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The thing that Ohma had found he liked best about the Kengan tournament was the free, unlimited food. Ohma could approach any vendor and ask for what he wanted without having to pay or beat the shit out of them for it. Not having to pay for or hunt for his food lifts a certain weight off of Ohma’s shoulders and the feeling is indescribable. Food was the most important thing to Ohma, and it was the only thing he concerned himself with worrying over--or so he thought.
You had dragged Ohma to the pool party that Mestudo had thrown to celebrate the beginning of the tournament, and he had only complied because he knew that he’d be able to eat and relax while you were occupied with the other girls on the island. What was better than sitting back and ogling you in your bikini, all while stuffing his face with all the free food he could get his hands on?
Ohma had isolated himself in a corner of the tiki bar that Mestudo had set up by the deep end of the pool, leaning his elbows back on the bar as he watched you and Kure Karla wade in the shallow end of the pool, undoubtedly talking about him.
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“So how’s the sex?” Karla pressed, waiting with her eyes glued to yours in youthful anticipation. You avoided her eye contact and laughed a little, looking for a potential escape.
“Karla, aren’t you a little too young to be asking me questions like that? Like, how old are you, sixteen? Should you be asking me stuff like this?” You cautioned.
“Yes, but, it is the duty of members of the Kure clan to make strong children--so I’m always on the lookout for a strong guy...and Ohma is just perfect!” Karla said, wading even closer to you in the water so that she was practically leaning on top of you. The look in her eyes was more than youthful anticipation; it bordered on obsession. You couldn’t even feel jealous, the poor girl was sixteen.
“Karla!” a small voice called from behind the two of you. You both turned to find Erina running over to the edge of the pool and extending an arm out to Karla. “Let’s go eat! I heard they’ve got spicy onigiri!” And with that temptation, Karla accepted Erina’s arm and the two of them were on their way to the buffet before you could blink.
“We’ll catch up later, y/n-kun!” Karla promised, waving back to you as Erina dragged her along. You breathed a sigh of relief as you settled back into the cool water, thankful that you had been saved from Karla’s curiosity but weary because you knew she’d make good on her promise. She’d be back.
“They shouldn’t have all these kids running around an adult party, huh?” A deep voice said from behind you. You turned just in time to see Hatsumi Sen lowering himself into the water and wading over to you, a lazy smile smeared across his face. You turned back around, pretending to not have heard or noticed him, making it your new objective to find Ohma, but Sen was still diligently making his way over to you.
“Y/n, how’s it been?” Sen asked smoothly. You could feel his chest against your back and you shivered slightly at the contact. This is not something you’d want Ohma to see. Especially, since it was Sen, who would make advances on you almost every time he saw you.
“Hatsumi-san, why don’t you just cut to the chase?” You said with a sigh, turning around to look him in the eye. You made sure to cross your arms over your chest to block his prying eyes from your body.
“Are you still with that Ohma kid?”
“Of course.”
“Ah, y/n, you’re too good for him. He’s so boring and hard to talk to. You should get with me--I can definitely show you a good time.” He pressed, leaning down so that his face was inches from yours.
“HatsumiSen, couldn’t you find another woman to pick on other than mine?” You looked over your shoulder to see Ohma, standing a little ways away from the edge of the pool, a passive smile playing on his lips.
“Ohma, it’s a pool party. Why are you still dressed like that?” Sen regarded Ohma with his eyes, scanning his outfit up and down. Ohma was wearing what he always wore: jeans and a shirt that was just the right amount of tight.
“I wasn’t planning on swimming,” Ohma approached the pool so that the tips of his shoes were off the edge, his hands stuck in his pockets, “but I won’t hesitate to get in the water to beat the shit out of you.”
Sen blew a snort out of his nostrils, thick shoulders shrugging a bit before turning away from you and Ohma. “As simple-minded as ever, I see.” He didn’t have time to deal with Ohma just to get to you, it was just too much work for the lazy man. “Call me if you ever drop that dead weight and want a good time, y/n.” Sen called to you over his shoulder before wading away to the other end of the pool, his attention seemingly shifting from you to another bathing suit beauty.
You swam over to the edge of the pool where Ohma was standing and put your elbows up on the ground. “Don’t look so upset, babe, you know Hatsumi-san can’t keep it in his pants.”
“He’s so annoying. I hate that guy.” Ohma droned, refusing to meet your gaze. He watched Sen curl an arm the waist of a girl he’d never seen before, leaning close to her so that his lips were almost touching her ear as he whispered something to her. Ohma’s fists tightened of their own accord--what if Hatsumi had put his hands on you? What if he hadn’t seen Hatsumi approach you. What if —
“Ohma?” You called to him, an eyebrow raised at his furrowed brow and tightened fists. Ohma finally looked down at you, just now noticing how your bathing suit hugged your body in all the right places and left almost nothing to anyone’s imagination. Ohma’s throat tightened as his eyes continued to roam around the body that he knew well.
“Where’d you get that?” Ohma managed to choke out.
“Get what?” You questioned. Ohma gestured to your bathing suit and you looked down at yourself, blushing a bit.
“Oh, I’ve had this forever. We’ve just never gone to the pool or beach or anything yet so...I guess you’ve never seen it.” You looked back up at him, noticing the pink hue to his cheeks. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah. But so does everyone else. So cover up.” Ohma cleared his throat and turned on his heel to leave the pool area, his back turned to you. “Or, if you want a good time, meet me in the hotel room.” He turned his head halfway toward you, the corner of his lips curling up into a sly smile. You could not push yourself up and out of the pool quick enough.