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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. ]

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[ A rare moment in which Shuichi isn't stressing about something? Maybe he needs this kind of thing more often. Ouma hums thoughtfully and with light amusement as he continues working his fingers in light circles, noticing how much more relaxed in general Shuichi seems -- Shuichi's hands holding his sides like that with a little more confidence is very welcome, and it really only makes Ouma want to keep this up.

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?!

[Ouma, please stop ruining his relaxation with your bullshit. He sighs again, cheeks coloring a little despite the obvious acting and despite his own obvious enjoyment of the attention otherwise -- the puppy metaphor is probably pretty apt, given how he arches his neck a little under the touch. He's not quite so ready with a response for that one, frowning slightly for a moment while he fumbles for an answer that won't make him sound like either a creep or a headcase.]

...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.]

[ .......Okay, but Ouma practically preens at that response regardless, his expression lighting up a bit as he bites down on his own lip to keep from smiling any bigger. Why is a stupid comment like that serving to make him giddy? But Shuichi said he likes him...

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. ]

[It's coarse enough to get a reaction out if him even while so otherwise at ease and knowing full well that a reaction is what Ouma's after. He sputters, opening his eyes to look up at Ouma indignantly, but he's forced to clench them shut again and duck his head to avoid soapy water running into his eyes. Unfair.

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.

[ Innocent is definitely not the right word for that, Shuichi.

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. ]

[Is that a compliment or more teasing? Shuichi looks like he isn't sure which, coloring a little even while frowning slightly in frustration. Even if Ouma says "cute", it's a little...hard to accept. Maybe because of his shitty self-esteem, maybe because Ouma always buries everything he says in so much insincerity and playing around that it's hard to take even the little things seriously.

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.]

[ will shuichi wake up with more ahoges

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. ]

I really hope that's a lie...

[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.]

[ Shuichi has no right to be too offended for a guy whose proper hair maintenance wasn't even appreciable for so long with his awkward hat look. Maybe Shuichi's hair will only get fluffier now without it -- which is good, because that will make it more fun to play with.

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. ]

[The corner of Shuichi's lips twitch as Ouma plays with the bubbles like a kid. It's not the worst kind of mess Ouma could be making, at least. He should probably be grateful for that.]

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.]

[ Ouma doesn't immediately respond for a second, if only because Shuichi working his fingers more is a little distracting and super relaxing -- he could probably fall asleep like this or something. He isn't getting enough sleep quite as it is, and throwing in all the...exertion he's just done, it'd be easy to doze off here. Ouma lets his shoulders drop a bit, sinking in the water a little more in content leisure. ]

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.

[The subtle signs of relaxation don't escape Shuichi's notice, and that plus the innocuous babbling is just kind of oddly endearing. True, he's now seen Ouma at an objectively more vulnerable moment mid-fuck, but this does feel special somehow. For all his playfull apparently carelessness, he doesn't associate Ouma with any kind of ease or softness. It's a manner very at odds with the sharp-tongued boy everyone is used to, the one that's quick to jump on any show of weakness and guards himself behind walls miles high.

A slight smile escapes him, tragically unseen with Ouma facing away from him.]

I don't think looks really have anything to do with it.

[He'll give you "dumb" though. And a fair argument has been made about "klutzy".

Satisfied that he's done a thorough enough job shampoo-ing, his hands slide down the back of Ouma's neck to rest on his shoulders for a moment.]

Can you keep your eyes closed for a bit?

[ At least Shuichi is nice enough to ask him to close his eyes... Ouma kind of forgot that part (or didn't care too much...or was confident in his ability to not get it in Shuichi's eyes) on his end, but it's reassuring to know that Shuichi is as reliable as ever in being careful.

Ouma does what Shuichi asks, gesturing a hand up out of the water even with his eyes shut. Although it's weirdly comforting to have Shuichi's hands on his shoulders, especially when he can't see shit. ]

Yeah, sure. It's so you don't do anything totally inept and ruin my image of you, right? You've gotta live up to that description I just set for you, Saihara-chan!

