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Ouma Kokichi didn't know what he was doing with his life.
It wasn't like he wasn't doing something, as he was in a huge college after graduating from Hope's Peak Academy; as the Super High School Level Supreme Leader. He had his friends all the way back from when he was five, all nine of them, and the friends he made in high school just a few years ago. He was about nineteen years old, taking a sociology course as his major, and criminology as his minor (it helped him be closer to his beloved, which was why he picked it in the first place.)
In fact, he was in his dorm room right now, a few minutes after his boyfriend, Saihara, of about a year left. He had begged and begged for him and Saihara to apply for the same university so they wouldn't have to be long distance, and the other boy hesitantly obliged. In the comfort of his dorm room, he had no audience. He was lucky enough to get a room without a roommate, so he was alone on most days after classes. Alone, in his fourteen square meter room, staring at the ceiling with a blank face.
To be fair, he had no goal throughout his life. He always kept going with the flow, only adapting and changing his personality to where it was today when he was about nine years old. He knew what happened if he stayed quiet in this world full of bad people, especially with how scrawny he was—they'd pick and poke at him until he bled and begged for mercy. They'd take advantage of his weak spots, making sure that they could control his every move if he ever made one single mistake.
He learned that very quickly in life, which is why he never let anyone in besides his family. He was completely fine with just them, as he trusted them with his life. But that didn't mean he wasn't prepared for a backstabbing to happen. He built every single wall of his very intricately, he placed it with his own bricks and mortar, making sure there wasn't a crack to be seen. No one could truly know Ouma Kokichi. Maybe they knew the lying, tricky prankster that never gave up his horse laugh, the Kokichi that bullied the weak and never backed down on his own beliefs.
But was that really him? Did he himself even know who he truly was inside? Maybe he was that prankster persona in his heart, he had always gotten a kick out of watching people squirm. A handful of people always told him he was a bad person, but he never paid any attention to it. He had already known that when he fought back with one of his grade school bullies until they cried, and he got sent home. He was used to people crying because of his words—the nasty, vile sayings sometimes he couldn't control; they would sneak up on him and beg him to put people in their place, to make sure who the best person was and always would be.
But even all of that has started to become stale. Like a moldy piece of bread that was standing out on the counter for far too long—and maybe that made him stale in return. But Ouma Kokichi was not boring in the slightest, and he'd rather die by his own hands than become stale.
But did he really want to change his ways for some people he somehow managed to like? For someone as stinky as Iruma, or someone made of bolts like Kiibo? (He wasn't really made out of bolts—or any metal at all, but it was funny to imagine.)
To be honest with himself, he had no clue on what to do with his life. The vast empty pit in his stomach and heart grumbled to be filled again, but he had no idea how to fill it back up. The closest thing he's ever usually gotten was with Saihara.
Ah, Saihara-chan, he thought. Beloved. Mister Detective. How he completely adored and somehow despised the way the other boy made him feel.
He honestly wondered why Saihara hadn't left in the first two weeks of them being together. Somehow Saihara came up to him without his normal hat and a nervous red face, and declared his feelings towards him—"Suki desu. Tsukiatte kudasai."
At the time, he thought it was a joke. Maybe Saihara had been dared by someone to confess to his most disliked friend. But as he chuckled and giggled at the supposed prank, telling him to just quit it already; Saihara seemed more nervous and scared, instead of just embarrassed. Then it clicked, and he honestly didn't remember what happened next. He wasn't very good with his memory, even with important things like this. He did know that a little bit afterwards, he threatened Saihara's life if he ever left him, but the boy only laughed then.
He's never been emotionally stable, especially with Saihara around. He can't help but want to be around him every second of the day—he wants all of his attention even if Saihara was really annoyed with him. He can't go an hour without thinking about Saihara in some way; maybe it would be about his nervous smile he usually does when he's trying to be nice but failing, maybe it would be the thrill of Saihara looking at him with furrowed brows, deciphering him like he was a lab-rat. Normally, he'd metaphorically kick someone's ass if they ever looked at him with the intention of "I can fix him," or, with the thought that they could even come close to figuring him out before they called it quits.
But Saihara was always special. He never did it to soothe his own ego—Kokichi could tell he was genuinely curious, and he hadn't stopped even after about three years of dead ends. He knows that one day Saihara will leave him, but no one has ever made it this far for him, and he can't help but love the other man to death for it. He can't help but think about the time Iruma called him an "attention whore for Suckhara," and he thinks at that point it was probably true. Didn't mean that he wanted to hear it out of her filthy mouth in the first place.
