Amasai oneshots (very slow updates)

5- Freak

Tw:small mention of blood, mentions of bullying, insulting
!fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, and i think small smut references(?idk lol)!

Pregame!rantaro x pregame!shuichi
(In love with this duo omg)
Word count: 2149

The harsh but comfortable tension between the two boys felt way too unreal, almost so comfortable it felt uncomfortable. As much as Saihara would never admit to Rantaro's face, he was crazy about him, even has a little notebook where he writes down all of his fantasies involving the greenette and even writing down the fucked up ones with zero shame, always a trembling hand of excitement and drool making its way down his chin. However it is filled with long rants about planned out executions and predictions on character deaths from his favorite series "Danganronpa" as well and boy, would he wish to die if that notebook got out of his sight.

After a couple incidents here and there the two became...well aquatinted with one another, friendship would be quite the opposite of what they have. Rather Shuichi would spend all the time they hang out ogling the greenette while getting smacked and hit and pushed around by the other, but the degrading didn't help his feelings, not one bit, it only made it go more and more south with each insult but he'll admit, being bullied isn't exactly a huge turn on to him, he's actually wuite scared of the younger.

Their usual tense air is always there when the two even pass by each other, and now they're both at Rantaro's place (which is much bigger than Shuichi had imagined) and sitting in a bay window, Saihara tucked between Amami's legs. One leg has been propped up whilst using his foot as support on the soft, red velvet material to keep his leg up as well as the cool wall, his other draped down off the seating area where his other foot rest perfectly on the dark hardwood (and cool) floor.

Shuichi has his legs crossed, his back to Rantaro and an elbow propped up on the window sill just high enough for the shorter to prop his head up into his hand, his fingers grazing his cheek. He almost drooled with the image of it being Rantaro's instead, gently caressing his cheek as the two stared into each others eyes and drinking in the lust and love they have for each other. Rather, he only realized he was indeed drooling and fantasizing as he felt a sharp smack to the back of his head which sent his hat flying off. The pain made him tremble a bit more than he already was, as he kept his focus out the window and even letting out a whimper.

He of course didn't miss the small, whispered "fucking freak..." from Rantaro, and he only got all giddy again. Why Shuichi is so heavily into weird shit such as Amami's constant insulting made no sense to the greenette whatsoever, if anything he found it so damn weird he just wants to use the boy to get any sick fantasies out of his pea sized brain but- well of course he wouldn't do that, why would he ever give in to some random freak he enjoys throwing around? What would he get out of that? And that isn't his thing, more of a Kaito thing.

The feelings about one another are pretty one sided, but Rantaro is slowly letting himself grow on the boy, occasionally asking if he's okay hours or even days later after his usual session of putting the timid and crazed boy down for his interests, especially in Danganronpa and Rantaro being one of his favorites. He even seems to take care of him after he takes a pretty good beating from kaito which is what had led to their current situation, a wore out and bruised Shuichi huddled into the warmth coming from Rantaro's decently fit body.

Speaking of the present, Rantaro let a sigh leave his lips (to which was music to the smallers ears) and let the hand lingering on Shuichi's waist to come up to his own mouth, watching as the warm orange sunset shone bright onto the pale boy below him, causing even his own cheeks to blush which is pretty new to him due to his stuck up and precious ego.