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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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[ Ouma stares when Shuichi grabs his arm all of a sudden, definitely noting it's a reaction, although he's not sure what kind just yet. He does find himself ever so slightly a little happier at the fact that Shuichi's preventing him from going anywhere just yet. Even if it's apparently just to finish washing off properly. Maybe. ]

Nee-heehee...

[ Ouma smiles again, leaning to reach over for the shower knobs after that dramatic pause Shuichi just partook in. ]

See? Nobody else would care about these kinds of things, Saihara-chan!

[ Nobody else would care about Ouma in general normally, so it's especially nice to have dumb little reminders about how he should proceed to be s functional human being courtesy of Shuichi. ]

[Most people with basic hygine would care about that sort of thing. But he gets the feeling that that's not what Ouma means, really, so he lets it go. Out loud, anyway. He can't help but muse on it quietly, trying it fit it into the puzzle of Ouma he's slowly putting together in his head. No one else would care...here, specifically? The alternative seems too sad, and not really in line with what he took from Ouma talking about his family before.

What breaks him from that pondering is the sensation of the waterline beginning to drop lower and lower, the surface tension just a bit more noticeable where it crosses over more sensitive parts, and oh fuck right they are naked and that was his sole bit of modesty.

Flushing at the thought, Shuichi fights back the urge to hurriedly curl up and hide himself. He can play it cool, totally. Totally. Oh so coolly, he looks determinedly away from Ouma to pull the curtain closed around the tub and tug the ends in where they won't drip onto the bathroom floor.]

I-it's no big deal, really... You could probably raise your standards.

[ Ouma seems notably less embarrassed, standing fully in the tub after having turned the water on again so he can cross his arms in mock offense as he looks down at Shuichi. ]

Are you really questioning my standards? Hey, I'm not the leader of a highly efficient organization for no reason! Don't insult my selective process just 'cause you don't have the balls to admit how useful you are.

[ When will Ouma learn how to potentially hype someone up or say something genuine without smothering it in insults and misdirection.

Either way, his tone suggests no real anger as he reaches up to turn the lever on the shower head to turn it on at this point. ]

[Don't make him look up at you while you're naked, dude.

Ouma at least does him the favor of turning the water on, giving him a solid excuse to shut his eyes as a stream of water spray down at his upturned face. Saves him from responding too quickly, too. He has time to process that better as he carefully gets to his feet, holding onto the edges of the tub because he refuses to die by slipping and cracking his head open in a wet tub, okay?]

...Thanks.

[It's not the gentlest or most straightforward way of saying it. But there's a compliment buried in there, or at least something like reassurance, and that's...nice.

Trying to focus on that fairly-pleasant thought, he ducks his head under the stream of water, combing through his wet bangs with his fingers and hey, conveniently mostly covering his face in the process. He's good, it's all good. He's fine.]

[ Ouma figures he should probably follow suit and wash off as he watches Shuichi do as much for a few seconds, but it's impossible to miss that Shuichi is...barely looking at him... It's a little bit vexatious, if only because of everything they had just done, but it's a very Shuichi thing to do.

Ouma's solution, unlike a normal person's would be to give him space or something, is the exact opposite of that. He moves to sidle up closer to Shuichi in the shower, definitely wrapping his arms around the other and letting his hands move up Shuichi's back. ]

Here, I'll help!

[ Shuichi can't rinse his own back off, okay.

-- Even though that's definitely what the purpose of a shower head is for. But there's less room with the two of them, and that's Ouma's excuse, probably. ]

[Shuchi goes from "fine" to "not fine at all" in roughly half a second, train of thought crashing abruptly as he stiffens in Oumams embrace. Goddammit. Why do you do this to him.

Logically, he knows Ouma is just teasing him, or maybe looking for affection and just unwilling to be honest about it, or maybe both. But logic doesn't stop his face from heating up horribly and his body from being sudden hyper aware of every point of contact between them. His hands pause in midair, torn between pushing away and not wanting to...well, push Ouma away.]

I...I don't think that's something I really need help with...

[What help is even being given here??? It feels like he's just being felt up.]

[ Ouma grins, amused at how flustered Shuichi can still manage to get when the sitution isn't overtly sexual. Idly, he wonders if Shuichi just slips into a different mindset for that kind of thing -- it certainly seemed like it earlier, anyway. ]

Huuuh? You can reach your own back?

[ Ouma asks innocently enough, moving one of his hands up to the junction between the center of Shuichi's shoulder blades, stroking his fingers there lightly as if to emphasize their placement. ]

Even here? Are you really that flexible? I wanna see!

[It's hard to say for certain what he does, because this is still such uncharted territory for him. Yesterday was the first time he's ever even properly kissed anyone and now here he is, freshly fucked and taking a shower with another person. There isn't really a set procedure for this shit yet beyond "fluster and fumble his way through it".

