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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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[It's really pretty clear what Ouma's going for here, and Shuichi's not sure what to make of that, but he complies easily enough, shifting to one arm and then the other to shrug the jacket off his arms. Even as act as innocent as just taking his blazer off, something he does every night when training with Kaito, feels weirdly intimate and indecent like this.

He doesn't want to pull away, though. This moment feels too dangerously transient, like Ouma might just take off on him the moment he's given the space to do so.]

Y-yeah.

[Is being asked that in the first place promising? Is Ouma going to turn around and deny him immediately? Who fucking knows at this point. He looks a little on edge even as he says it, a little hopeful but too wary of all the ways Ouma could jerk him around right now.]

[ It's pretty clear Ouma's getting his bearings back at this point, because he suddenly smiles brightly at Shuichi's response, his tone even carrying a certain level of energy in it again. ]

I'm fine with that!

[ Although some of that playfulness immediately dissipates when he follows up that statement: ]

But I'm only going to talk to you if you get on your back.

[ He's still sounding pretty carefree though for someone who just dealt with...all that mess... He's still smiling at Shuichi, anyway. ]

[Okay, that shit? That is the opposite of comforting, coming from Ouma. The cheerful, playful manner is his default mask and Shuichi very much doesn't like not knowing where Ouma might be going with this, unable to read anything in that beyond an ominous feeling that might just been his own paranoia.

He frowns slightly, visibly unsure.]

Promise?

[But he does sit up before even waiting for an answer, with only a brief moment of hesitation. Because he's a decent person and he wants to trust Ouma won't immediately go "just kidding!" and flee the room.

Please don't make him regret doing so.

Conscientiously, he picks up his jacket and sets it aside so it won't wrinkle beneath him, and he lays down besides Ouma. Not quite flat on his back, still just a little propped up so he can better see what Ouma's up to.]

Yeah, promise! I'm not lying about that, either.

[ Ouma assures, because there isn't anything here to be suspicious of clearly.

But it's whatever, because Shuichi is doing what he wanted, and Ouma will take the opportunity to roll over on top of Shuichi once he can, effectively changing their positions. It's kind of déjà vu, but Ouma will settle his weight onto his hands on either side of Shuichi's upper torso, using his knees to prop his lower half up as he adjusts himself comfortably over Shuichi while leaving space between them. ]

...Oh, but I'm going to do whatever I want while we're talking. That's fair, right?

[ Ouma asks, sitting up on his knees that are straddling Shuichi at this point enough that he can move his hands to start undoing the buttons on Shuichi's oxford, beginning with his collar. ]

[It's not entirely unexpected, but Shuichi still reddens as Ouma climbs on top of him, as if this is any more embarrassing and intimate than what he was doing not even ten minutes ago, or what they were doing last night. Ouma promised, and this is certainly a position with a lot of promise. Of what, exactly, Shuichi can't say, and he's not sure if he's going to like it or not.

But hey, he's getting what he asked for, isn't he? How can he complain?

He can only hold Oumams intense gaze for so long, though, and after a few moments his gaze drops to almost absently watch Ouma working at his shirt buttons. He doesn't even know what he should be doing with his own hands. Is he allowed to do anything? Tentatively, they lower to the outside of Ouma's knees, fingering the seams of his pants like he's half afraid he'll be smacked away or something.]

Y-yeah, that's...fair.

[He really can't argue that. It'd be hypocritical to even try, no matter how much that kind of tactic was necessary to get one of them talking and isn't for the other.]

[ Ouma's still working on Shuichi's shirt as Shuichi is apparently contemplating all this, and he doesn't do anything about Shuichi's hands on his knees, either. When he finishes unbuttoning Shuichi's shirt, he does decidedly brush his fingers down along the front of his newly bare chest -- it's brief though, and comes across more like he was examining or sampling something since he retracts them right after. ]

Sooo where did you want to start, Saihara-chan? I'll let you direct the conversation, at least...

[ He claims, his attention currently directed toward digging in his own pant pockets at this point, like he's searching for something. ]

[Shuichi shivers at the touch, however brief. He still can't begin to guess where this is going, especially when Ouma starts digging in his pockets for something. Uneasily, Shuichi twists his fingers in the fabric of Ouma's pants. He can't bring himself to make eye contact if he has to say this, not when he's already exposed like this. His gaze hovers somewhere between them, mostly on Ouma's hands as if faintly dreading whatever might come out of there.]

