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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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[Fine with a date? Fine with just hanging out watching movies? What does that mean, Ouma?

It's a quiet walk, but Shuichi's brain certainly won't shut up the whole trip back. There's probably something vaguely masochistic about the fact that he willingly spends time with Ouma knowing his own tendency to overthink things, particularly now when everything is so up in the air after last night. Anything could mean anything, and his mind sure as fuck will consider every possibility and stress over the worst ones.

Frankly, he's relieved when he's finally opening his dorm door and he has the excuse of being a decent host to distract him from his own thoughts.]

You can just make yourself at home.

[Probably a dangerous thing to say to Ouma, but it's not like he really has anything in here to worry about. Nothing to hide or get messed up, aside from maybe those weird Monokuma figures he's been mindlessly collecting for some reason.]

Uwah--

[ Ouma waltzes into Shuichi's room, setting down his stack of movies by Shuichi's TV before doing just that, sitting (or more like hopping) on Shuichi's bed with enthusiasm. ]

...It's so plain in here!

[ Y'know, disregarding the weirdass Monokuma collection.

He's noted that, but he's ignoring it. Why, Shuichi...are you a secret Monokuma fanboy. Ouma glances around some more, noting the overall generic appearance. It's not surprising that Shuichi's not the type to really do much with his room aside from use it for the necessities. ]

But I don't dislike that, because it's all nice and neat.

[ In stark contrast to his own room, of course. ]

[Yup, somehow he figured Ouma would go straight for the bed given permission. Well, he guesses it's harmless so he might as well...]

It's not like we have much to decorate with here...

[Not that he'd really be jazzing the place up much even if there was easy access to an interior decorating store or whatever. He's a simple dude, okay? He leaves Ouma to fuck around as he pleases and heads over to the TV station with his own selections, setting them aside to pick up the movies Ouma had brought.]

Do you have a preference for which we try first...?

[ Ouma hums in thought, kicking his feet off the edge of Shuichi's bed as he makes a grab for one of Shuichi's pillows to clutch in his arms. He's definitely making himself comfortable. ]

Mmm... What about the one I showed you?

[ He makes his suggestion as he rests his chin against Shuichi's pillow, waving with one of his hands in Shuichi's direction. ]

Toss me the remote, by the way!

[ Look, he's being helpful!! ]

Sure.

[Hey, he's not fussy. If Ouma shows some preference then he's probably less likely to complain about it being boring, right? He pops that case open and puts the disc in the player without thinking about it much before grabbing the remote.

There's an armchair and a chair they could pull over from the desk that would be closer to the TV -- the bed really isn't situated the best for movie watching, honestly -- but Ouma looks like he's settling himself over there. So Shuichi just frowns thoughtfully and turns the TV a little to face the bed better before heading over to sit on the edge of the bed, offering Ouma the remote.]

[ Fantastic. Not that he expected Shuichi to refute his choice or anything, since Shuichi's proven himself to be the type to generally go along with things as long as they're not obviously insane.

Ouma only situates himself more, crossing his legs onto the bed and taking the remote from Shuichi so he can flick the television on with a grin.

A perfectly pleasant, normal movie night.

Even as the movie starts up, seeming to be of lesser film quality than its cover suggests. The acting is really bad too, and things seem to be moving at an extremely fast pace. There's a professor, and an exceptionally good-looking student with bad grades, and it doesn't seem to be much of a mystery or thriller at all.

At least, until not even a minute into the movie, it abruptly turns into explicit pornography with the student being fucked over the desk. They're pretty vocal about it, too.

It's amidst the sudden moaning and lewd sounds pouring from the television that Ouma finally says something, clear amusement in his tone. ]

Huuuh...? What kind of movie did you put in, Saihara-chan?

[It does strike him as the movie begins that it's got the quality of a shitty porno. But somehow, even despite Ouma's involvement, he isn't expecting an actual porn.

He is clearly way too trusting.]

Wha--?!

[He practically squeaks, face going red so fast and hard it's frankly amazing he didn't pop a blood vessel in the process. Ouma immediately laying the blame on him definitely doesn't help matters.]

Y-you picked this one!

[Of course he highly suspects that was on purpose. But he isn't really in a position to make accusations at the moment, because he's busy burying his bright red face in his hands, shoulders hunched up to his ears.]

[ In contrast to Shuichi over here, Ouma looks pretty unaffected by the fact that they're watching someone get nailed on Shuichi's TV right now. If anything, he looks like he's having fun with it. ]

Did not! I picked a film with a waaay lower rating than this...

