~Infatuation~ [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

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3RD POV woooooosH~

Timeskip about two weeks from where we left off :)

Saihara walked with Ouma, as usual now. Akamatsu seemed to be distancing herself from Saihara, probably because of Ouma. While he despised her in almost every way, Saihara kinda couldn't deny that he missed her, at least a little bit. They arrived sooner than usual, Iruma of course was waiting for them. They greeted each other as normal. As they walked through the courtyard, Saihara noticed the leaves falling from the trees. Between that, and the way the light was hitting him, Saihara felt absolutely dazzled by the way Ouma's eyes were glittering at the moment. He didn't realize he was staring until Ouma looked up at him, confused. Both looked away, blushing like idiots.

As they were sitting on the bench, a girl in their class approached them eagerly. "Nya-ha! Good morning!" She said brightly as she approached. This girl was Yonaga Angie. She was probably the most religious person Saihara had met. She wasn't pushy about it however, she just said she did a lot in the name of her religion. "Good morning Yonaga." Ouma replied happily. "I have something to share, so listen closely." She said seriously, her expression becoming stern.

Suddenly she giggled a bit. "Just kidding! I have invitations!" She said, that cheerful tone returning, rightfully so. "Invitations? To what?" Iruma asked. For some reason, she sounded annoyed. "A party! Didn't you hear? Amami-kun is going to be on the next season of Danganronpa!" She replied. "Oh, yeah I did. I can't wait for the next season..." Saihara said absent mindedly. Angie nodded eagerly. "Nor can I. I want to see how he'll do! Anyways, we're throwing him a send off party since he's leaving this very weekend!" She said, handing each of them a hand made invitation.

They weren't super well done, but they were at the very least aesthetically pleasing. It was obvious she put her heart into it. On it was a greenish color, similar to Amami's hair color. Hot pink was splattered randomly across the small sheet, referencing the blood in the show. She had also drawn a small Monokuma in the corner. Saihara was impressed, but then again, he couldn't draw to save his own life. "Wow, these look great Yonaga!" Ouma said. She beamed. "Why thank you Ouma." Saihara turned it around in his hand. "It starts at around seven, hopefully we will see you then. Have a blessed day!" She said, skipping off.

"You guys goin?" Iruma asked. "Umm.. I don't know. I'm not great in crowds.. What about you Saihara-Chan?" Ouma said, turning to Saihara. He hated parties. He got dragged to one once with a cousin in eighth grade and from that day forward he said never again. But, it was obvious Ouma wanted to go. Plus, he wanted inside information of Amami's strategy to win Danganronpa. "Oh, I don't really like parties, but if you two are going I guess I will." He replied. "Iruma-san?" Ouma asked. "I mean, it's a fuckin party. But if Yonaga's hosting it I'm not so sure." She replied. "Why?" Ouma asked, sounding very confused. Saihara felt confused as well. True, her positivity could be very annoying, but she really wasn't that bad. No where near as bad as Momota. "Cause. Her and that fuckin cult she's in." She said. Ouma rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Iruma. It's not like she's pushing it on everyone. She's not shoving flyers in people's faces saying 'join my cult or else!'." He said, slightly annoyed. "How do we know that's not what this is?" She replied. "Ugh, when has she ever pushed it into you?" Ouma questioned. Iruma blushed with embarrassment. "Exactly." He said. Soon the bell rang. They walked to class silently.

Saihara let his thoughts drift away. He started thinking about the party. It wasn't until tomorrow. He was dying to know how Amami planned on winning. He thought he could possibly share his own insight as well. He felt envious of Amami. He was living Saihara's dream. Well, one of them. All Saihara wanted was to be with Ouma and to get onto Danganronpa. He didn't even care if he won. Just as long as he got to be there. Then he remembered the party part. Loud music, horny teenagers crawling all over the place, most likely alcohol. It sounded like misery. Then again, maybe Ouma could change his perspective. Not that he planned on sleeping with him. Only in your dreams he thought to himself. Maybe at this party he'd finally have the balls to tell Ouma how he feels..