Refrain

Fluke

Ouma tried to make himself as small as possible, hiding away in a secluded part of the library. His face was deep in a book, although he wasn't actually reading it. Saihara had been in the corner of his vision since he first entered. He thought his disguise was working well, he looked inconspicuous enough.

Even though Saihara had a book with him, he kept occasionally glancing towards the doors. Ouma inferred that he was waiting for someone, but who could he be waiting for? A girl?

His eyes caught Saihara getting up from his seat to move somewhere else. His gaze followed him across the room until they landed on Iruma, who was beckoning him over with some sort of strange contraption. He hadn't noticed her there until Saihara had started talking to her. They chatted for a while, the conversation appearing to be more one sided than anything as Iruma yelled at him. Saihara talked for a bit too, and Ouma cursed himself for not being close enough to hear them.

Near the end, the blonde had whipped out the weird contraption again and thrusted it at Saihara. He caught it with his hands, an adorable look of confusion and bewilderment on his face. He moved it under his cap to get a better view of it.

When Saihara moved the weird thing up, Ouma had gotten a closer look. It was long and purple, with spikes all over it and a wooden handle at the bottom. It was oddly tube shaped, but the top rounded out nicely, even with the sharp spikes. It reminded him of a...

It was a dildo. Why was she giving him a dildo?

His eyes widened when he saw the ecstatic, nearly crazed look of ecstasy on Iruma's face. She had her arms tightly wrapped around herself, as if she were trying to control her desires to pounce on someone. For some reason, Saihara was still there, attempting to give the thing he received back to her. She wouldn't budge, as she was still trying to keep her hands to herself.

Sensing danger, Saihara slowly stepped back as Iruma stood up. He began walking towards the exit, his calm walking suddenly turning into a sprint as Iruma closed in on him. They disappeared behind a bookshelf, and out of Ouma's sight.

It was only after they were gone that the boy noticed the book in his hands was no more. He had snapped the cover in half, taking all the pages with it and ripping several of them. One of the sharper edges nicked him in the finger. He practically bit his thumb off, drawing more blood out of the wound in pure frustration.

He probably would've ended up letting out a groan, if it weren't for the people still in the library. After licking his cut once more, he tried his best to salvage the book and placed it back on the shelf. Hopefully no one would notice.

He quickly exited the library, thinking he could find Saihara again, but he had already disappeared. Sighing in defeat, he went back to his room.

When he was there, he immediately made a beeline to his bed, not even checking if his door was properly locked. He buried his face in his elbows, before turning to his Amami statue. It was hanged up on the wall, dangling upside down and by the feet.

He absentmindedly began poking it on the forehead, unknowingly causing it to sway back and forth. The ropes holding it were secure enough to withstand his assault, but it seemed that it would eventually fall if he wasn't careful. Predicting it, Ouma took the statue down and placed it beside him on the bed instead. He cuddled it with all his might, not minding the hard stone poking into his stomach.

"What should I do to make Saihara-chan notice me...?" He mused while hugging the statue.

- - -

Kiibo made his way to the library to look for something to read. After a nice and long charging session, it was routine for him to settle down with a good book. Even if they were trapped in an enclosed space, there was no way he could stop studying.

The topic he had in mind for the day was space, courtesy of Momota. He was told that they had books on the subject at the library. Kiibo was fascinated by the wide variety of options they had there. For a place that was essentially a prison, it was quite convenient.

When the library came into view, he began walking a bit quicker. He wanted to have as much time as possible for his learning. Opening the door, he found that there weren't many students left in the room, but there were lots of bookshelves filled with different subjects. It would've usually been difficult to find what he was looking for, but Momota had informed him of where the section was.

Kiibo went straight towards the back of the library until he saw the space tag at the top of the shelves. He wanted to research astronomy first, so he went into the first shelf.

He grabbed the first few titles that interested him, placing them under his arm so he could hold more. Near the end of the aisle, he caught a glimpse of the cover of a red book. It looked like the spine had been cracked in half.

He reached for it, pulling it out to take a look. Upon release, the book unexpectedly flew open, causing him to drop it in shock.

Kiibo set down his other books to look at it. Some of the pages that were torn out fluttered to the floor, while the clumps that were still barely attached fell heavily. The cover wasn't completely destroyed, but significant damage had been done to it. It didn't look like the book had been destroyed on purpose, but then again, someone had placed it back on the shelf...

He recalled seeing Ouma yesterday, hiding behind the pole. A hole about the size of his hand was found imprinted deep into the metal. Kiibo had a feeling that he was also responsible for ruining the book.

Picking up most of the book's components, he brought it with the rest of his collection. He had no idea why Ouma was going around destroying things, but he wouldn't let that deter him from reading.

There was a comfortable looking couch near the front, so he decided to rest there. He sat down, the cushion dipping beneath his weight. It was soft enough for him to bounce on. He opened a book on constellations, flipping it to the table of contents.

All the chapters were on different topics, telling the reader basic information on stars and the pattern of which they appeared. He reviewed the titles, wondering which page he should go to first. Just as he was about to start reading up the different types of constellations, the library door burst open.

"IS ANYONE IN HERE?!" Momota shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. He looked up and down the room, before finally seeing Kiibo at the front.

"Momota-kun, what are you-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as he was cut off by Momota dragging him off the couch. The book he was reading was tossed aside to the floor.

The astronaut began running with Kiibo in tow, "No time to explain, just come with me!"

He tried his best to keep up with Momota, but failed to do so. Kiibo eventually let go of him, telling him that he'd catch up soon. He didn't think Momota had heard him, but that was fine. He followed him, jogging at a more leisurely pace.

Their trip eventually led them to a theatre. The door was only slightly open, but Momota fixed that by nearly breaking the door off its hinges. Kiibo stepped in with him, taking in the room's interior. He had only been here once since coming to the building, but he had never gotten a close examination of it. Maybe now, he could.

Because there on the ground lay Ouma, face down in a pool of his own blood.