꧁★𝐎𝐮𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐢★ 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐚!𝐊𝗼𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 ꧂

12.5

I really wanna give this book another try, I don't wanna delete it and I don't wanna disappoint you all by restarting, so instead I'll give you a drabble of how I'd rewrite this story now. Let us begin, shall we?

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"You know Kokic-...Ouma-kun, I wonder how you got your Ultimate title." Saihara broke the silence in the dining hall.

"You mean my Ultimate talent?" Ouma tilted his head, stuffing some more of Kirumi's omelette in his mouth. "Well, it's easy to explain how one gets the title of "Ultimate Grim Reaper", you reap people." Ouma answered skeptically.

"No, no, he's got a point." Momota joined in. "You don't even have a scythe or anything, and you look too scrawny to be a Grim Reaper!" Momota boasted, soon stuttering over himself, "N-no offense..."

Ouma sighed, rolling his eyes as he pushed away his empty plate. "None taken, although you never know, I could just be a ghost coming to drag you back to hell!" Ouma giggled, sending shivers up Momota's spine.

Momota practically jumped out of his seat, "F-FOR REAL??!!"

Maki clicked her tongue irritated, "Stop rilling him up you brat, God you're making me wish the old Ouma was back." Ouma flinched at her tone.

"Calm down, I'm sure it just..came out wrong." Saihara shook his head, defending Ouma. Although his voice slowly became weaker when he realized most of the table staring at him.

"W-what's with the look?" Saihara squeaked.

Ouma giggled and covered his mouth with his sleeve, "D'aaawwww, Saihara cares about me! You know, I love you too!"

Saihara dropped his drink on the table, luckily nothing spilled out, "L-love?! I never said love!"

"Saihara loves me, Saihara loves me!" Ouma laughed shaking Saihara's chair as he just hid his hands in his face.

"God damn todays gonna be hell." Maki groaned, banging her head on the table. Momota came to pat her back in reassurance.

Hopefully the rest of their time here would be this cheerful.