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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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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

[Listen, if he can't hide his own face then the next best thing is making sure Ouma can't look at him with that shit-eating grin. And as long as Ouma isn't actually shoving him off, he's taking this moment to let himself calm down and regain his cool.

He frowns at Ouma's continued nonsense, but his grumbled response could still probably be construed as playing along.]

You were asking for it.

[Both in the sense that Ouma totally deserves it if he gets embarrassed by a hickey, and in that Ouma was defintely encouraging any such rough play.]

[ If you think he's gonna purposefully misconstrue that..........

...You'd be absolutely right. He snickers quietly, despite the fact that Shuichi's still not letting him look. ]

What's that, what's that--? So you're just gonna give me everything I ask for, then?

[ He sounds a little excited about that prospect, even if he knows that prospect is not on the table at all and he's just twisting Shuichi's meaning to mess with him. ]

[It's just teasing, Ouma's soft laughter makes that more than obvious enough (as if it wouldn't still have been obvious otherwise), but Shuichi pauses with the brushing for a moment, one hand still resting atop the other boy's head. He's slightly pink in the cheeks, plenty aware of the possible implications of that and yeah, that's why it's obviously teasing, but...]

...Within reason.

[He's gonna regret that soon enough, he's sure of that the moment the words leave his mouth.

That doesn't mean he doesn't mean it, though.]

[ That's not quite what Ouma expected to hear, but he's insanely glad that he gets to. He does wonder if Shuichi means that, and he thinks he might like to put that statement to the test, but...

He can try with something small first. It's just teasing, anyway!! Totally. ]

Uwah! Is that the truth?! Then would you give me a kiss whenever I wanted one?

[ Is that within reason??? Probably not, but Ouma's asking the question, anyway. ]

[There is absolutely no reason why something that mild and innocent should fluster him after the shit they've done tonight, but there it is. He reddens faintly, glancing away and mouth twisting in either discomfort or embarassment.]

I mean...not in front of everyone, but...

[Sort of within reason? Kinda?? That's hardly the worst thing Ouma could have tested his boundaries with, all things considered, and there's a part of Shuichi that is quietly, distantly appreciative of that.]

[ Luckily, with Shuichi's hand still on Ouma's head, he can't quite get a good look at Shuichi getting so easily flustered over it -- and thus can't make fun of him for it or take advantage of that. He does notice Shuichi glancing away though, and Shuichi's words only spur Ouma on.

Ouma attempts to use his grip on Shuichi's arms to swat the away at this point (thus freeing his ability to smile up at Shuichi and get a good look at him), only to happily spreads out his own arms immediately after, like he's blatantly gesturing for Shuichi to come into his vicinity -- akin to someone beckoning a child or a dog over for affection, almost. ]

... Right now, then!

[ Of course he needs to test this. Immediately. ]

[Shrugged off and with Ouma looking up at him all cheerfully like that, the redness only intensifies. Yeah, it could definitely be worse. And the open desire for affection would probably be pretty cute and endearing if he wasn't distracted by his own flustering. But...god, is that what Ouma's going for, or is it just a bonus? It'd definitely be more endearing if Ouma wasn't trying to get a rise out of him with shit that he knows himself really shouldn't be so successful.

It just feels embarassing because of their current state of dress (or lack thereof). That would make sense. He has to lean down to comply, though, and it strikes him as he does that that's new because they haven't done this standing up before, only on a bed. Which is also...yeah, he needs to stop thinking so hard about all these details and just do it.

Trying (and failing) to will doen his blush a little, he closes his eyes and leans in to press a soft, chaste kiss to Ouma's lips.]

[ Just like Shuichi never fail to get flustered over ridiculousness, Ouma never fails to find great amusement in this. In reality, he really does just want attention and maybe physical affection from Shuichi wherever he can get it, but getting to tease him and see him embarrassed over it is a great bonus.

Shuichi may be going for a soft and chaste kiss here, but when Ouma feels Shuichi against his lips he's only going to end up enthusiastically moving those previously open arms to grab up for Shuichi's face, holding him in place as he reciprocates eagerly and a little less soft. He refuses to let Shuichi get away with a short kiss, since he's been vying for more attention since the bath tub. ]

[Shuichi makes a soft noise of surprise as Ouma suddenly grabs him to hold him in place and drag it out, the sound muffled against the other boy's lips. There's an awkwardly long moment where he fails to respond as he knows he should, with actual reciprocation and moving lips and all the shit involved in kissing, his hands still for a moment with one gripping tight to the towel around his waist and the other hovering uncertainly.

He feels like he's forgotten how to kiss properly. Or more like he was dumb to think he ever really knew how in the first place, as if less than two days of limited experience counts for anything. Limited experienced that was bolstered by a lot of fooling around, too. Fuck, you can probably fool anyone into thinking you're decent if your hand is on their dick, so most of that shouldn't even really count...

To his credit, he doesn't pull away. The temptation is there, but he's at least cognizant of the fact that that would probably send the wrong message, and pushing Ouma away when things still feel so delicate would probably be even worse than just sucking at kissing. But he's noticably hesitant, holding back even as Ouma presses for more. The movements of his mouth feel clumsy, and he's too hyper-aware of it to let the doubts ease up. Tentatively, his free hand settles on Ouma's shoulder, but even that touch is uncertain and feather-light on Ouma's bare skin.]

[ The awkwardness isn't lost on Ouma, even though he'd absolutely love to keep going at this, here. Maybe Shuichi's just surprised, or maybe he feels awkward about it in a towel or something (which Ouma doesn't fully understand, but it's Shuichi who has proven to be consistently flustered even in situations he should be warming up to). It really doesn't deter Ouma from getting his own fair share of kissing in for a good few seconds, reciprocation be damned.

But he does back off afterwards, separating as the touch on his shoulder brings more apprehension on his end than any encouragement a bolder touch might do.

His hands drop from holding Shuichi's face, but the last thing he's going to do for Mr. Overthinker is give him the impression that he's backing off for his sake or something. Ouma flashes a grin, feigning satisfaction. ]

Thanks for the service!

[ He did get a kiss when he asked for one, after all. Regardless of Shuichi's reservations. That's gotta count for something, right? ]

[Unfortunately, Mr. Overthinker cannot be stopped, and he's equipped with a detective's skill in observation and critical thinking. Of course it occurs to hin that that seemed far more innocent and brief than what he'd expected of Ouma. Of course, maybe Ouma's just less thirsty than Shuichi was giving him credit for. But it's just as easy (if not moreso) to believe that he just mistepped somehow, even if he's not exactly sure how. Either way, Ouma pulling away from him in any manner feels like failure despite his own reluctance to get too close in their current situation.

Ouma backs off and for a moment Shuichi just blinks, surprised and confused, but it quickly melts into the familiar sense of having somehow fucked up. He frowns, glancing away, and drops his hand again to fuss with the towel around his waist.]

Sorry...

[Ouma might be thanking him, but Ouma's also a liar.]

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