~Infatuation~ [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

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3RD POV woooooosH~

Saihara laid on his couch, the house filled with an eerie silence. He was used to it at this point. His parents overseas again. This was the third year in a row they'd miss his first day of school. He didn't let it bother him. Granted this year was kind of important since it was his first year of high school. Even remembering high school made Saihara irritated. He pulled out his phone and messaged his friend Akamatsu. It felt strange to call her that. Neither of them really preferred to be in each other's company. But they really didn't like anyone else so they just kind of fit.

Akamatsu Bitch

What's up bitch?

What now reject?

I'm bored wyd?

Sitting here talking to your lame ass.

Wanna hang out?

Fineeeee 😒

😐

Be there in a few.

K.

Saihara waited patiently. He started at his bag, which now had three new Danganronpa keychains attached to the zippers and a couple new pins. He remembered the day he bought them
Flashback woooooosH~

Saihara walked into the store. He was basically back to school shopping. He got the essentials. After that he went to the section where he knew they had Danganronpa merch. At this point it was a tradition to get at least a couple new keychains and stuff. He looked around a bit and his eyes suddenly locked on someone; Ouma Kokichi. He was browsing the area with a woman who looked exactly like him. Saihara panicked a bit. He knew the boy and had a strange infatuation with him. They'd only ever talked a couple of times, so this feeling made no sense to him. But nonetheless he was obsessed with the small boy. But not the way portrayed in movies and anime. The way that makes you think about them almost constantly. The way that makes you want to protect them at all costs. He looked away, trying not to seem creepy. He snuck glances over at him and the woman he assumed to be his mother. Ouma noticed him and flashed him a genuine smile and waved. Saihara flushed and hesitantly waved back. He grabbed his keychains and pins and headed to the check out. He waited for them to leave the store. He followed them home, making sure they got back alright, returning to his own home. He smiled remembering how cute Ouma looked.

Flashback end wooooooSh~

Thinking back to that made Saihara's heart flutter. He wanted to see him again. Hell, if he was being honest he just wanted him. He didn't understand this feeling but he assumed this is what being in love was. What started as a crush on the new kid in sixth grade became whatever this was heading into ninth.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his daze. Akamatsu. He ran and opened the door. "Sup fucker." She greeted, sounding a bit irritated. "Not much, sup with you bitch?" He replied, with a similar tone. "Just walked my happy ass to your shitty place. So what is it you wanted to do exactly?" She asked. "Uhh, wanna watch Danganronpa?" He relied. She sighed annoyed. "I guess since there's nothing better to do." They both sat on his couch as he found a season to rewatch. The whole time they'd randomly hurl insults at each other. Saihara questioned why he even wanted to spend a single second with her. After a couple hours, she headed home with a "Later piss baby".

Saihara decided instead of sitting around he was going to go check on Ouma. He snuck to the nearby area. Climbing up a fence panel thing covered with vegetation he peered in the window. There he saw Ouma at a desk drawing. He was listening to music, singing along with the lyrics. He didn't have a bad voice. Saihara recognized the lyrics. It was 'I don't love you' which was a My Chemical Romance song. If he wasn't in love before, he certainly was now. Finally the late hour caught up with him and he turned off his lights and went to bed. Saihara watched him for a moment before realized how weird this was. Not to mention he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He jumped down and headed home. He wondered to himself why he just didn't talk to him. Well he knew why in a way. He attempted to, but failed miserably due to sudden anxiety. Not this year. He thought to himself. This year I have to talk to him. I have to finally have him.

Saihara put on comfy clothes and flopped onto his bed. He hoped that maybe tonight would be the night he falls asleep. He hadn't slept in almost four days, and to say he felt shitty would be an understatement. He felt like a corpse. Or like something that just couldn't die yet, but was just barely hanging on the brink of death. He felt his eyes flutter. Before passing out he remembered Ouma and how precious he was. "I love you Ouma" He whispered to himself as he passed out.

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Heyo! Welp that's the first chapter. Kinda shitty ngl. Hopefully it'll get better in the next couple chapters. Thanks for reading. Love you guys stay hydrated! <3

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