He knows that Saihara will leave, but he doesn't know when. And frankly, despite his brain telling him to be ready at any point, he doesn't want to think about it at all.
He huffs a dramatic sigh, a performance for no one but himself, and tried to crack the bones in his back but failing miserably, making him feel a tinge of irritation. To combat his pathetic thoughts, he should get started on his homework that was due tomorrow and was given to him a few days ago. In fact, he had a lot of assignments to do, so he better get to it if he didn't want to get kicked out—that would be an insane and interesting newspaper headline. "Hope's Peak Graduate gets kicked out of university because of a mass amount of incomplete assignments." It would definitely bring a riot, normal people stating that Super High School Levels shouldn't get the special treatment if this is what they were doing in the real world.
And he didn't want to lose his closeness to Saihara, so he got up from his bed and sat in his chair right in front of his desk. His busted up cheap laptop was already there sitting on the desk, and he blinked the gunk out of his eyes before he started to get to work.
—
Shuuichi was really enjoying life at the moment, especially when he was dating the one he knew was truly for him.
Ouma Kokichi was wonderful. Even when the other boy was screaming his head off because of Gonta’s Lab accidentally having all of its bugs released back at Hope’s Peak—even when he’s threatening Shuuichi’s life with that creepy smile of his. Even when he was pushing Shuuichi away in the most brutal way possible, spouting lie after lie even he couldn’t tell the difference. Just to get Shuuichi to go away. Shuuichi loved him.
All the way back when they were at Hope’s Peak (that felt so long ago now, even if it was just a year ago they graduated,) Shuuichi had to accept that he liked Ouma romantically, after countless nights of thinking about the weird boy, after days upon days of hearing so many other people say “that guy?” with disgust on their faces whenever he asked about Ouma. He had to come to terms with the fact that he even liked boys romantically.
But he was so glad that Akamatsu was there to hit him in the head and scold him, then afterwards comfort him—telling him that even though Ouma can be a jerk, liking him, liking boys in general was okay. There was nothing wrong with it, she said. And he was eternally grateful for that talk they had.
Because if he didn’t get that talk, he wouldn’t be able to live with Ouma’s laughter when he really finds one of Shuuichi’s jokes funny. He wouldn’t be able to live with Ouma’s rare but genuine honesty when they’re alone. He wouldn’t have been able to be let in with one of the most beautiful and interesting people he’s ever known.
He wasn’t afraid to say that he loved Ouma Kokichi, no matter how many weird stares he would get from friends and strangers alike. He knew that there was nothing wrong with it.
And it was because of that love, that he noticed that Ouma was overworking himself the past week. Everytime Shuuichi tried to hang out with him, he’d get a “sorry Saihara-chan, I’m working on a project rn!” Or, “mr. Komaeda has given me 500 essays to work on!! maybe later!!” It was seriously worrying.
Some people might say that Ouma was probably just lying about working, but Shuuichi knew better. Ouma would never use work as an excuse, but come up with more of a grand lie. He’s been told that the other boy was in Vegas in the United States, he’s been told that he was currently housing Yumeno’s five tigers, etcetera.
He was worried, and that’s why he was at Ouma’s dorm room with a bouquet of purple heliotrope flowers and a half-assed plan to get his boyfriend to wind down. He knew that whenever Ouma forced him to stop working, the boy would do anything in his power to get him to do anything else; even blowing an airhorn in his ear. That’s why Shuuichi didn’t feel sorry for his plan.
He dug out an extra dorm key that Ouma gave him from his pocket; then he knocked three times to let him know that he was coming in. He knew the other boy was in there because Ouma never left his dorm room after about nine p.m, and if he did, he would text Shuuichi before he left. It was currently ten, and Shuuichi had to force himself to come here so he didn’t just leave it for tomorrow. He wanted to fix the problem now.
When the lock clicked, he pushed the door open, and he was expecting Ouma to be right against the door like he did everytime he heard someone (read: Shuuichi, because he was the only one with an extra key) coming into his dorm room. He was surprised to find out that Ouma was in fact not in front of the door with those pouty kissable lips, but at his desk over a computer and a messy desk. Ouma was holding his head in his hand with closed eyes, like he had a headache. His mouth that seemed to be able to seduce Shuuichi in any way possible (maybe he should stop thinking about Ouma’s mouth, or face in general—) wasn’t open or even smiling at all. The sight made Shuuichi feel upset about Ouma’s habit even more, seeing how different he was.
