag both the bottles of shampoo and conditioner off the side of the tub. He intends to at least do his part the right way.
Pouring some shampoo into his palm -- the stuff the bathroom had come stocked with came in an ugly Monokuma-themed bottle, but it smells nice and seemed effective enough -- and hesitates only briefly before he just goes ahead and rubs it into Ouma's hair. It definitely lathers up better in such thoroughly wet hair too, better than it probably would have with a few hand-scoops of water. He's careful as he works, reaching around to sweep Ouma's bangs better up into the lather and making sure the soapy mess won't drip forwards into Ouma's eyes.]
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Ouma sighs quietly through his nose between the strangely relaxing feeling of having someone wash his hair (it's been A While) and the pleasant scent from an actual shampoo. ]
You're pretty good with your hands. Is that like, a detective thing?
[ While Shuichi is working on him, Ouma stretches his arms along the surface of the water and leans forward briefly with them for the sole purpose of skimming a big pile of the bubble bath in his arms and closer to him.
Which he's going to blow on, sending tinier (mostly inoffensive but still distracting) bubbles all over the place. Because of course. ]
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I don't know. I didn't think detectives were known for their manual dexterity.
[Is that the build up to some joke? Or maybe just subtle manipulation to get him to try even harder to live up to that compliment? If it's the latter, well...it kinda works, either out of some small and rarely-seen hint of pride or just the renewed awareness of his own hands. It doesn't really bother him to think of that possibility, though. Ouma had put in the effort for him, after all (despite forgoing actual shampoo). And it's kind of soothing to just relax in the warm water, gently working his fingers through Ouma's hair and scraping at his scalp. With the embarassment dying down some, it's intimate and comfortable, maybe in that way he'd been kind of craving after their abrupt separation yesterday evening.
It's just...nice. Which almost feels like a trap -- everything with Ouma's like that, like if he gets too comfortable he'll get surprised with some nonsense. It keeps him on his toes, certainly. But he can probably relax a little, just enjoy the hot water soothing muscles he's not used to using and Ouma being relatively pliable and harmless.]
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Well, have you ever heard of a clumsy detective? Imagine how much valuable evidence would be at risk!
[ But he won't shut up yet. Yeah, if he keeps running his mouth, that'll keep him from falling asleep in the bath. His tone does come across more enervated than energized right now, though. ]
Yep, you might as well just forget about being a detective if you're dumb, klutzy, or ugly.
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