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They’ve made it into a game.
Ouma would laugh as people would try and outsmart him. Each and every time, they failed, and he succeeded. He watched as their facial expressions fall as he takes down their game, and walk away, snickering as they instantly throw a fit. Ouma snickered as this happened, and walked away. Feeling like he won.
The only person that hasn’t tried is Saihara, and Saihara just ignored everyone’s complaints. Laughing as them as well, as they complained about Ouma. He loves the attention, but at the same time disappointed by the lack of Saihara trying.
Maybe he knows that he can’t outwit Ouma, which makes him happy yet sad he comes to that conclusion. How come the detective can’t outwit him? He should be more fun to play with, damn it.
Ouma shrugged it off, before walking off to see what he can discover on his own while investigating this killing game.
It wasn’t until he heard Saihara call out to him. He suddenly felt happy.
“Is Mr. Detective gonna play with me now?” Ouma smirked, “I’ve already won, since you took forever to get to me. Game’s over, nishishi!”
“I’ve come to congratulate you!” Saihara cried, clearly excited, “I’m not interested in playing a game like this, it just isn’t fair.”
“What, so not even the detective can outwit me!?” Ouma whined, “How boring! I can’t be the smartest kid in this killing game! Oh wait, I am! I lied!”
“You’re right, you are!”
Ouma seemed taken back. Saihara seemed genuinely smitten by just him alone, which did make him feel a little self conscious. He decided to brush it off, smiling.
“Of course I am, dummy!” Ouma cried, but snickered, “You’re too stupid to know who’s smarter, and who’s not! What kind of detective are you?”
“You’re probably right.” Saihara brightened up, “I’m probably not half as smart as you, Ouma-kun.”
Saihara-chan insulting himself? He can’t have that.
“Maybe you’re a lot smarter then the group here, but you never know!” Ouma said, grinning, “No one would want to see that ugly face of yours, Saihara-chan!”
“I-I’m not pretty?”
Ouma immediately turns around, only see Saihara almost pouting at this point. Wrong turn, idiot.
“I lied, Mr. Detective!” Ouma cried, almost wanting to strangle him there, if he didn’t care so much. “You know who I am, right? You’re an even bigger idiot for forgetting that! Nishishi!”
“O-Oh, you’re right!” Saihara immediately agrees, “You’re definitely a lot smarter, Ouma-kun!”
Is he trying to piss him off!?
“What kind of detective are you!?”
“An apprentice detective.” Saihara spoke, seeming honest, “I’m not a full fledged detective, like you think I am.”
Silence.
This is a challenge.
“You did poorly during Akamatsu’s death.” Ouma spoke, smirking, “If we’re gonna go through this killing game, we need a much better detective! Not an apprentice, Mr. Detective! With you, the game will be boring!”
Saihara gave a sad smile. A smile Ouma can’t stand.
“Just kidding!” He spoke, “I lied. You actually did pretty well for Akamatsu-chan’s death! Of course, that might be a lie too.”
The sad smile stayed for a while, before he looked around. He leaned in to whisper.
“C-Can you do me a favor?” Saihara whispered. “Don’t say that often?”
Ouma blinked, as Saihara smiled. After a while let out a giggle. A sound Ouma grew to like.
“If you bring me a book from the library, then I’ll believe you.” Saihara spoke again, “Okay? Any genre would do.”
“Okay!”
Ouma waved him off, as he ran to do what Saihara asked.
It wasn’t until after he got the book that he realized what he had done.
Ouma stood in shock, as he stared at the book in hand. He somehow outwit him. Him. Out of all people!
Silence.
He didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there for a while shaking it off. No, no, that’s not what he did. Ouma just wanted to cheer Saihara up. That’s all. That’s not what he did at all. He left the library to go and find Saihara.
Saihara did not trick him at all. Ouma is merely trying to help. That’s it. That’s all. He did not pull any sort of trick what so ever.
He ran into Saihara, and handed him a book. He looked at the book, before brightened up.
“I’ve been meaning to catch up on this book.” Saihara spoke, patting Ouma’s head, “I believe you, thank you so much, Ouma-kun.”
“What’s that boring looking book about, anyways?”
“It’s about a zombie apocalypse.” Saihara simply spoke, looking at the book, “I read it before, but never finished due to unfortunate consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Saihara giggled, “Alright?”
“Promise me?”
“No promises.” Saihara spoke immediately after Ouma spoke, as if he was ready for that response. Which surprised Ouma. Saihara leaned down to give a peck on Ouma’s forehead, “I’ll make it up to you another way, Ouma-kun. For bringing me a book.”
Ouma began to feel flustered, as Saihara walked away, with a giggle.
He stood there for a minute, thinking about all the possibilities he could have Saihara make it up to him.
Who cares if Saihara tricked him.
He said he’d make it up to him in the end.
What should Ouma have Saihara do to make it up to him?
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