I just...needed to know if you were just fooling around or not. I don't think I could do this anymore if you were...

[It's probably something he should have been firm about before it ever became a thing. But in his defense, it was hardly something he expected to ever happen to him before what happened last night. He'd been too surprised and overwhelmed (and after a while, definitely not thinking straight) to think it through, and it was obviously too late to take a step back and establish any rules once they were done and Ouma was kicking him out like a shitty one-night stand.

God, it's emarrassing just thinking it, let alone saying it out loud. But he can't shy away from just the words after he literally had his hand on Ouma's dick. Shuichi swallows, trying to banish the feeling of dryness in his mouth, and forces himself to continue. At least one of them can be forthcoming and honest here.]

I told you that I hadn't...done anything like this before. I wasn't sure what to expect, or...or what I wanted. But I didn't like how things ended last night.

[Forthcoming and honest, even if it makes him kind of wants to just crawl under the bed and die.]

[ God, it's so jarring -- Shuichi is so hopelessly honest compared to him, and Ouma can't help but to pause in what he's doing for a second to blink down at him and his answer. Hearing that he didn't like how things ended, especially, seems to strike a chord with Ouma.

It's not like Ouma liked it himself, but he never expected a mutual feeling out of it or anything. If that's what this even is...he doesn't think Shuichi regrets it at this point, hopefully, but maybe Shuichi's looking for a reason not to regret it. Is that how this is? Ouma sort of thinks anyone should inherently regret interacting with him, but...he simultaneously wants Shuichi to keep interacting with him. A lot.

Ouma tilts his head at Shuichi, pulling out something in a smaller, personal bottle that seems custom designed to be discreet -- it says "Monokuma Silk" on it though, so take that as you will. ]

I mean, I'm definitely fooling around. There's a whooole different game going on, and I'm not even paying attention to it right now! All because I like Saihara-chan a little too much...

[ Ouma admits, waving the bottle in front of Shuichi's face. ]

I found this in that room last night, by the way.

[He's hopeful for a moment, that brief look of surprise that crosses Ouma's face maybe meaning so much. So of course, he deflates a little when Ouma decides to do his normal shit and beat around the bush, only half saying what Shuichi thinks he might actually mean here. For just a second, the disappointed expression on Shuichi's face overpowers the self-consciousness, and he can actually meet Ouma's eyes enough to direct that look his way.]

You know that's not what I mean.

[It's not that he thinks he can change Ouma. Or even that he should, really. Would Ouma even be the same person if you took away the lying and pranks and constant misdirection? Even suggesting he quit all of that seems wrong, somehow.

But even knowing all that, he still can't help but feel a little frustrated that Ouma has to give him a hard time about this, of all things. Hell, Shuichi probably would have just taken Ouma's claims of fooling around the worst way possible if it weren't so directly contradictory to what he'd say just a few minutes ago. Sure Ouma must know by now that his shitty self-esteem will override even logic where this matter is concerned?

Shuichi sighs, trying not to let himself be distracted by that little bottle or what he assumes it might be meant for.]

Don't say you're just messing around if you... [What? God, fuck, he doesn't even know how to say this. Sometimes he wishes he could be half as bold as Ouma.] ...if you mean something by it. I just...want to understand, okay?

Yeah?

[ Ouma questions, almost like he's starting to challenge Shuichi.

All of this is a very difficult subject to deal with, especially with any semblance of straightforwardness, which is why Ouma's glad he decided to do so while multitasking. Ouma pops the cap open on the bottle while he continues talking, pouring viscous liquid directly onto his fingers. ]

And what are you gonna do once you fully understand? Once you get it? ...Do you see where I'm coming from?

[ Their relationship has been so much of Shuichi striving to figure him out, to dig into what he's really trying to say -- it's almost uncomfortable to think about whether or not Shuichi would lose interest if he got the answers he's looking for.

Is Shuichi serious? Ouma doesn't know that, either. He wants him to be, but the line between clinical and emotional interest is somewhat obscure. ]

[Shuichi thinks he maybe sees. But only maybe, because what he's picking up from that sounds too lonely, too distrusting. Not that Ouma doesn't have crazy trust issues as far as he can tell, just...

He frowns, eyebrows puling together as he looks up at Ouma with something like incredulous worry.]

What are you afraid I'd do?