Like now, of course. Ouma stroke at his back and he squirms, arching away from the touch but only pressing closer to Ouma on the other side, which really isn't helping.]

I don't need to reach! We're just rinsing off quickly!

[He's absolutely not getting talked into any kind of bathtub yoga, sorry to disappoint you.]

[ At least Ouma isn't going to complain about Shuichi pressing closer into him, although this definitely brings his face super close to Shuichi's collar at this point. Ouma can feel his own breath hitting Shuichi's skin when he laughs softly at the predicament, letting his hands drop down lower on Shuichi's back to settle near the other's hips. ]

Sure, sure. Buuut, you never did answer my question, Saihara-chan...

[ He's mostly messing around, but it'd definitely be a waste to not do anything when he's this close, right?? Or that's how Ouma will justify his thirst for affection here. It doesn't even count for making an effort of unearthing the answer to that question from earlier, because he's definitely already kissed Shuichi's collar plenty of times -- not that it's stopping him from doing it again right now, closing the miniscule distance between his lips and Shuichi's wet skin.

Just to make it seem like he is putting in some kind of lackadaisical effort here, he'll let his fingers caress down Shuichi's hips and more toward his thighs -- it's made all the more new and fun of a sensation due to the warm water that's also trailing down his skin. ]

["Question"? Oh, right, the flexibility shit. That certainly doesn't feel heavily laden with innuendo in this particular moment, no sir. Shuichi sets his jaw, clenching his eyes shut and very determinedly ignoring the feeling of Ouma's lip on his skin and hands trailing downward. Jesus christ, is this teasing or misguided affection or is Ouma really just raring for more already? The latter of those possibilities is slightly thrilling but mostly just A Lot.

Right. Rinsing. Real quick, they're probably good. Drawing a breath, he reaches over Ouma to unceremoniously shut the water off.]

I...don't think I have the mental energy for this right now.

[Or the emotional energy. Physically, he's a teenage boy and would probably be ready to fuckin go if he let himself go down that path, but...fuck, no, don't even think about not thinking about it. Ouma's already put his head and his feelings through the wringer once tonight -- probably more than once, if he's being completely truthful -- and he needs to recover and process a little before jumping back into what may or may not be a series of poor life choices.]

[ Ouma pretty much halts his shenanigans entirely when he feels the water turn off abruptly, pulling his head away so he can look up at Shuichi again. There's the slightest bit of discontent on his face for a second, just because Shuichi actually managed to shut the water off instead of getting flustered, but he may be getting accustomed to Ouma's bullshit. Which means Ouma will just have to switch things up, but y'know.

Speaking of switching up, his demeanor almost immediately changes to an innocent smile as he takes his hands off of Shuichi, holding them up in front of him in a play of restraint. ]

... Juuust kidding! I'll find your most sensitive spot some other time.

[ Ouma's going to push some of the wet hair out of his face and climb out of the tub now, not being super careful about it since he does it pretty quickly, but he lives anyway. ]

[Is Ouma upset? Shuichi badly wishes he could actually tell, or at least that Ouma would just show it if he was. He feels like he's walking on eggshells with the Supreme Leader much of the time, never sure if anything he says or does will shatter what bit of rapport they've managed to build so far.

He watches Ouma clamber out of the tub with a disconcerted expression for a moment before following more carefully.]

...Sorry.

[And he quickly retrieves a pair of towels from under the sink, dropping one over Ouma's head before he can draw attention back to himself, hurriedly wiping down with the other and then wrapping it around his waist.]

[ Ouma still looks fairly amused by everything, whether it's a mask or not obscuring his true feelings about everything here. He's not upset per se -- he can't be, since he came into this underestimating how close he would be able to get with Shuichi, so he can't complain about what he gets.

But he also can, because it's Ouma. His hands aimlessly feel around the towel on his head for a second when Shuichi drops one on him, but it doesn't take him long to start ruffling it through his own hair in an attempt to dry it off a bit. Not that it'll dry off particularly well with just a towel, given how messy and grown out Ouma's hair is.

He moves the towel out of his face while still keeping it on his head, just enough so he can peek at Shuichi. ]

Hmmm...? What are you apologizing for?

[ Legitimate curiosity escapes his tone, and then after a beat Ouma quickly feels the need to crack a joke -- especially since it's probably Shuichi just apologizing for his lack of energy. ]

Did you wanna go again? Wow, so dirty, Saihara-chan! And you just took a bath!

[ He knows he's full of it, ok. ]

[Intellectually, Shuichi knows Ouma is definitely just giving him shit. But that doesn't stop the automatic reaction of spluttering and flushing with indignation and embarrassment, turning a disbelieving look on Ouma.]

