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Homosexual Harmony
7:58 A.M.
Three people are online.
fuck you all it’s my bf’s bday: ok so today is shumai’s bday. lets just collectively agree that you will not get in my way today, because i am taking him on a date and do not want anyone intervening
choke me with your thighs: …thats the most coherent thing ive ever heard the twink say. damn, you must be serious about that, ha, gay
ultimate wingwoman: i agree with you, ouma-kun! make sure to treat saihara-kun well today, ouma-kun ;)
fuck you all it’s my bf’s bday: is that supposed to mean something?
choke me with your thighs: haha, it means she wants you to get laid for once
goddamnit is online.
goddamnit: goddamnit. Why is this the first thing I wake up to?
woke up and can’t feel my balls is online.
woke up and can’t feel my balls: maki roll! if that’s the only thing you say, your nickname is gonna stay that way forever
goddamnit: …I’d rather have this than yours, thank you
fuck you all it’s my bf’s bday: stop flirting and just agree that you guys don’t mess with us today! i have something super duper romantic planned for us
signing this class up for adoption is online.
signing this class up for adoption: I promise, I’ll try my best to keep the others from interfering. Today’s a special day, after all.
signing this class up for adoption: … and Ouma-kun, did you change my nickname again?
fuck you all it’s my bf’s bday: wow, you noticed! but, you have to agree, you want to do it :3
signing this class up for adoption: I’m really considering it now
fuck you all it’s my bf’s bday: anyways~ im gonna go and meet up with Saihara-chan, remember what I told you guys or I will send my organization after you
ultimate wingwoman: sometimes I forget that ouma-kun kicked saihara-kun out of the chat just for this
Ouma yawns, tossing on his sweater as he slips out of his room. He’s glad he’s exempt from classes today (with Yukizome’s permission), because now, he can spend the rest of the day with Saihara with (hopefully) no interruptions.
He rounds the corner, stopping where Saihara’s dorm is. Unsurprisingly, Saihara stands, waiting there already dressed.
“Shumai!” He calls, taking off at full speed to his boyfriend. Saihara whips his head around, eyes widening, before hurriedly holding his arms out to cushion Ouma’s near-fall. Ouma exhales, then blinks up at other, eyes sparkling.
“I know I already told you at, like, midnight today, but happy birthday, my beloved!” He chirps, nuzzling his chin onto Saihara’s shoulder. Saihara lets out a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms tightly around Ouma’s middle.
“Thank you, Ouma-kun,” he replies, sounding giddy. Ouma giggles, closing his eyes.
They stand there for a few seconds, maybe even minutes (Ouma can’t care to figure out exactly how long), until Ouma taps Saihara’s arm.
“Y’know, as much as I’d like to stay here and hug you, we still have that date I promised I’d take you on,” Ouma whispers, and Saihara takes that as his cue to unwrap his arms from around Ouma.
“Ah, sorry about that,” Saihara mumbles, cheeks colored a light pink. “By the way— where are we going?”
Ouma blinks. He tilts his head, pondering whether or not he should be reveal the location(s), but he decides on keeping it secret for now.
“A lot of different places!” He sings, “but that’ll have to remain a secret for now. Lets go!”
He links their arms together, tugging on Saihara’s sleeve. That catches the detective’s attention, and he nods.
“…Just tell me we aren’t doing anything that’ll get us in trouble,” Saihara deadpans. Ouma snickers. Well, this is one of the rare times he won’t do something that’s probably illegal.
“I promiseeee… now, let’s get going, Saihara-chan,” he whines. Saihara seems to doubt him for a moment, before sighing, a smile playing on his lips.
“Okay, let’s go, Ouma-kun,” he says, voice filled with a strange sort of affection, and Ouma feels his cheeks heat up.
It’s unfair, how something so simple can fluster him, but, for some reason, it manages.
"Aren't coffee dates so romantic?" Ouma chirps, pulling Saihara from around the corner. Saihara lets out a startles sound upon seeing which exact coffee shop Ouma had brought him to.
"...Ouma-kun, I know you couldn't have afforded this with the allowance that Hope's Peak gives us," Saihara remarks, sighing. Ouma sticks his tongue out indignantly, shoving the other towards the door.
"Where and how I got the money doesn't matter, you know. Just let loose today, m’kay?" He says. Saihara reluctantly follows his path, but Ouma swears he sees something akin to excitement in his golden eyes. Well, that shouldn't be a surprise, because this is probably the most popular shop in their area. (Of course, he doesn't care for why, because he has always, and forever will, despise coffee. Though, the strawberry cakes at most coffee places are pretty good, he has to admit.)
(Oh, and, he had saved up for the event beforehand, because he wouldn't stoop to something as low as stealing. What were you thinking, dear reader?)
"Even if you say that-!" Saihara tries, but Ouma pokes him gently in the side, earning him a yelp.
"Just let me spoil you today, my beloved~!" He sings, and doesn't miss the way Saihara's cheeks heat up, flustered.
"Are those the festival stands that are still up from a few days ago?" Saihara asks, peering over the crowd. Ouma hums in affirmation, ducking past a few people.
"You didn't have time cause of your detective exam, right? Thought I might bring you while we still have time, nishishi!"
Saihara looks grateful, happily following him as he leads the detective towards the open area. He knows from past experiences that Saihara enjoys festival foods, so it's only fair that Ouma brings him sometime.
"Oh! I think I see those candy apples you were begging for, let's go grab some!" Ouma calls, snickering in amusement when Saihara gives him an almost betrayed look. Okay, maybe Saihara hasn't begged, per se, but Ouma can at least say it's longing. Surprising, for someone who claims to hate sweet treats most of the time.