[Frustrated, he gives a little tug at Ouma's pantlegs and shakes his head, dropping it back against the mattress with a hard exhale like he's trying to keep his cool here. The look he shoots the little bottle in Ouma's hand is almost resentful.]

I don't get it. Because you won't let me. I'm trying to, but you just...you're trying to distract me, right? You'll fool around with me but you won't talk to me? How am I supposed to take that?

[ As easy as it is to spin Shuichi's words around and spin his own words around and keep things vague, keep things distracted, or even lie about the situation in general, it's hard for Ouma to deal with Shuichi practically imploring him for something substantial here. It causes Ouma's heartrate to pick up slightly, just because this is something that's particularly uneasy and awkward for him -- something he tries to avoid, considering appearing uneasy or awkward isn't exactly a depiction of himself he enjoys putting out there.

Ouma exhales slowly, actually pausing in whatever he's doing at this point, slumping back slightly on his knees as he regards Shuichi with a bit of fatigue in his expression, like he's recalled something unpleasant. A few seconds that seem far longer than they actually are pass by as he considers his words, and his voice is completely even and serious when he ends up responding: ]

...Ditch me.

[ Whether he's answering the first question or the last question, it's unclear -- maybe it's purposefully like that, up to Shuichi's interpretation. ]

Ouma-kun...

[For a moment Shuichi just blinks up at him, stunned to get a real answer and unable to find any satisfaction in it. Not when Ouma looks and sounds so defeated, tired and assuming the worst to an extent usually only Shuichi himself manages.

But after that moment he sits up as best he can, using one arm to support himself. It's kind of against the rules Ouma's laid down, but he's not displacing Ouma from his spot so maybe it's only half-cheating? But he'll take that risk right now. He needs to communicate this as clearly as possible -- he owes Ouma that much in exchange for his honesty. And he can't do that laying passively on his back.

Heedless of the liquid Ouma's poured over his fingers, Shuichi catches that hand with his own free hand and leans in as much as he can, making sure to catch and hold Ouma's gaze. This isn't the time for shyness or hesitation.]

I'm not going to abandon you, no matter what I learn about you.

[That much should be believeable, shouldn't it? He's still friends with Maki. He didn't hate Kaede or Kirumi for what they'd done, no matter how much he disagreed with it. He grips Ouma's hand tight, grimacing only slightly at the slickness that had his fingers almost slipping entirely out of place.]

I don't really...know how I feel yet. [He does color a little to say it, maybe embarassment or maybe shame over his own indecisiveness when he wishes he could give Ouma an immediate comforting truth. But...] And I don't want to say anything I don't mean with absolute certainty. I don't want to risk lying to you about something like this, even by accident. But I can't figure anything out if you won't let me be your friend first.

[ Ouma might've pointed it out if he weren't so immediately stunned by what Shuichi does next. He looks surprised as Shuichi takes his hand (especially with what's on it -- really, Shuichi...), and his face feels a little warmer at the gesture coming out of left field for him. Ouma simultaneously wants to avoid Shuichi's gaze as much as he doesn't -- but a feeling like he might just miss something if he does in combination with how serious Shuichi is right now keeps him fixated.

He doesn't even know how to process Shuichi's words for a good silent few seconds -- at least, until he does, and he smiles a bit sardonically. ]

I'd totally catch it if you lied to me, anyway... 'Cause you suck at it.

[ It's only for a moment, but Ouma squeezes back at Shuichi's hand faintly before straightening himself, his smile becoming more distinct and a little more pep returning to his tone when he speaks again. ]

...But yeah! I wanna be friends with Saihara-chan.

[ Despite everything they've been doing together coupled with Shuichi's multiple attempts here to reach out to Ouma on some more genuine level, it's hard for Ouma to believe anyone would be legitimately interested in making friends with him in return. Of course Ouma's interested -- so is this Shuichi saying they can be friends?? Maybe?? Are there conditions to this?? Ouma's thinking a bit too hard about everything Shuichi's just said now. ]

[As sincere as he's being here, there's a great deal of tension and anxiety bubbling just underneath, held at bay only by how sure he is that he needs to do this. It'd be all too easy for Ouma to brush him off, laugh at how serious he's being, give him a hard time about breaking the rules...

