SaiOuma/OumaSai OneShots

Pray For Your Life (Slight lime)

((// Suggested by @gremlimdetective ! Thank you!<33//))

//I know you said as an asshat-- but hopefully you don't mind me making him a lil more crazy---//

((Please note that I head canon Shuichi as insane not because he likes danganronpa, but because I imagine them to all be opposites in-game,,,-- and since Shuichi is one of the most sane out of them all-- I guess it would make sense,,,))

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(ᴛɪᴍᴇ: 𝟽:𝟹𝟸 ᴀᴍ, ᴋᴏᴋɪᴄʜɪ/ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ)

((// 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫-- 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬--//))

((𝐓𝐖! 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐡𝐦- 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭-//))

Ouma approached the school yard quietly, silently begging for mercy.

But in that moment- his poor prayers would not have been answered, for luck never truly was on the male's battle field.

Kokichi Ouma, a normal- average high-school student. His blackish-purple hair swayed in the  cold breeze, a strange feeling of dread - mixed along-side a horribly calm feeling. Like nostalgic memories flowing back at once- filled his senses as if he were flooding from the inside out.

Ouma really wasn't anything special, good grades- no particular talents. 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙊𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩.

Which is the perfect reason as to why the boy had been so confused. So confused as to 𝘸𝘩𝘺 a child born into fame was so utterly indulged with the boy.

Shuichi Saihara, a detective prodigy. A brat. A spoiled, stupid brat. Shuichi never worked for anything- all of it was fed to him like a buffet on wheels- or baby food, since Kokichi had been convinced time and time again that Saihara clearly didn't grow the hell up.

The 'detective' was around 5'7. He stood far taller than our current protagonist- which aided him into striking pure fear upon Kokichi. He was defenseless against the taller male. The possibility that he'd make it out of this was gone. Kokichi would never be free from his stalker's trap.

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"Kokichiiiiii!~" a familiar voice cooed after him, a slight lustful tone gracing the other's lips. Ouma froze, his though process muddling up. Seriously? This early?

'Fuck, what does this crusty ass how want now!? Dammit...' And with unhealthy thoughts, he stiffly turned toward Saihara. If glares could kill, the prodigy would be a whole lot more than dead right right now.

"And what do you want?" The smaller boy hissed, venom spreading through his tone like colour dye in an open wound.

"Well well, no need to be so rude!~" the boy huffed, crossing his slender arms while turning his head towards his left.

'Great. Now I have to deal with this asshat.' Ouma growled, squeezing his purple eyes shut- hoping the other male would just disappear.

((// I have three smut chapters to write after this. 🥲//))

"Jesus. Cmon then, but follow me to school again- I will drink every last drop of piss in your bladder." This seemed to excite him further, much to kokichi's horror.

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Shuichi trailed closely behind the uncomfortable teen. Kokichi had just sat himself quietly upon a brown wooden desk, the rest of the classroom turning out to be a dull grey colour, Much like Komaeda's jacket- have we introduced Nagito yet? 

((Also I'm colourblind, don't kill me :D))

Nagito Komaeda was, and still is- like a protective parental figure to the smaller boy. Nagito often kept Ouma at his house, him being the only person in which Ko trusts- and being the only person who believes the 5'1 quiet kid.

And god, did he pray that his soul could rest literally anywhere but here.

And almost as if Satan himself heard the younger male's prayer, the familar giggle echoed behind him.

''Psst, Ouma-Kun!~'' the purple-haired boy growled, furrowing his eyesbrows. Proceeding with an exhausted sigh, he turned to face the other.

'' What!?'' He hiss whispered. Some students glanced in their direction, but then continued the activity.

Saihara passed him a note, much the Kokichi's surpise.

He opened it, only to soon regret it.

''𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒??<33


ℐ 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒!~''

𝒴𝑒𝓈                                                                                        𝒴𝑒𝓈''

Ink splotches drowned the paper, his handwriting hard to look at. Everything gave him a major headache. Ouma was incredibly sick of Shuichi's bullshit.

Kokichi circled the 'no' in Know- just to spite the other teen. Ouma handed it back to Saihara slowly, a smirk on his features.

Shuichi hurried to open the letter, before a most terrifying look dawned on his face. The violet-eyed child felt scared- knowing he had fucked up.

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The bell rang loudly, whilst Ouma sprinted outside Hope's peak's massive metal gate. But something- something with incredible strength pulled him towards a nearby bush.

'' I read that note, you know. I didn't find it funny.'' The person cooed into his ears, the cold air causing him to shiver- and turn a light pink.

''L-let me g-go...'' he replied, knowing it was Shuichi behind him. Not only did Ouma recognize how Saihara's voice lowered in octaves as to intimidate the poor kid- but he had noticed Shuichi's grey sleeve dig tightly to his own waist.

''Cmon kitten~ let me show you how much love I can give!~'' Shumai spoke quietly, as to not alert the passing students. Chances of being caught through the massive bush area were low, but never zero.

''Fine. You get one chance, Shuichi.'' The boy grinned, before tackling the taller male straight into the bush, Kichi can't say there was a lack of enjoyment- but he would prefer if the event lasted just a second longer.

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