Shoving his keys back in his pocket, he closed the door as quietly as possible, moving the flower bouquet in one hand while he walked up to his boyfriend. Said boyfriend didn't seem to notice Shuuichi was there yet, and he got his answer when he placed a hand on Ouma’s shoulder while calling his name in a whisper.
Ouma flinched slightly, opening his eyes sluggishly, and that was when Shuuichi knew that something was seriously wrong. “...Saihara-chan?” Ouma yawned, looking up at Shuuichi with his cute face. “Whatcha doin’ here? This is my private property, y’know. I could get you killed.” At least he’s fine enough to make jokes, Shuuichi thought.
“That’s a lie.” Shuuichi smiled, gently placing the bouquet of flowers into Ouma’s hands, seeing his expression turn from sleepiness into surprise. He had the pleasure of Ouma’s cheeks turning from pale white to rosy orange at the gesture of giving him flowers, his lips turning pouty. “I just wanted to check on you since I haven’t seen you in a week.” Shuuichi said before Ouma could say anything, seeing the other boy’s eyebrows furrow from the question. He knew that his boyfriend wouldn’t take an “are you okay?” seriously, so he had to be discreet.
“I’ve been doing business work.” Ouma looked at the flowers in his hand like he knew what the each individual flowers stood for, and Shuuichi wouldn't put it behind Ouma to have researched it before. Shuuichi didn't mind if Ouma knew what the flowers meant in the first place. Shuuichi knew he was lying about what he was doing, and his brain was trying to make up things to say so he could continue on with his plan.
“We both know that your organization wouldn’t put that much work onto you, and would never let you do it all by yourself.” Shuuichi countered, gently placing his hand on Ouma’s cheek and lifting it up so they could look at each other. “Why don’t you take a break? We could... ah...” Shuuichi couldn’t help but stutter and blush, “...hang out over on the bed.”
—
Curse Saihara-chan and his slutty eyelashes and his big hooked nose that is way too adorable to ignore. He must be an incubus.
Kokichi looked at the way Saihara was blushing, his red blush contrasting with his dark skin, and decided that if he was an incubus, then he would be a terrible one since he can’t talk about sex ever without getting flustered. But, that apparently doesn’t apply to Kokichi at all, since he still finds it endearing seeing how rosy Saihara's cheeks get. He knew what the other boy was implying—on one hand, he wanted to just ignore all of his feelings for Saihara and the feeling of emptiness he can’t seem to escape, but on the other…
Saihara was looking at him with those dumb hopeful eyes, thumbing his cheek, rubbing it softly in small circles. He was waiting patiently for a reply, and Kokichi glanced down at the flowers in his hand.
It was a big batch of purple Heliotrope flowers, wrapped in a lilac colored wrapping paper, tied with a pretty white bow. The way that the wrapping job and bow were poorly done made him think it wasn’t just something Saihara bought at a store—but that the man had made it himself. Heliotrope flowers meant eternal love, devotion, and admiration. There was no way Saihara didn’t know flower language, since on their first date Saihara gave him a bunch of different flowers with meanings that fit him and the other to a T. He then spent an obsessive amount of time researching flower language so he could one up Saihara on their second date (which he totally did.)
If he knew what “hanging out on the bed” meant, he really didn’t want to ignore it. Maybe it was a good thing to distract him from these feelings—plus, he and Saihara had only ever done it twice before, and it was insanely good both of those times. It wasn’t counting the times they fooled around though.
Kokichi laughed, “Nishishi, you’re so perverted, Saihara-chan.” He slipped back into his mask, trying to hide the way his face flustered, but he knew he did a terrible job when he saw Saihara’s eyes soften. He always looked at him with love in his eyes, Kokichi never knew what to do with it. "Who's forcing you to say these things? Is it Akamatsu-chan? My beloved is never this smooth." He pouted, and he could see the mild confusion on Saihara's face.
"No one's forcing me to say anything, Ouma-kun." He gently pulls Kokichi up out of his chair, still holding his cheek while looking down at him. "I just want to spend some quality time with you, that's all."