[ Okay, Ouma. ]

[Wow, someone's feeling especially talkative.]

You're babbling.

[His tone is indulgent and good-humored, though, and he gives one of Ouma's shoulders a quick squeeze before letting go to start scooping water over his head. It'd probably be more efficient to just make him dunk his head again, but the soapy runoff is good for making sure everything gets clean.

Once he finishes with that -- much more neatly than Ouma had, if slower -- he drops a hand on top of Ouma's head as if to indicate that he's done, reaching with the other hand for the conditioner bottle. Because he's doing this right, dammit. Ouma will have a properly cleaned head at this this one time.]

Don't move just yet.

Hm?

[ Listen, conditioner is an ultimate foreign concept for Ouma, so he's almost wondering What Else there's even left for Shuichi to do here. He opens his eyes again, not even needing to blink that much water off his eyelashes since Shuichi's done such a good job of rinsing him off neatly. He raises his brows in curiosity, but doesn't bother to look over his shoulder since that counts as moving, right? He'll play along for right now. ]

O-kay! Just don't do anything too crazy...

[ Because that's something to be expected from Shuichi.

-- Not.

At least he doesn't have to worry as much about potential life-threatening situations and shit around Shuichi -- no, it's just other things he ends up worrying about, like emotions and feelings and all that utterly obnoxious stuff. ]

[It's hard to say whether Ouma's teasing or just filling any quiet moment with more noise or what, but Shuichi sighs, tone dry.]

I really hope using conditioner isn't that crazy an idea to you...

[Unceremoniously, he squirts some of it into his hand and starts working that into Ouma's hair as well, concentrating on the ends. It's probably not as nice as shampooing with less scalp-massaging, but it's better not to rub conditioner into the roots where it already gets oily faster anyway.

At least he seems less nervous like this, right? Without Ouma looking at him and with a task to focus on, it's easier to ignore the awkward details like their mutal nudity, or Ouma's position kinda sitting between his legs, or the fact that this is kind of a weirdly intimate thing to do with someone he hasn't hung out with that much and honestly doesn't know very well (despite the whole sex thing, and the fact that it is still kinda nice).]

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[ Oh lord. Conditioner. Does he even own a bottle of that back home?? Probably not. If anyone keeps conditioner around, it's probably one of the better kempt members of DICE or something. ]

Pfft-- More like boring. You got me all excited for a second there, too...

[ He really didn't expect anything but something like this of course, but he's going to bitch about how lame it is just because he can. ]

But hey, at least you're thorough. Maybe you should give up on the detective thing anyway and be my stylist. No more dead bodies, yay!

[ He gives a half-hearted cheer at the suggestion, his tone entirely in soft jest as he settles his hands on Shuichi's knees in the water and lets his shoulders relax again. ]

[There's a moment where he's distracted wondering what Ouma could possibly have been excited about. The answer hits him about the same time Ouma's hands settle on his bare knees, and he pressed his lips together slightly, flushing. His slip might go entirely unnoticed with this positioning, at least, save for maybe his slight tensing that Ouma might be able to feel in his legs.

Ugh. Chill.]

I think you need to know a lot more than just basic haircare to be a stylist...

[He knows it's a joke, but it's an easy distraction to latch onto. And besides, Ouma always seems to enjoy it more when he engages with the bullshit rather than just ignoring it or dismissing it immediately.]

Not to be my stylist.

[ That bears clarification, okay. Ouma's not picky. Although if Shuichi were his stylist, he might become picky just to mess with him a bit.

Ouma does catch the slight tension in Shuichi's legs not long after Ouma's hands had settled on them, and the urge is strong to just turn around on the spot to see what he's potentially missing.

... Oooor he could play dumb here and make it worse. His mischievous smile is at least equally hidden in this position as he slides his hands further up to settle them on Shuichi's thighs, feigning a relaxed sigh as he leans back even more -- although it's not entirely feigned, because this really is all very comfortable for him. ]

And I'd pay you handsomely! My payment methods include money, soda pop, and sex -- so it's definitely rewarding work. Maybe I'd even let you pick a power structure or two to usurp if you're good.

