SaiOuma/OumaSai OneShots

Envy

((// Slight Saimatsu warning //))

((//  All characters are in hopes peak, no killing game.//))

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((// 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝/𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲---//))

//Okay I forgot to mention, slight Amamiibo

ᴋᴏᴋɪᴄʜɪ ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ/ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ

Kokichi couldn't  take this.

Right across the Hope's peak Library, Sat the boy's one and only boyfriend- Ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara.

Flirting with the one and only, Kaede Akamatsu, The Ultimate Pianist. 

Kokichi felt his top row of teeth grind against the bottom row harshly, and if a glare could kill someone, Akamatsu would be a lot more than dead. ''Ouma? Are you okay?'' worry dripped from K1-B0 Iidabashi's mouth, '𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵.' Kokichi hissed mentally, venom filling his imaginary words. '𝘜𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩...' Ouma just sighed. ''𝙉𝙤 Kiibitch. I'm not.'' So much hatred overpowered Kokichi's speach, that both Iidabashi and Amami looked shocked. They don't often get to see the shorter boy's raw emotions.

''Hey Ouma, Chill.'' Rantaro looked kinda disappointed, even if Amami lived with twelve female siblings.

''K- Ouma!? What happened??'' Kiibo squeaked in concern, resulting in an angry shush from the old hag working the place. Ko showed her his iconic, horrifying stare- instantly shutting up that boomer. And as a plus- Rantaro pulled the robotic male closer to his  mucular chest- highly embarassing Kiibo.

''...Anyway, whats bothering you dude?'' Amami shoved a brotherly look in Ko's direction, only for it to dissed.

''Use your eyes, idiot. Look over there.''  Ouma angry pointed a finger towards the smart-ass table, until he noticed it.

Amami and Kiiboy noticed too, and shared one singular thought. Shit.

There sat, on the smallest floor table in the entire  two story library, Shuichi Saihara, linking  warm hands and  gently cuddling Kaede Akamatsu, right there in front of his  enraged boyfriend.

''Ouma, before you something stupid-'' Rantaro quickly stood up without warning, and dropped poor Kiibo. 

But it was too late, Kokichi stormed up to Shuichi and Kaede, rage pilling on every heated step. The two looked at him in confusion.

''Uhm... Hey Ouma? are you...Okay?'' Kaede knew exactly why he was angry- and she felt awful. Shuichi was his boyfriend- not hers.

'' 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩.'' Kokichi hissed, the boy's voice noticably deepened, no emotion other than anger radiated off of him. Shuichi appeared terrified. But still, he stood up to Kokichi. '' D-don't call her that, Kokichi!'' Saihara stood up- allowing Akamatsu to hurry away from the mess she made. Ouma stepped closer to the taller male. ''Fine. Then don't call me Kokichi, 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖.'' He was preparing to leave Shu there by himself, but turned to glare at him, with these final words.

''Don't return to the dorm. Since you love Baka-matsu so much, go fucking sleep with her.'' The Ultimate supreme leader raced off into the distance, leaving everyone's sight. Even the librarian look surprised- Maizono and Chabashira, (Who just entered to see the fiasco turn into a bitch battle) awkwardly scrambled outside of the massive wooden doors.

Amami just facepalmed. ''You're so done shuichi, the kid has trust issues you know? You should go fix that.'' Both the living microwave, and the talking guacamole,- awkwardly held hands whilst they giggled to their hearts content, each footstep lessening in noise.

The tall edgelord rubbed angrily at his the major eyebags sagging on his sickened face. He wasn't mad at Ouma- not at all. Every bullet of anger was aimed directly towards the taller boyfriend, if only he hadn't been such an oblivious idiot.

_Time skip_

Kokichi heard gentle knocking at his dorm door, without a second of thought he knew who it was. ''Fuck off Saihara!'' Ouma called from his spot on the brown, leather couch.

''Ouma please... Let me talk, just for five minutes? I want to apologize...'' Shuichi's voice became muffled through the still closed wooden door. Kokichi got up. He slowed stumbled towards the door- unlocking it and staring dead into Shuichi's eyes.

Black mascara smeared down his pale face, ice-cream smudged on his cheeks. So basically, he looked like a wreck. ''Well? I'm listening.'' The Leader hissed.

''K- Ouma-kun, I'm so sorry! I hadn't even realized Akamatsu was trying to edge me back on, I promise you both her and I are over- I don't love her, I love YOU! I wouldn't be standing here, holding back tears and begging you to forgive me if I didn't! I'm sorry Ouma, please forgive me for being dense...'' Shuichi choked out a heavy sob, before completely breaking down in agony.

Kokichi stared at Shuichi with guilt, he knew the detective was dense as fuck, perhaps he went a little far.

''Sigh... Alright.. I forgive youuuuu... Buuuut!~ You have to cuddle with me. 𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞~'' Kokichi grinned before dragging Shuichi inside.

The detective had never felt so happy to be forgiven.