Kokichi hummed in disagreement, "How about you show me some other quality time we could spend together?" He practically purred, secretly hitting himself in his mind. That was so unbelievably corny, Saihara was going to look at him in disgust and then he'll just be boring and stale to him—
Instead, Saihara snorted. "That wasn't even clever." He said. "But alright, if you insist..."
Kokichi didn't even realize that Saihara was slowly walking them towards his bed before he got pushed down softly, Saihara appearing above him with the most lovesick smile on his face. He bit back a gulp.
“I saw that you were overworking yourself...” Saihara started, but not without a subtle blush to go with it, inching closer to Kokichi on the bed, while also pushing him to rest his head on the pillows. Saihara gave his cheek a quick peck before pulling back and letting them meet each other’s eyes. “So I wanted to, uhm, help you wind down.”
“What, are you gonna suck my dick or something?” Kokichi blurted out so that maybe Saihara wouldn't notice the increasing amount of blood reaching to both his heads. That was what usually happened when he had Saihara on top of him. That was unimportant. What was important though, was the way that Saihara was acting was very interesting, to say the least. Unfortunately, Saihara taking control and being unpredictable seemed to turn Kokichi on and make his stomach rumble with butterflies.
As expected, Saihara's flustered state went worse at the comment, but he didn't say anything Kokichi was expecting him to. "If you want... then yes," he mumbled, looking into Kokichi's eyes with a small smile on his face, "but I want to appreciate you in a more... hands on way." Kokichi didn't have any time to say anything before Saihara's hands located to gently touch each sides of his neck before slowly going over his shirt and then settling down on his hips. Saihara leaned down to give Kokichi a chaste kiss on the side of his lips, before speaking again in a whispered tone. "Is this okay?" He was looking at him with a soft smile, but Kokichi could tell that he was nervous by the way his eyes shifted away from his and instead looked around his face.
Kokichi was either going to move away to somewhere far, far away from Japan or kill himself. Preferably the latter. How could someone like him, the virginest of virgins ever, get him so hard from just a little touching? Saihara must've poisoned him and made him braindead.
"Uh... yeah. Whatever." He stumbled on his words like an idiot, not that Saihara seemed to care. The boy on top of him immediately pulled him into a soft kiss that barely touched their lips together— that didn't mean Kokichi didn't enjoy it like he enjoyed all of their kisses. The hands on his hips tightened their hold as they both leaned in closer to deepen the kiss. Their mouths slotted together nicely, dancing in a practiced way only the two of them knew.
It didn't take long for it to become more passionate and forceful, Kokichi's own hands coming up to loop around Saihara's neck. When Saihara pulled back only a tiny amount so he could breathe, Kokichi tried not to smirk as he forced Saihara towards him and plunged his tongue inside. The small confused hum he got was worth it, and he knew that he had Saihara in his palm when he leaned in further and connected his tongue with his own.
As they kissed for a few more minutes, Saihara's hands slowly went up from his hips to under his shirt where he groped his chest. Kokichi couldn't help but shiver from the sensation, breaking away from the kiss and pouting at Shuuichi. "No fair." He huffed.
Shuuichi just tilted his head with mock confusion. "What?" He thumbed the other boy's nipples, knowing exactly what he was doing.
Kokichi groaned to hide the moan that threatened to come out while Shuuichi kept gently touching his nipples under his shirt, rubbing them against his thumb in a slow manner he knew Kokichi loved. "You're su~ch a..." He was cut off by his own shaky breath as Saihara pinched both of his nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger, twisting them a bit. "Stopppp!" Kokichi whined, but he made no move to shove Saihara off. He kept his hands spread away from his body while slowly tightened his hold on the bedsheets.
When Kokichi looked back to see Saihara's reaction, he was expecting for the other boy to look more nervous, maybe realize that he was acting a little out of character. Unfortunately (but fortunately) for him, it seems that Saihara wasn't thinking about that at all. He was looking at his body, most prominently his chest, which was slowly moving up and down from how hard he was breathing. Kokichi closed his eyes, moving one of his arms to cover his face more out of embarrassment. He was already so worked up for absolutely no reason. He was dead. Gone.
"Hey..." Saihara took his hands off the other boy's chest, and instead moved the shirt all the way up to rest on his collarbone, so nothing was being hidden from view; afterwards, his hands moved back to rest on Kokichi's hips. Kokichi tried to squirm away from Saihara's sight, knowing the way his body looked. It was a little too skinny for his tastes, and he had absolutely no muscles— which he knew Saihara liked, based on his old crush on stupid Momota in high school. But Saihara just tightened his hold on his hips to make him stay. "Could you look at me? There's no need to be embarrassed." Saihara said.