"I'm beginning to regret asking in the first place," Saihara sighs. A joke, Ouma can hear it from the tone, and that makes him grin.
"You know you love me, Shumai," he teases. Saihara smiles.
"How could I not?" And, that sends Ouma into another unfortunate bout of gay panic.
"...So, we got on this tree, how do you think we should get down, now?"
Ouma snorts, swinging his legs. Well, good question, because a) he has no idea how he even managed to get up in the first place, and b) he may have a slight fear of heights. Even if they're only about fifteen feet up in the air.
"Well, you can get off first, and then catch me when I jump off," he suggests innocently, batting his eyelashes. That earns him a small laugh, and he giggles. He's kidding, obviously, because he really doesn't want to be the cause of any broken bones on Saihara's part.
"I can get down, and then help you, if that's okay with you?" Saihara asks. Ouma snickers. Ever the gentleman, always asking before doing something.
"However you want to do it, just hurry, cause I kinda need to go to the bathroom," he deadpans. Another lie, but it's funny seeing the panicked look on Saihara's face.
"Ah, give me a moment." Ouma watches as Saihara slowly steps down from one branch to the next with near expertise, and it leaves him wondering for a moment how. Eventually, the detective makes it to the bottom, and he looks up, meeting Ouma's eyes.
Oh. Now, to get down himself.
It seems easy enough to do, but he speaks far too soon. As soon as his foot lands on the second branch down, his shoe- goddamnit, he knew he shouldve worn a different pair- slips on the grainy surface, and a yelp escapes his lips as he loses control of his body, falling. He knows he won't die from his impact with the floor, but damn will it hurt.
To his surprise, however, his fall is cushioned by something soft. He lets out a quiet oomph and snaps his eyes open, only to meet familiar golden-yellow eyes.
"A-are you okay, Ouma-kun?" Saihara asks, seeming worried. Ouma stares in shock, frozen, and feels his cheeks gradually heating up. He was kidding earlier, he really hadn't expected Saihara to end up catching him. He didn't even know Saihara had the strength to!
"Yep. Just peachy," he blurts out. Saihara stares at him, before probably assessing that he’s okay, and he laughs, and Ouma buries his head into his boyfriend's shoulder.
Idiot, he thinks, affectionately. A feeling that still feels foreign to him, if he's being honest.
Unfortunately, their day has to come to an end eventually.
Ouma swings their interlocked hands, yawning. It'd gotten particularly windy today, to which Saihara had to offer his jacket for him to wear. Though, despite everything, there's still a question that's increasing his burning curiosity.
"Hey, how’d you like today?" He asks, giving Saihara a side glance. Saihara tilts his head, blinking, before he lets loose a wide smile.
"...It was really fun, Ouma-kun," he answers. "Thank you, for today."
Ouma feels his cheeks redden at that, and he stares at the other, dumbfounded. While he had expected Saihara to thank him (it's just something that Saihara does), he didn't expect that he himself would be so affected by it.
"Don't expect this to happen very often," he remarks, hiding his internal panic, "It’s only because it's your birthday today." Which is, of course, a lie, because after seeing Saihara so happy today, he's obviously going to continue what makes him happy. Those words don't elicit the reaction he had expected, if he's being honest: Saihara gives him a thoughtful stare, seeming curious about something.
"...What about next year?" He asks.
Ouma freezes, expression going blank. Is... is Saihara insinuating that he thinks they’ll still be together next year? His face steadily heats up, and he turns his head to the side, hoping and probably failing to hold it down.
"Does my beloved think that we'll still be dating next year?" He teases lightly. He notices Saihara fall silent for a moment. Finally. he speaks up.
"...Yeah. At least, I hope we'll be."
Ouma snaps his head in the other's direction, eyes widening. He sees that Saihara cheeks are now colored a light pink, and Ouma bites his inner cheek, holding back the smile that would've inevitably broke out on his face.
I sure hope we'll still be dating next year, he thinks to himself giddily. When Saiihara turns towards him, looking taken aback, Ouma realizes that he may have spoken aloud.
"...Really?" Saihara asks him, almost childishly. Ouma turns around, half-expecting to boil over (not because he's flustered by Saihara, or anything), and wraps his arms around Saihara's insistently.
"Stop being so cheesy, Saihara-chan, you're embarrassing me," he complains half-heartedly, watching as Saihara's lips break into a soft smile. Saihara sidles closer to him, allowing for Ouma to be pressed against the other's side comfortably.
"So, I'm guessing you want to?" Saihara comments, sounding almost teasing. Ouma pouts and stands on his tiptoes, leaning towards Saihara's face right as the other turns his head towards his direction. He already knows he's as red as a tomato, and he supposes that there's only one solution to that. Fight fire with fire, he guesses.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to have to make you do it myself," he huffs, narrowing his eyes. "And, no, that's not a lie."
Saihara seems momentarily surprised, blush intensifying. "O-okay?" He breaths, sounding expectant. Ouma grumbles.
You can be really bold when you want to be, Shumai, he thinks to himself, leaning in to press his lips onto Saihara's.
And, a small thought crosses his mind. For some reason, he knows that they'll still be together next year, and possibly more to come. It's an instinctive thought, but nevertheless, he's happy that he thinks that even someone like him could deserve to be with someone as amazing as Saihara for so long.
Homosexual Harmony
5:26 P.M.
choke me with your thighs: when do u guys think the gremlin's gna let shyhara back into the gc? its been like six hours and theyre still not back ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ultimate wingwoman: make you wonder, huh... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
goddamnit: whatever youre thinking, dont say it. for mine, and everyone else's sanity, goddamnit.