So it's overwhelmingly relieving when Ouma smiles and squeezes his hand. He can't even begin to care about the gunk he's getting all over his hand unnecessarily, or his open shirt and the semi he'd been faintly worried about Ouma feeling despite everything. The tinge of pink in Ouma's cheek and the warmth of the hand in his (underneath, perhaps, a layer of cool slickness) feels real and tangible and solid for once. The tension just drains out of him, shoulders drooping in relaxation, and he tentatively smiles back.]

So...you'll actually let me get to know you? You can't just distract me every time I try.

[Y'know, like with pornos when he's trying to bond over movies.]

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[ As ideal as that sounds, Ouma already knows their situation doesn't exactly lend well to that. Even if he was comfortable letting Shuichi get to know him better (which...he likes the idea in theory, at least), he's all too aware of the fact that he's dealing with a mastermind somewhere. While he feels like Shuichi is probably among the most trustworthy for him out of anyone else here, revealing much in this situation is an absolute no, courtesy of his paranoia.

The cameras and monitors present in every facet of their environment says more than enough.

Still, he wants to give Shuichi something -- a promise of sorts, maybe. Even if it may never get fulfilled. ]

Well, you might learn a thing or two if you keep hanging out with me. But I can't be sharing too much until after I crush this killing game... You understand, right?

[ He's still speaking in an amicable tone as he says all this. ]

So...work hard to stay alive until then, and I'll let you get to know the real me as much as you want!

[Shuichi's smile shrinks by a few centimeters, but...well, that's what he gets for being too optimistic. This is Ouma, after all. A rare moment of sincerity was hardly a guarantee that things would be so much eager moving forward.

And again, this is Ouma. That's just as likely to be fishing for answers of his own as it is deflection. Shuichi pauses for a long few moments, turning that one over in his head and picking what significance he can out of it. It sounds like Ouma's just brushing him off, avoiding any kind of actual commitment, but...]

...It doesn't have to be all at once. I can wait. [He nods slightly, like he's confirming that much to himself as well, and squeezes Ouma's slippery hand in his.] Just promise me we'll both get out here alive so that can happen, okay?

[Ideally, everyone still left can get out alive. But he knows Ouma doesn't care much for that Kaede-level optimism and trust in everyone.]

I'm gonna live anyway, so no worries there!

[ Ouma shrugs, sounding pretty carefree about the whole survival concept, even if it's his fixation on it and everything surrounding the game that's partially got him being evasive in the first place. Partially.

He is also just terrible at opening up or being fully comprehensible at the best of times.

But his affirmation toward living is more or less his roundabout way of agreeing to Shuichi's promise. ]

But it's good to know you've got patience with something... 'Cause you broke my only rule, y'know.

[ He finally points this out. ]

[Ah. Right. Shuichi shrinks in on himself slightly at the reminded, looked properly abashed. He doesn't regret it, but. Well. Ouma is right.]

Uh...sorry. I just--

[Wanted to be as sincere and straightforward as possible, with eye contact and everything? It sounds dumb even in his head. He cuts himself off before he can stammer his way through any awkward excuses, and just...starts to lay himself back down.

Except he pauses halfway down, still propped up on his elbows, as something occurs to him.]

But...I mean, I said I wasn't sure yet, so...you don't have to...

[He trails of, coloring and he glances away. It was kind of Ouma's own request, but...he'd said himself that he hoped Shuichi was serious too, right? Not to say that Shuichi's just fooling around, of course, but it strikes him as kind of disingenuous to just ignore that imbalance while Ouma does...whatever he's planning. Shuichi isn't really sure, but the lube implies certain possibilities.]

[ Ouma kind of rubs his fingers together after Shuichi lets go of his hand, thinking that Shuichi really didn't have to grab that hand, but it's too late to really complain about that. His fingers (or entire hand now, thanks to Shuichi) still maintain enough slickness, so he's just going to leave the bottle tossed to the side and-- watch Shuichi not fully return to his position yet.

Ouma's pretty quick to scoff at Shuichi's words, answering almost a little arrogantly: ]

I know that.

[ He doesn't have to do anything because he's in control of everything, okay. Or, that's how he prefers it, anyway.

After saying that much, Ouma uses the hand that isn't slick to abruptly grab at Shuichi's crotch with a fair amount of pressure. ]

But you want it, right? [ A beat, and then to ensure Shuichi fully understands-- ] ...I want it.