You're the one who was just...you--

[No, he's not entirely sure where he wanted to go with that, given he definitely doesn't want to try wording something like "feeling me up like you were jonesing for round two", and given that Ouma definitely knows anyway and doesn't deserve to amuse himself watching Shuichi's struggle.

Lips pressing together in frustration, he just gives up on that entirely and instead grabs the towel on Ouma's head and rubs at Ouma's hair, maybe just a little less gently than he normally would. Fuck it, he knows perfectly well that Ouma likes it rough anyway. If it happens to obscure Ouma's vision with the edges of the towel, forcing his head down a little as well, then good. Shuichi frowns, tone just a bit petulant.]

Forget it. I'm not sorry.

[He was, for his lack of enegry and for how frustrating he must be, acting like such an awkward recently-deflowered loser about everything, harrassing Ouma for progress and bonding and affection at his own pace, being difficult whenever Ouma seemed to have different ideas, doubting Ouma despite having certainly gotten more sincerity out of him than anyone else...

But goddamn, Ouma sure does have a way of knocking him out of those self-pitying throughts and straight into mild irritation.]

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[ Ouma makes a surprised sound when Shuichi's suddenly rubbing at his hair for him like that, and he does quickly realize he can't look at Shuichi like this -- which explains why Shuichi's probably doing it, more or less. Ouma snickers at this, enjoying having gotten this kind of reaction out of Shuichi even if he can't see the other's face right now. ]

Uwah--! So rough!!

[ Not that Ouma seems bothered at all.

Ouma's hands (which had been momentarily hovering in his brief surprise at all of this) end up making a blind grab for Shuichi's hips to steady his overall position with -- one of his hands finds Shuichi's waist, so it's easy enough for him to figure out where Shuichi's hips are from there. And Shuichi is wearing his own towel around his waist, so just to bug him in turn (and maybe distract the other from the rough toweling), Ouma blatantly hooks his fingers into where Shuichi has the towel wrapped around his hips and begins an attempt at pulling that off. ]

[It certainly works as intended. Shuichi squawks in surprise, releasing Ouma's head to grab his own towel before Ouma can entirely pull it off.]

O-Ouma-kun!

[Is it kind of absurd to intinctively panic over his towel being yanked off when they were just naked in a tub together (also also fucked like a half hour ago at most?)? Absolutely. But instincts are instincts, so Shuichi flushes bright red while clutching at his towel where it's slipped low down his hips.]

[ Ouma snickers as Shuichi attempts to preserve his modesty right now, moving his hands up to pull the towel away from the front of his face so that he can look at Shuichi with a mischievous grin. ]

Oops! I couldn't see, y'know...

[ That sounds really legitimate right now, like he didn't know he was trying to pull Shuichi's towel down or something. ]

[That's an obvious lie, and Shuichi's face definitely says that much for him, frowning and exasperated even with a flush only barely faded to pink. He holds back a sigh, averting his eyes to fetch yet another towel to rub at his own hair with. His other towel is on dedicated modesty duty as long as Ouma is here.]

Just...dry off, okay? I'll lend you a clean shirt or something...

[Because Ouma is still staying, right? That was sort of decided, right?]

[ Geez, Shuichi!! Ouma is determinedly not on modesty duty, but he does take the towel off his head (revealing a mess of slightly less damp hair now) to begin toweling down his arms and torso with instead.

In all honesty, he had no idea if the offer to stay was still on the table or not -- so his heart casually skips a beat at that offer, and Ouma blinks at Shuichi for a second before smiling. He's probably a little too excited at the prospect of getting to wear one of Shuichi's shirts, but he's not going to admit as much. ]

O-kay! I guess I'm willing to look super plain for a night, since nobody else will see.

[ As if your own fashion isn't extremely questionable, Ouma... ]

[He'd half expected Ouma to have changed his mind himself, so there's the slightest relieved sagging in Shuichi's shoulders when Ouma responds positively. Or as positively as Ouma gets, anyway. The point is, he didn't say he'd be taking off after all. There's probably something a bit masochistic about wanting Ouma to stay so badly despite the endleds uncertainty and frustration that comes with his company. But the idea of being left alone for the rest of the night after all this feels horribly lonely, and somehow he doesn't think that's a problem that would be fixed with anyone else's company either.

He kind of just...needs someone who actually knows the situation he's grappling with right now. And the only option there is the person responsible for said situation.

Beneath the towel he's drying his own hair with, Shuichi rolls his eyes.]

It's just for sleeping in, anyway.

[That was probably meant to be a jab at his own style, but he doesn't have to give Ouma the satisfaction of acknowledging that. He just sets down the towel and grabs a brush, quickly running it through his damp hair to work out any tangles from Ouma's questionable "help".]