Kokichi only moved his arm to peek a little at Saihara's face, which was something that he could only describe as love sick. "There's so many reasons to be embarrassed when you look like you're about to eat me!" He tried giggling to lighten the tension, but it sounded a little too awkward. Curse Saihara Shuuichi and his stupid cute face, catching him off guard.
"That's a little..." Saihara didn't finish his mumbled sentence before he moved one hand from his hip to his arm to gently move it back down to the mattress. Unlike earlier, he made sure to stare into his eyes. "Just stay still for a little, can you do that?"
"Of course I can, who do you think you're speaking to—?" He lets out a little squeak when Saihara immediately pushes his face into his neck and starts with gentle kisses to his pulse and around. Kokichi softly groaned, leaning his head up so Saihara could have more room. Saihara knew well that Kokichi's neck was one of his most prominent sensitive spots—he usually never liked anyone touching it, even his own family. But the way Saihara slid his wet tongue across his pulse, the way his mouth latched onto somewhere near his clavicle; it made him give a full body shiver that he knew Saihara felt. Pair that with the slow but steady rubs to his nipples with calloused hands, he knew that he wanted some action down near his other head fast.
"Sai~hara-chaaaan..." he moaned, smirking at the small hum Saihara gave him while still sucking on his neck. He was going to have pretty bad bruises after this because of Saihara's vampirism. "Why don't we speed this up a little—ya'know—?" He yelped for the second time that night when Saihara bent his head down to kitten lick his right nipple. Kokichi glared at him with a giant pout on his face, but Saihara could see the way his forehead was sweating and his cheeks were rosy.
"Like I said earlier, I want to take my time with you." Saihara must've really wanted to taste him, as he kept on licking different parts of his chest, more importantly his nipples, giving them constant stimulation. Kokichi was sure Saihara was getting this new jerky and mischievous side from hanging out with him too much—even then, it made him so turned on he wanted to push Saihara off and ride him until they both passed out.
Kokichi groaned, false irritation echoing in his voice. "That's nice and all, but I feel like my dick's gonna fall off if I don't get any attention down there..." Saihara stopped his attacks on his body to stare at him for a few moments. Kokichi was confused on why the other boy stopped, until Saihara sat up to take Kokichi's shirt off, leaving him partially naked. The navy haired boy then slid his thumbs under Kokichi's sweatpants, keeping them there. There was a very small but obvious tent there, and he would have moved his hips up so Saihara would get the hint to do something already— but his boyfriend's hands were keeping his hips in place.
"I noticed that you were overworking yourself this past week... even at classes, you were listening and taking notes." Saihara started, slowly moving his sweatpants down to showcase his obnoxious red and yellow stripped boxers. "I knew you don't get like this for no reason, so I wanted to figure out why." He looked at him, smiling sheepishly.
Did he really do all of this just to overanalyze me? Kokichi almost rolled his eyes, and instead he just smiled while looking into Saihara's eyes. The other boy stared back, rubbing his hands back and forth on his thighs. He couldn't help but let his legs quiver, twitching them inward to try and cover himself—but Saihara just carefully pushed them back open, like he was handling something precious.
Hah. Him, precious. Kokichi gulped, turning away from his boyfriend's preying eyes. I don't know what Saihara-chan sees in me anyway.
"Well.. anyway, I was thinking about it whenever I could..." Saihara kept talking while his hands moved—he looked down so that he could pull Kokichi's soaked boxers down in one fell swoop, his dick standing up proudly now that it wasn't encaged. He leaned down to give it a small kiss on the tip, which was already leaking with pre-cum despite not having very much action. "And I wondered... do you think you deserve this?"
Kokichi was too caught up in the pleasure of Saihara's breath so close to his cock—he couldn't respond with anything but a whimper. Saihara wasted no time in gently grabbing ahold of his dick and slowly moving it up and down; he squeezed at just the right times and spread the pre-cum all over his cock to make his hand move easier. All the while, his face was still very close so Kokichi could feel his breath as he spoke. "You're the type of person to get attached to someone quickly, but not expect them to actually return your attachment."
That, to which he responded with, "N-No I'm not—"
Saihara interrupted him with a twist of his hand and gentle digging below his foreskin. "I know it's not a lie... but Ouma-kun," he started stroking a little bit faster, now looking up at Kokichi so their eyes could meet. "I love everything about you."
