box15 | ( ˘▽˘)っ♨

( ˘▽˘)っ♨

[ 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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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. ]

[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.]

[ there he go

Ouma thought he could maybe avoid that, but Shuichi is just too sharp. Which admittedly kind of makes Ouma all the more happier about it -- catching on to something Ouma was trying to hide just makes him all the more appealing to Ouma rather than if he had just blissfully accepted the surface as absolute fact. Are all detectives this much fun, or is it just Shuichi? Ouma wonders.

In contrast to Shuichi's dejected tone, Ouma chooses to take this in cheerful stride: ]

Are you apologizing because you know how bad a job you did?

[ This could be perceived as him admitting to a lie, but he also never technically said Shuichi did a good job. He was totally just thanking him for doing what he was told, okay. ]

If I didn't wanna accept your apology, how would you even make it up to me?

[ Inquiring minds would like to know. ]

[There's a part of him that does rile a little at the cheery jab. He's doing his best, trying to keep up with whatever they've got going on here when Ouma's alternately pushing forwards at a pace he can't handle and drawing back where Shuichi can't understand him at all. None of this is how he expected anything to go for him, but he's trying, because he's in too deep already and he feels like he needs to give Ouma a chance and it's probably his best opportunity to really get to know Ouma for real. He knows his fumbling is probably annoying but he's trying.

But he doesn't have the mental or emotional energy to push back right now. Instead he just wilts, dropping his gaze. Of course Ouma only ever confirms anything for him when it's about his own failures.]

I don't...

[The words die in his mouth, lips pressing together with slight frustration just trying to anticipate how that would even go. He says he doesn't know, floundering for solid footing in this constantly shifting uncertain situation, Ouma doesn't let up and turns it into an opportunity to tease him even more, or Ouma maybe just closes off out of boredom or dissatisfaction or whatever is going on in his head -- it's worse that Shuichi really barely has a clue.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to regain some level of composure.]

Can we just...get dressed first?

[Maybe let him get into a slightly more comfortable headspace before trying to deal with this shit?]

[ but does his ahoge wilt with him

It's at this point (aka when it basically serves little to no purpose now) that Ouma grabs at the towel hanging around his neck to wrap it around his waist. Finally, he is no longer flashing Shuichi here. ]

Sure! Whenever you feel like getting me one of your shirts, I'll put it right on.

[ Shuichi did promise him that much at least, right? It's not exactly making anything up to Ouma, but it's something he can make Shuichi do for him right now. He throws his arms to the back of his head, leaning against the counter slightly without breaking his grin. ]

[ motherfucker don't act like him not having sprinted to grab clothes is the sole reason you've been standing around naked

Shuichi would probably give Ouma a very flat look, if he wasn't kinda moping at the moment and also avoiding looking at Ouma. Instead he just frowns, sighing through his nose and just stepping neatly around Ouma to slip back out of the bathroom.

He doesn't wait to see if Ouma's following him. Consider it a brief respite to have even the tiniest task to focus on that doesn't directly involve the other boy. Shuichi heads to his dresser, fishing out underwear and a pair of pajamas for himself as well as a shirt he knows will be too big on Ouma but whatever.

It does belatedly occur to him as he's standing in front of the drawers with clothes in hand that Ouma's underwear are probably gross with sweat and god knows what else. Is...is it weird to offer him a pair to borrow? Does he just not mention it and see if Ouma cares? Respite fucking over, jesus.]

[ do not call him out like this

Ouma doesn't follow him, but his hands move to grab the edge of the sink counter he is currently leaning on, and he tilts himself forward while maintaining that grip so he can lean and peek at Shuichi and what he's doing from the bathroom... although Shuichi's face will probably be obscured, but it's whatever, since Shuichi's made it a habit of obscuring his face the entire night anyway.

He blinks curiously, before his grin turns a bit more mischievous as he calls out after Shuichi, who is pausing over there for whatever reason: ]

Something wrong--? If you don't have enough shirts, I can just sleep without anything on, y'know!

[The sound of Ouma's voice from the bathroom jolts Shuichi from his ridiculous musings and he startles a little, flushing faintly at what Ouma is suggesting. It just...feels kind of extra intimate, more so than he can wrap his head around. Despite the two sexual encounters, it still feels like a first sleepover with a classmate he doesn't really know super well yet.