[ Ouma moves on to bend over and briefly dry his lower half and legs next, standing again fully when he's finished. He subsequently slings the towel he'd been using around his neck, grabbing onto each of the ends with each of his hands respectively as his posture relaxes. ]

Well, even if I stole it and wore it out, would anyone be able to tell it was yours?

[ Ouma tilts his head and looks up slightly, like he's actually considering the feasibility of this. There are quite a few plain white shirts in other people's wardrobes here, after all!! ]

[Would Ouma actually walk out in one of his shirts? Shuichi's not sure whether that's a threat or a tease, but it's a thought that makes him still for just a moment as the implications and whatnot sink in fully.

Pressing his lips together, Shuichi draws a steadying breath and quickly finishes brushing his hair. No, not gonna get caught in the trap of stressing over that at the moment. That's a potential problem or non-issue for the morning.

But he does take the time to consider the question seriously -- more curosity than sincere worry with at least eight hours between him and that possible situation -- pausing with the back of the brush pressed thoughtfully to his lips. Just based on the wardrobe Monokuma's given them all, there are a few options. Someone particularly perceptive might be able to judge more accurately based on the shirt's size, but even without thinking of anyone in particular, he wonders if any of those who remain would even bother. Most of them seem most content to just brush Ouma off as a nuisance when he isn't making himself less ignorable.]

...Maybe not, but they'd know it wasn't yours, and that might...well, draw some questions.

[Granted, everyone must know about Ouma's lockpicking by now, and with his tendency for mischief it would probably be brushed off as a prank by most of the others. Miu would probably jump to the right conclusion for once, but surely no one would take her shit any more seriously than they normally do...? She'd just be The Girl Who Cried Sex at that point.]

[ Of course Shuichi gives this question more thought than necessary, but Ouma at least seems entertained by being humored like this. He smiles, letting go of the towel around his neck to "brush" at his own hair with his fingers, mussing it at least out of his eyes and tucking some of it behind his ears. Voila. ]

I bet Momota-chan would ask! Not because he's smart, but he pays attention to you.

[ Plus there's the fact that Shuichi doesn't even wear his blazer whenever they do their little nightly training sessions or whatever.

Kaito had already questioned where Shuichi had disappeared to last night, so Ouma suddenly wearing Shuichi's shirt would probably be even more sus. Not that Ouma's sure Kaito would get it get it, and he'd almost definitely be accused of playing some kind of prank on Shuichi, but y'know. ]

But don't worry... I couldn't wear your shirt, anyway. You really left all kinds of marks on me!

[ He sounds somewhere between pleased and amused with that last statement, moving one of his hands to grab the towel off his neck like he's showing off exactly what he means by that. ]

[He's ready to jump to Kaito's defense, but Ouma derails that thought quickly with his "reassurance" and...fuck. He hadn't really noticed before Ouma drew his attention to it -- granted, he's been avoiding looking at Ouma too much since the clothes came off, so it's not entirely absurd -- but the pale skin of Ouma's neck and shoulder is dotted with splotches of red. Fresh from the bath and thus a bit rosy, too, they're slightly less noticeable right now, which means they'll only stand out more later.

Aaaaaaaaaa. Shit.

He can't help but glance towards the mirror, angling his head a bit to look for any marks Ouma might have left on him. Not as much, probably, but in his defense, he'd been taking advantage of the fact that Ouma likes it rough to blackmail him into telling the truth.

...That's admittedly a pretty terrible defense. Nevermind.]

S-sorry.

[Glancing back at Ouma and trying not to stare at the marks, he's suddenly very glad Ouma always wears that scarf.

Flustered again and grasping at straws to regain that bit of cool, Shuichi frowns at the counter for a moment before dropping his free hand on top of Ouma's head and pressing it down where Ouma can't look at him while he run the brush through wet purplish hair as well. Just...being helpful, okay? It's Ouma's own fault if his bangs are so long that brushing them out makes it even harder to see.]

Edited (whoops) 2018-07-07 11:19 (UTC)

[ Ouma likes drawing that reaction out of Shuichi a little too much, and it's made even more satisfactory by virtue of the fact that Shuichi did this of his own accord. Of course Ouma can't let him live it down just yet.

He grins wider, but then Shuichi's hand is on his head again and he makes a small, indignant sound of surprise as a brush is suddenly going through his hair. And he just fixed it himself so he could see properly!! Now Shuichi is ruining everything. Ouma's hands instinctively reach up to grab at Shuichi's arms, but he doesn't stop him or pull him away so much as he just settles his hands there like he might want to in the near future. Shuichi obscuring his vision seems to be an ongoing theme tonight. Unfair. ]

Sorry's not good enough, Saihara-chan! A supreme leader deserves proper penance for something like this.

[ He doesn't sound that serious about it, but who knows. ]

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