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[The yelp that escapes him at the sudden crotchgrabbing is probably not sexy in the least. It's hard to say whether his sudden furious blushing is from embarrassment or the action itself. He sinks down a little further, more limp weakness in response to the abrupt groping than obedience this time. Ouma's reassurance, too, is...well, reassuring, but he still struggles to get his reasoning out. Just to be sure.]

I j-just... [ fuck it is so much harder to get the words out smoothly with a hand on his dick, jesus ] ...I don't want to take advantage of you.

[He kind of definitely wants it, even more so with his flagging arousal from watching Ouma earlier being so quickly and aggressively revitalized. He just...doesn't really want to admit how much he wants it, as much out of emabarrassment as hesitance to guilt Ouma into doing anything without thinking it through all the way.]

[ Ouma grins at that reaction, relaxing his grip slightly for a second...only to grope him again, even firmer this time as he effectively grasps along the outline of Shuichi's dick through his pants -- it's easy, since he's noticed Shuichi's already got half a boner going on. Ouma's pretty amused by that, too. ]

Is this from when you were taking advantage of me earlier...?

[ Call out post.

Although Ouma's clearly not bothered, and he's not going to repeat himself. He does let go of Shuichi's dick a few seconds after saying that, though. ]

But if you wanna make it up to me, you can start touching yourself. That way, you can put that stuff on your hand to good use, too!

[Called the fuck out.

Shuichi looks properly ashamed now, and the only thing keeping him from outright apologizing his the vague recognition that Ouma's being facetious. He's not serious, it's just an excuse to tease him, Ouma is very openly into this and just getting a bit of revenge, but...fuck. Goddamn. The heavy petting really doesn't make it easier to reason his way through that mess, and ironically nor does the sudden removal of the hand on his dick right as he's really starting to come to attention.

Lips pressed together tight to clamp down on any other unintentional noises, Shuichi directs his gaze to the side towards the blank blue TV screen, unable to even look at Ouma like this. He really can't even think of protesting that horribly embarrassing request without feeling like a scumbag. And here he thought last nights encounter could kill him through sheer humiliation. Think again, motherfucker.

It's too long an uneasy, hesitant pause before he lifts his lube-slick hand, clenching his eyes shut like he could shut out his audience and all everything else here making this so much harder. He can just...try to pretend he's alone, like Ouma isn't a noticable and distracting weight on top of him. He works at the closures on his pants with a delicate touch, unwilling even like this to dirty them too much with the mess on his hand, and then slides his fingers below his waistband.

This would be easier if Ouma didn't have such an unignorable presence.]

[ Ouma had something else he wanted to occupy himself with, but Shuichi being this flustered is just really good and stirring up his own interest again, so he's going to savor this a little first. He can't help that it's kind of fun to embarrass Shuichi, okay.

While Shuichi is taking his sweet time in starting what Ouma asked him, Ouma's going to duck in a little closer, tentatively placing his clean hand on Shuichi's waist. He's going to go ahead and finally taking advantage of having Shuichi's shirt open at this point, pressing his lips in an open-mouthed kiss against the center of Shuichi's bare chest.

His presence...probably isn't going to get any easier to ignore here, unfortunately. ]

[Yeah, Ouma is definitely not someone who can be easily ignored in the best of situations. Not that this is necessarily the worst, despite how much Shuichi thinks dying right now might be easier on him.

But any progress he has made in the way of zoning out is immediately lost as he feels Ouma's waist at his waist and soft lips and hot breath on his chest. Shuichi's breath hitches, his jaw tensing with the effort to keep his mouth closed and all noise muffled. He clean hand grips the bedspread beside him, pretty sure that touching Ouma back here would only make the company that much more noticeable.

It would be easier to pull himself out of his pants and boxers entirely. It's not like Ouma hasn't seen it already, after last night. But this feels like so much more a display, even with Ouma taking the initiative to involve himself more directly, and thinking of it leaves him feeling a little dizzy. Or maybe that's the arousal. Either way, he takes what tiny bit of modesty he can, working his hand around his shaft beneath the fabric of his underwear and slowly stroking himself. It's a very different touch from the one he used on Ouma -- firm enough, sure, but nothing he'd call rough, moving in even (if slightly shaky) strokes and at a somewhat more sedate pace.

And as hesitant as he looks in many ways, the movements of his wrist are familiar and practiced. He's definitely a normal teenage boy in that regard.]

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