[ Ouma is grinning so mischievously at Shuichi's reaction, and he inches closer to Shuichi in this moment so he can grab one of Shuichi's shoulders and shake it a little. ]

What's with that reaction, anyway? Don't you watch this kind of stuff, Saihara-chan?

[ Cue Ouma, using his remote control powers to turn the volume up a few notches to enhance the loud moaning and (now) wet slapping sounds resounding in Shuichi's room. ]

Of course not!

[What kind of teenager watches physical pornos rather than just shit on the internet? Not that he'd admit that part either, of course. There's probably something ironic and stupid about being sex-shy with the dude who was touching his dick last night, but. Yeah.

He's making sure not to watch, but Ouma's making damn sure he can hear it. He peeks between his fingers at Ouma, pointedly looking away from the screen.]

D-don't make it louder! Someone might hear!

[He'd love to cover his ears too, but he tragically only has two hands. He'll settle for pulling his legs up to insistently nudge at Ouma with his foot, because he is tragically also too nice to just kick him.]

[ Ouma laughs a bit when Shuichi nudges at him, although he doesn't stop just yet because Shuichi is too nice to just knock him over... ]

Pfft, who's gonna hear?! Besides, it's getting pretty good now, look--

[ Ouma leans over to slide his hand down from Shuichi's shoulder so he can tug on Shuichi's arm now. Since Shuichi's trying so hard not to look at all, of course it just makes him wanna get Shuichi to look. He's not earnestly trying that hard though, since he's only got one hand here with the remote in the other.

There is a lot of really bad dirty-talk dialogue that's starting to crop up at this point like "oh yes" and "give it to me, baby" that strongly implies it is, contrary to Ouma's assertion, not getting good. ]

[Shuichi clenches his eyes shut, groaning, embarrassment quickly becoming matched by exasperation. Yeah, any doubt that Ouma pulled this shit on purpose is long gone.]

Th-this doesn't sound good at all. It's just...awkward. And bad.

[Would it be better or worse if it were just the sex sounds? Hard to say. At least the shitty porn dialogue is so lame he can kinda focus on the shittiness and not on the sex. He can manage like this to pull his hands away from his face so he can try reaching around Ouma for the remote. He'd love to keep his face covered when he can feel how furiously his face is burning, but he'd prefer to shut this off before anyone hears. How thick are the walls between the dorms? Please be thick.]

[ There's another short, very amused laugh from Ouma when Shuichi says that. ]

Well, yeah. I'm lying, of course! But woooow--

[ In the middle of whatever he's saying is when he notices Shuichi making a grab for the remote, and he'll use his grip on Shuichi's arm to try and push against him to keep him at bay while he raises his other arm to attempt keeping the remote right out of Shuichi's immediate reach. Because it's the most mature move, obviously.

He doesn't seem to lose stride with what he was saying as he does this. ]

--I didn't realize you could even recognize a bad porno, Saihara-chan! Would you like it more if the lines were better? ...Or maybe if you could only hear the sound effects?

I don't live under a rock...

[It's a pretty weak protest, especially when he's distracted shaking his head and trying to fight Ouma's grip for the remote.]

And I wouldn't like it either way. Come on...

[But he is taller and has longer limbs, and he will absolutely take advantage of that to try reaching the remote over Ouma's head despite how he's being pushed away. The effort gets him up on his knees, unsteady as he tries leaning for it, but dammit he doesn't wanna listen to this chick call her teacher "daddy" anymore ok??]

What? I just wanna know your tastes a little...

[ Even though this is very clearly not even close to something anyone would pick with Shuichi in mind.

And it has absolutely nothing to do with why Ouma's still trying to keep Shuichi from getting the remote, scrambling around to try and push his own foot against one of Shuichi's knees in an attempt to block the other more effectively.

All this while the woman's moaning only gets louder and more dramatic as the fucking sounds turn more desperate and uneven.

He scoffs a laugh again, although this time it isn't because of anything from Shuichi. ]

Oh yeah, she's totally faking it!

[ He needed to whip out his PhD in lies knowledge for that one, tbh. ]

This definitely isn't my taste!

[Surely Ouma would have figured that much out just from last night? This has got to be just teasing him. Which...he did just kinda tell Oma to lay off teasing in this vein this morning, but this isn't public, so his embarrassment at least stops short of actual irritation. It's hard to be irritated when he's distracted by wanting to die a little bit anyway.