"...H-Huh?" He couldn't help but whimper at the sappy statement and look in Saihara's eyes when he was also touching his cock.
Saihara had the gal to blush, leaning even farther down near his crotch. He flattened his tongue before he licked a stripe from the bottom of his cock to the tip. "You always know when to be straightforward when the situation needs it... and I admire that confidence you have." He went right back to stroking him, but his free hand traveled up his shaking thighs to squeeze them softly. "Despite your hidden insecurities, you always know what to say that'll help but also keep you mentally away from the situation... you're really smart, I-Is what I'm saying..."
Ouma Kokichi was going to die. This was how he was dying. The way Saihara praised him was making his stomach grumbly and his head dizzy—he felt warm and nice, but he also felt so uncomfortably vulnerable. Everything about the way Saihara analyzed him down to his bones made him feel in love but in hatred. He couldn't help but sob and whimper at the gentle but rough pacing at which Saihara stroked his cock, making sure to squeeze every few seconds like he was milking him for his every last drop. His pre-cum was leaking out of control, leaking all over his own thighs and Saihara's hand—but he wasn't worried about that at the moment. He was worried he wouldn't be able to run away from Saihara anymore.
Instead of torturing him with the warm breath of his mouth on his cock, Saihara decided to sit up while still playing with him so they could look at each other nice and close. It wasn't nice–Kokichi wanted to die, because he was under Saihara's loving and caring eyes. But his body seemed to betray his mind; his back arched and he moaned loudly, hands that were originally just being fisted into the bedsheets were now over Saihara's back. He whimpered at the way Saihara's free hand went up from his thighs to his waist, which showed how big Saihara looked compared to Kokichi. The sight only got him painfully harder.
"You're so pretty..." Saihara whispered loudly, like he didn't even mean to say it. Kokichi whined and closed his eyes, trying to fight off the army of tears that had pooled up from the sappy, sappy way Saihara's hand was treating him. He took a shaky breath that ended with a soft moan when Saihara stroked him faster. "And you sound amazing too..." He whispered into his ear, and it was a mystery how the sound of Saihara's voice so close to him, praising him, didn't make him cum right then and there.
"Wh... ah—" a few stray tears fell down, and he hoped to anyone above that Saihara didn't see it—but he knew it was fruitless to even think that he wouldn't notice. "F-Faster...!" He hiccuped, and Saihara didn't disappoint. Hearty moans were coming out of his mouth and being fed to Saihara's ears, back arching off the bed slightly—as if they could mold together and become one. Like Saihara was his other half.
"I love you so much, Ouma-kun." Saihara took his cheek into his free hand without stopping his motions down below. Kokichi opened his eyes to see Saihara staring down at him with a warm and sincere expression on his face. It was only his beloved who could act so sweet while doing something so dirty. "You could never bore me..."
That was all it took for Kokichi to cum all over Saihara's hand and for the tears in his eyes to burst, immediately sobbing. He pushed his face into the other man's shoulders and moaned while taking heavy shaking breaths—humping Saihara's hand in the midst of his orgasm. When it stopped, all that was left was the broken pieces of a sobbing Ouma Kokichi in the hands of Saihara Shuuichi.
—
Shuuichi didn't prey away or get surprised at the outburst, like he knew it was coming all along. It was probably his plan in the first place. He only held Ouma close as the purple haired boy tried to talk, only for it to be interrupted by his own loud crying and shaky breaths. He snaked his arms around him, closing him in a warm hug that he knew Ouma liked.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, Shuuichi rubbing his bare sweaty back softly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he slowly calmed down from his breakdown. Ouma sniffled, burrowing his head deeper into Shuuichi's shoulders while he mumbled something.
"If you want to sleep, it's okay to do that, Ouma-kun..." Shuuichi reassured, knowing that usually after sex or breakdowns, the other would get super tired and sleepy. It was kind of cute, in his opinion. "We can talk about this in the morning, for now, you should rest."
Ouma hummed, but it was more of like a huff. It didn't take much for him to slowly sink into the bedsheets and out of Shuuichi's touch, falling asleep.
Shuuichi sighed, staring at the sight of Ouma's naked body. He got up to go to Ouma's unit bathroom to get a wet rag so he could clean them both up.
He would say that his plan was a complete success.