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Ouma covered his ears as the words bashed into his bruised knuckles, engraving themselves into his head, he never felt more disconnected from his body and mind before now. He didn't know what was the truth, what was a lie. Funny, coming from someone who's lied all their life. Still. He couldn't tell.
"Koa! Koa are you even listening to me?!" Ouma's father's voiced boomed.
"M-my names not... My names not Koa! It's Kokichi..." Ouma covered his mouth, he never talked back. Ever.
A sharp pain on his cheek and in his heart buried it's way throughout his thoughts, plaguing his mind like sewage. It was set. His father didn't care. His father didn't care at all. He still seen Ouma as his little girl.
"Stop actin' like that tranny shit you seen on tiktok. You ain't gonna be a boy. You're just a straight asian girl, now put somethin' on that ain't a hoodie. Get your act together. You're 18 fuckin' years old, I could kick you out and noone would bat an eye. Fuckin' sick faggot."
Ouma's heart broke, tears pricked at his eyes. His body acted faster than his thoughts as he started to run, his phone in hand, out the front door and into the streets. The only person he could go to was his boyfriend's house, Amami. His mind was set. Go to Amami's house. With tears running down his face and a bright red, sore, cheek, he knocked on Amami's door.
It didn't take long before a sleepy looking Amami appeared at the door, at first he seemed confused, but as soon as he heard a single sniffle from Ouma, he wrapped his arms tightly around him. The embrace only made Ouma's legs give out entirely, he was sick of running. His belly hurt, his head hurt, and his legs were jello. Amami picked him up as gently as possible, making sure to lock the door as he carried Ouma to his bedroom. Amami's sisters were very invasive, so he tried to stay quiet when talking.
"Sweetheart? Hey now... What's going on?" Amami's soft and gentle voice put Ouma's mind at ease.
"My.. M-my... Dad..." Ouma managed to blurt out. His eyes filled with more tears as he leaned into Amami's chest. Soft, warm hands made their way to Ouma's back, the calming way Amami circled his hands over Ouma's spine, he always knew how to calm Ouma down.
"It's okay... It's.. Okay... I promise. You're safe here... Do you want to talk about it?" Amami asked, his voice as sweet as honey.
Ouma gripped Amami's back as it increasingly became harder to breathe without choking on his pitiful sobs. He was a mess, he hated it. Why was he so vulnerable? He hated it so much. He should just be- strong! Strong like his friends... Like his partner, Amami... But. He knew he couldn't be. He would never be as strong, smart, and safe as they were. For hells sake, Ouma was a highschooler. It may be his last year, but hes still a kid. Being cradled and babied by his partner was embarrassing... He promised to never show this side of himself, but, it showed.
"'Ki-kichi... Hey... Breathe... Okay? 1... 2.... 3.... deep breath..." Amami cupped Ouma's cheeks as he spoke, guiding Ouma through every second through the agonizing pain. Ouma listened, taking a shakey, deep breath. "Now.. Let it out, through your mouth..." Amami added. Ouma let out an icy cold breath, looking up to Amami with a trembling frown.
"I-I don't know... What to do...." Ouma stumbled out. His mind was still an absolute blabber mess, more than usual, every noise set him back into a dizzying state. Everything was just too much, Amami seemed to take notice.
"Shhh..~ It's okay... Just... Lay down with me for awhile... Okay? I'm going to ask a couple questions... Just shake your head, I don't want you to strain your voice..." Amami smiled ever-so-slightly, kissing Ouma's forehead as he laid him down. Ouma stuck his tongue out, quickly pulling Amami into a tight hug.
"I'll... I'll... I'll be fine... I promise.. I just.. Just wanna talk to you..." Ouma sighed. Buring his face into Amami's chest. He hated being quiet, being quiet was boring... And boring was bad, but talking made his head spin. He was confused. He didn't know what to do.
"That's okay... Anything that makes you happy, sweetie..." Amami smiled, planting a gentle kiss on Ouma's cheek. "So... What happened exactly..?"
Ouma frowned, sighing. "Well... He kept,, deadnaming me... And I-... I-I yelled at him... He... He kinda hit me... A-and... said I'm just a straight asain g-girl... He called me a fag and.. th-the... T slur..." Ouma stumbled on his words as his eyes watered again, Amami watched with his heart shattering at every second.
"'Kichi... It's all going to be okay... You're 18... You can stay here with me, y'know? I can tell my sisters to leave you alone for awhile... If you'd like that, of course.." Amami cupped Ouma's cheek, giving him a smile.
Ouma smiled, "That... Would be nice..."