Especially with Ouma pointing out the worst of it. Shuichi makes a face at the loud and clearly fake moaning, awkwardness mixed with exasperation, and he doesn't even know how to respond to that. But fortunately Ouma saves him from having to by pushing his knee out from under him. He drops with a yelp, half crashing on top of Ouma where he'd been reaching across for the remote and grabbing at the other boy's shoulder's for support.]

[ Ouma half saw this coming, especially with how wobbly Shuichi seemed already (and distracted, since Ouma hasn't shut up the whole time during their tug-of-war with the remote). He let it happen anyway, even though it means Shuichi ungracefully knocking him over in the process.

Ouma grunts quietly between Shuichi grabbing his shoulder and the impact of his own back hitting the bed -- but at least that's soft.

The remote goes flying in the process, unceremoniously hitting the floor hard somewhere and apparently on its button-side, because the sound of the collision is immediately followed by the porno just...shutting off. The room is all of a sudden met with silence, and there's a blue screen on the TV.

Not that Ouma's even bothered looking at the TV, and he blinks in surprise for a second at the abrupt interruption of awkward sex sounds.

...Only to break into a wide grin a second later at the current predicament.

He snickers, sounding too amused when he cuts the silence: ]

...Again? Really?

[Ah. There's that brief expression of confusion, Ouma blinking up at him as if he's been thrown off his game, if only for a second. It's distracting enough that Shuichi doesn't immediately notice the video shutting off, nor does he get off Ouma right away.

Of course, the spell is broken quick enough by Ouma's snickering, and he doesn't need to expand for Shuichi to know what he means by "again". His brain probably would have gone there in a second on its own anything, but he still flushes to be reminded of it, hurriedly rolling off Ouma onto his back, hiding his face in his hands.]

Th-that was your fault...

[It's one hell of a pattern, two nights in a row. Shuichi groans, trying not to let his brain wander down that that again. The porno itself definitely wasn't arousing in the least, but it certainly put one subject at the forefront of his mind, and it's not a far leap from there to thoughts of things that definitely were exciting.

He was just trying to bond with a simple movie night, dammit.]

[ To be perfectly fair, it's been Ouma's fault...both times... but he doesn't seem to be ashamed by that at all. Ouma sits up on his elbow to regard Shuichi, clearly entertained by all of this. He brings his spare arm over so he can lightly poke an index finger at the back of Shuichi's hands that are covering his face. ]

Well, I know I'm pretty irresistible and all...

[ More like absolutely abrasive and often annoying to those in his vicinity, but sure.

And he's just casually going to keep acting like it wasn't actually his fault. ]

But geez, did that terrible porno get you in the mood or something? Should I call you "daddy" a few times for good measure? ...I'm really not into that kind of stuff, though.

[ Can he shut up.

It's already been established that Shuichi isn't either, so while he's clearly playing dumb right now, he's also being pretty damn blatant about theoretically throwing himself into a sexual situation with Shuichi. Maybe he just wants to keep those kinds of thoughts on Shuichi's mind right now. ]

[Well, that one at least overpowers the embarrassment with sheer distaste. He lowers his hands at Ouma's prodding just enough to give him an extremely flat look.]

Nothing would turn me off more.

[He sighs into his palms and his eyes cut sideways away from Ouma, staring off towards the blank blue TV screen. He's not entirely stupid. Maybe if last night hadn't happened he'd be less inclined to think along these lines, but it did. And as much as his shitty self-esteem wants to insist Ouma must surely have lost interest after whatever fit of boredom or curiosity prompted that encounter -- he had been quick to kick Shuichi out afterwards -- the more logical part of him can't help but recognize a pattern of behavior here.

He bites at his lip under his hands, eyebrows knitting together as he takes a long few moments to run through those thoughts a few times.]

...Are you just...teasing me more, or...?

[ Ouma seems pleased to soak in the amusement of the situation as he lets Shuichi gather his bearings or whatever, bringing his arm up while keeping his weight on his elbow so he can rest his face in his hand while he's just lying here smiling.

At least, until Shuichi responds again. ]

Huuuuh? That's so rude--!

[ Ouma feels a strong urge welling up to flick Shuichi in the forehead or something, but suppresses it instead in favor of putting on a dramatically offended tone. ]

Didn't I just say I wouldn't tease you about these things this morning?

[That's all but confirmation, and he presses his lips together tight in the effort to keep a straight-ish face, even still half-hidden behind his hands and looking away.]

You did.

[When his eyes flick back to Ouma, it's almost shy, still just a little uncertain and searching for something sincere.]

But you're also a liar.

[Pretty good reason to be unsure. And besides that, he's just...himself. Not particularly interesting, kinda plain, only ever useful after someone is already dead. It's only reasonable for him to have doubts, isn't it?

