~Infatuation~ [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

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3RD POV woooooosh~

*Beepbeep! Beepbeep! Beepbeep!*

For the first time in years, Saihara was excited to hear that alarm. That signified it was time to stop staring at the ceiling and get ready because today was the day he was going to Ouma's house. He got ready eagerly. For the first time in a while when he did his eyeliner he made sure it was perfect. He grabbed his bag, a cup of coffee and excitedly headed out the door.

Akamatsu knocked his hat off. "How's it hangin lover boy?" She greeted teasingly. "Whats up bimbo?" He replied. "Well, you certainly got prettied up. What's the occasion?" She asked. "Whys that your concern?" He replied. She scoffed. That started an insult war. They yelled back and forth, saying things like,"Fuckin piss ant" "Mega cock lord" "Bitch boy" "Piss whore" They continued to hurl insults at each other until Saihara heard a familiar giggle.

"Nishsihi! You two are so funny!" Ouma said brightly. "Hey Ouma-kun!" Saihara greeted brightly. "Good morning Saihara-Chan!" He replied. "That's my cue. Later Fuck Face!" Akamatsu said, running off. Ouma examined Saihara for a moment. "Wow Saihara-Chan, you look great today." Saihara felt his face heat up and his heart rate increase rapidly. "T-Thanks.. You.. You're um.. You're pretty.. I mean uh-" Saihara stammered. "Nishihi! Thanks Saihara-Chan." Ouma replied. Saihara noticed a very distinct shade of pink forming on his face. He took this as a good omen. They continued walking, Ouma making small talk and carrying the heavy weight if the conversations. Finally they reached the entrance, Iruma waiting there. "Good morning Ouma-kun! Morning Saihara-kun!" She greeted. They both greeted her and they walked up to the rooftop.

Resuming their spot from yesterday on a bench, they made more pointless conversation. For a very brief moment Saihara felt at ease. But of course, things couldn't stay that way.

"Hey faggot!" A voice yelled. Momota approached angrily. Harukawa followed behind. "Momota-kun, please stop.." She pleaded. "Shut up this needs to be done!" He barked back at her. "You got something to say to her?" He asked heatedly, implying Harukawa. "No...? Am I supposed to?" Ouma replied confused. "About your little daddy issues drama. What happened yesterday has had Harukawa-chan messed up! She keeps acting like she needs to apologize for something that doesn't concern her!" He yelled. "She should apologize! That was uncalled for!" Iruma replied. "Shut up skank, this doesn't concern you!" He hissed at her. Saihara looked over at Harukawa. She looked like she was going to burst into tears. "Please Momota-kun, this doesn't need to happen!" She said desperately. "Yes it does!" He yelled. "Dude she asked you to stop." Saihara said. "Fuck you! I don't really care what she says, he needs to apologize so that she can stop beating herself up!" Momota yelled. "Apologize for what?! Her insensitivity? She should be beating herself up! Judging from what I saw yesterday Ouma does that enough of that to himself because of that man, and what she said was totally uncalled for!" Saihara replied heatedly. "Saihara-Chan.. You don't have to involve yourself.. I'll just apologize." Ouma said meekly. He went to stand. "No. You aren't apologizing for something that doesn't render one." Saihara replied gently. "She should be the one apologizing." Momota shot him the dirtiest look he could muster. "Don't try and flip this, that little fag has to do it." Saihara glared. "Wow.. You really are a himbo.." He said. "What was that, punk? I don't think I heard you right." Momota said coldly. "I said you really must be a fucking himbo. You must be incredibly fucking stupid to think that something like that is okay, and that he should have to apologize for it. You are absolutely fucking dense!" Saihara yelled. "Mother fucker!" Momota raised his fist. "Saihara-Chan!" Ouma cried.

*Smack!*

Saihara stood there, shocked. "Ouma-kun!" He yelled, running to his side. There he laid on the ground. He sat up and coughed a few times. Immediately he coughed up blood. "What the hell was that for?!" Harukawa screamed. "I should've done that a long time ago..." Momota spat. "I hate you Momota-kun!" She cried, running away. "Harukawa-Chan!" He yelled. Something about seeing Ouma in the state he was in made Saihara lose sense of who and where he was. Reality seemed to shift in a way. He wanted to see Momota suffer. He wanted to see him bleeding on the floor, begging for mercy. He hurt Ouma, so he deserved indescribable pain and torment.