[Of course he doesn't buy it for a second. And of course Shuichi isn't fooled for a second into thinking Ouma is clueless about what he's doing. He frowns even as he moves his arms out of the way, because there isn't really room between them with Ouma leaning back like that. It's a good thing he was basically done with the conditioner anyway.

Lord. He draws a breath, trying not to be horribly obvious about it, and dips his hands into the water to wash off the excess conditioner.]

I'm not really into soda...

[Yes, that is definitely the biggest problem with this proposal.

Another beat, in which he hesitates just a moment too long -- fuck, is Ouma trying to angle towards something specific with all this, is Shuichi enabling him, does he necessarily mind if he is -- and then he settles his hands back on Ouma's shoulders, lacking that level of ease he'd managed just before but at least not entirely awkward.]

You should rinse again.

[ For a second, enjoy Ouma leaning his head back even further like he might be able to crane it backwards to see Shuichi's face -- it's impossible of course, and he's going to end up getting some of that runny conditioner on Shuichi's chest (since Shuichi's already begun rinsing a bit of it out), but it doesn't stop Ouma from doing it anyway. ]

Huh? Does that mean you're into the other two then? Saihara-chan's tastes suuure are unseemly!

[ Shuichi walked right into that one, honestly.

Ouma takes his hands off Shuichi as per the suggestion to rinse himself again, shifting in the water and sitting up again like he's going to begin to do as much -- but not before opening his mouth again. ]

Well, good thing I'm fine with that. More soda for me, anyway.

[Look, everyone likes being paid with actual money, and their activites from less than an hour ago should be pretty decent indication that he's into the other thing too. Don't call him out like this, bro.

Shuichi bites back a sigh and wills down the blush, less out of embarassment than sheer exasperation at this point, knowing perfectly well that Ouma's just trying to get under his skin and continuing to get worked up over it is dumb.

So, rather than dignifying that with a response, he just sets a hand at the nape of Ouma's neck again and unceremoniously presses him forward and down to dunk his head under the water. To rinse, of course. Just being helpful.]

[ oh my god

Ouma, of course, isn't quite expecting this at all -- the lack of response just makes him assume Shuichi's just going to ignore his shit and put up with it quietly. But then he's surprised to feel Shuichi's hand at his neck, and before he can even contemplate what that means, he finds himself being propelled head-first to finish dunking his head under the water. He's quick enough to hold his breath, but his arms don't go to rinsing so much as they flail a bit in surprise, and he grabs both edges of the tub to get a good enough hold to bring his head back up.

Even though he's certain Shuichi isn't trying to kill him or anything here and is just being really ballsy right now. Wow.

Whenever he resurfaces, he's going to dramatically cough a few times and push his soaking fringe out of his face while whininess pervades every aspect of his tone. ]

... You're the worst!! I can't believe you would try to drown me while I had my guard down... Saihara-chan's tastes really are awful...

You know I wouldn't try to kill you like that.

[Does that sound like sweet reassurance for a second? Think again. He sighs, lifting his hand again to rub at Ouma's hair and scrape some of the suds out in a somehow long-suffering manner.]

I really don't need everyone investigating this as if their lives depend on it.

[A bit more darker than his normal sense of humor -- joking about their whole situation here in the murdergame is usually too much for him -- but fuck it, it's better than letting Ouma have the upper hand in teasing him right now, and maybe he's feeling just slightly bold for the moment in the privacy of the bathroom with even Ouma turned away from him.]

[ Luckily for Shuichi, inappropriate jokes about death amidst murderous situations is exactly Ouma's forte, so he only ends up smirking about that. His lil Shuichi is all grown up and doing morbid humor!!! ]

You say that, but if someone were getting brutally murdered right now, what would your alibi even be?

[ The public desperately wants to know, Shuichi.

Ouma's kind of over not being able to see Shuichi's expressions though, so even with Shuichi in the middle of trying to finish Ouma's hair all properly here, he's going to begin shifting in order to turn around in Shucihi's lap. ]

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