Fuck, it's kind of egotistical to be thinking along these lines too, right? As if Ouma spending a bit of time with him and showing interest has to mean he's actually...well, interested. Isn't it just as likely -- more likely -- that this is just entertainment, an easy and fun way to kill time while trapped here?]

Yup, I'm the biggest, bestest liar around!

[ Ouma confirms a little more cheerily, clearly proud over a fact that he should probably not be proud of.

He tilts his head in his hand slightly while looking at Shuichi, wondering what's all going through his head right now -- if he's thinking about his lies, then that in itself makes Ouma pretty jazzed. Although he also knows Shuichi is more or less self-doubt incarnate. So there's that, too...

Shuichi is an overthinker, and while Ouma can relate and respect that, he definitely wants Shuichi's thoughts to be on him -- maybe it's a little selfish, but Ouma's okay with that.

Ouma's tone of voice drops when he speaks again, a little more serious sounding. ]

...And you're the only one who cuts through my lies so well, Saihara-chan.

[Just the slightest intake of breath, one of his hands curling into a loose fist to worry at his mouth with his knuckles. Well, there was the sincerity he was looking for, as far as he can tell. Ironic, maybe, to feel fairly confident of that just after Ouma had proudly reiterated his title of Biggest Liar Ever, but Shuichi thought he at least somewhat understood Ouma's habits and tells by now. He often seems a little less childish when telling the truth, more blank-faced like he has to keep tightest control of his expressions when being genuine.

He thinks he gets it, gets Ouma, if only a little, so he believes that. It checks out logically, too. It makes sense in a way that Ouma likes the challenge of someone capable of cutting straight through his bullshit. Just...is that enough to justify interest, or is he just the most fun for Ouma to mess around with? Those are still two very different options -- to him, at least. One of them is kind of terrifying, if kind of exhilarating at the same time. The other is just...flattering, maybe, sort of, but depressing.

Frowning behind his hands, he glances away and then back to Ouma again in quick succession, unsure even of what he wants to do with...all that. He could push harder, harass Ouma until he just says what it is he wants--

...A dumb question, actually. Shuichi knows what he wants. Ouma's making that pretty damn clear here. What Shuichi is looking for is the bigger picture, and he wonders if there's anything at all he could say to make Ouma paint it for him.

Frowning behind his hands, he draws in a slow breath and drags his hands up and face and through his hair, gripping briefly at the strands as if to steady himself. It helps to have that short moment of fuller cover too, his arms hiding his whole face so well. But he doesn't expect Ouma to let him get away with that for more than a moment, and he knows he can't sit in silence mentally working all the details to death forever.

Ok.

Another breath, as if the air entering his lungs could convert all his insides to steel rather than weak, vulnerable flesh, and he drops his arms and props himself up on one of them, the other catching Ouma's shoulder while he leans up to press their lips together.]

[ Ouma watches Shuichi have his moment with a thoughtful look on his face, partially wondering how much Shuichi's going to stress out about this kind of thing. He's about to throw in a comment about how Shuichi's bound to go bald or something if he keeps that up, but that's when Shuichi ends up finally moving his arms away.

What follows is better than Ouma expected, and he's momentarily stunned over it, feeling his heart skip a beat as Shuichi's lips are suddenly against his again -- not an unfamiliar sensation by this point, but not any less thrilling for him. He's not sure if it's because he hasn't experienced this kind of thing enough yet or if it's just Shuichi that gets him this interested. He knows he would be way less into it if it were just anyone else though, so there is that.

Ouma doesn't take longer than a few seconds to start reciprocating into it, moving the hand he'd been resting his face in down against the bed while his other hand moves to hold the side of Shuichi's neck, like he's intent on keeping Shuichi where he can kiss him. It's not long before he starts smiling into the kiss too, because he did just get exactly what he wanted here. ]

[Those few seconds are just enough to make Shuichi panic a little, heart pounding in his chest as he's suddenly sure he's misinterpreted something somewhere along the line and Ouma's going to shove him off in a moment--

So it's an immense relief when Ouma finally kisses back. The tension visibly leaks out of him and he stops holding his breath, releasing it through his nose because Ouma's definitely not letting him pull away at all. He feels more than sees the hand on his neck, because yeah his eyes were definitely clenched shut in anticipation of the worst. But it's all good because he doesn't plan on pulling back at this moment anyway.

Instead, he pushes with his hand on Ouma's shoulder, trying to force the other boy down onto his back.]

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