Christ. Right. Well, that answers that question, sort of. Offering underwear would probably be weirder. And Ouma certainly isn't so shy that he'd avoid asking if he wanted it.]

Just... [Ugh.] One second!

[He might as well take advantage of what seems (to him) like a brief moment of privacy. Setting aside the shirt for Ouma, he drops his towel and pulls on the new pair of underwear and his pajamas shirt and pants. He picks the towel back up to rub at his still-damp hair a but more as he finally turns and heads back to the bathroom to offer the extra shirt through the doorway.]

Here.

[ You realize what you've set yourself up for, right Shuichi?

Ouma grins, taking the shirt from Shuichi when it's offered. He stands a bit more upright, ceasing his leaning against the counter business just so he can inelegantly toss Shuichi's shirt over his head, working his arms through the sleeves and all that business. It only takes a few seconds, and he's tugging the bottom of it down to assess the fit.

It's slightly big on him of course, the hem of it hitting just near his thighs. Definitely not something to bend over in, but it's not like Ouma cares about any of that. Especially since he's made it clear he's not embarrassed about giving Shuichi a full frontal presentation.

Notably, he's not bothering with underwear here -- so that's what Shuichi's gone and set himself up for.

Ouma stretches his arms out, as if showing off how Shuichi's shirt fits him. Big enough to have some definite exposure in the neckline (not that Ouma's going to be buttoning it up well or anything), and long enough to be somewhat modest -- not when he's stretching his arms out like this, though. ]

Ta-da! The Ultimate Supreme Leader can give even your super lame wardrobe a whole new charm, huh?

[ Somehow, Ouma manages to both sound and look pretty happy about the shirt while also insulting Shuichi's style in the same breath... ]

[..............

...Y'know, he thought getting Ouma into some clothing would make this easier to handle. Somehow this feels even raunchier. Mistakes have been made. Oh god.]

Uh...y-yeah.

[Shuichi no, that's not something you should just mindlessly agree with.

He tries and fails for a few seconds to find a way to look at Ouma without wanting to combust -- face is too intense, lower is a neck dotted with splotches of red and worse, lower is legs -- before evntually just averting his gaze entirely, fussing with his damp bangs.]

So, we can just...go to bed, I guess.

[So smooth. He lingers awkwardly for a moment, not really sure what the proper ettiqutte is here, before turning almost mechanically and shuffling towards the bed to climb in.]

[ ................Shuichi.

At least Ouma seems fairly pleased by the reaction, amusement evident on his face as he raises his brows in response to Shuichi's attempt at being cool here -- it kind of feeds his ego that Shuichi can barely look at him like this, not to mention he'd just...agreed that Ouma looked good in his shirt.

Ouma can tell he's not paying attention to his words or the consequences thereof, but still. Shuichi's just encouraging him to talk more. Not that he has a habit of shutting up in the first place... ]

Yep, there's nothing I can't pull off! I'd try on your entire ensemble for you, but I don't think I could stand it. Sowwy!

[ Ouma will follow after Shuichi, taking a good long second or two to interlace his fingers with palms facing outward as he stretches his arms in front of himself. When he's done with that, he takes another second to stretch his arms out above his head with a quiet groan, because that's necessary.

Alright, now he'll climb into Shuichi's little twin-sized bed. With Shuichi. The thought alone makes him feel a little giddy, but it's surely nothing compared to whatever internalized trauma Shuichi is dealing with over this. So that's comforting. ]

[He's expecting Ouma to join him, but Ouma has to drag it out and take those extra few seconds to babble and stretch and build the anticipation, so when he finally crwls in Shuichi rather automatically stiffens up.

Right. This was the plan. All is cool. Please chill the fuck out.

Forcing himself to try to relax -- this is just sharing a bed, it's definitely better than being abandoned again (he thinks), it's really nothing compared to the fact that they were just having sex on this bed less than an hour ago (fuck fuck abort that one is less relaxing) -- Shuichi shifts awkwardly for a moment before tugging the blanket up higher over himself, and then after a second of hesitation reaches over to pull it better over Ouma as well.]

Um...comfortable?

(no subject)

misleaded - 2018-07-26 05:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

shyhara - 2018-08-15 21:31 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only