Here it is you thirsty Ouma people. More of the little shit you all love and adore-
I'm kidding! Leave me more requests! Preferably girls bc GIRLSSSS. Requested by enix9301
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"Orange! It's Orange, Ouma-kun!"
"No! Grape, for sure!"
A normal day at school was unfolding as usual, but it quickly took a turn for the worse. I was thirsty, so I decided to purchase my favorite soda, Orange Panta. While I thought such an event would pass by under the radar, I seemed to have sparked something in my classmate Ouma Kokichi, who was quite fond of Panta as well. However, he enjoyed the grape variant better, a fury igniting when he found out I preferred orange.
"Why are you even arguing with me about this?!"
"You're wrong! Orange Panta is just wrong, (y/n)-chan!" The short boy balled his hands into fists, his brow furrowing angrily.
"Well, if it's wrong, then I don't want it he right!" Suddenly, Ouma frowned, a small snivel coming from his nose. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, turning away from me.
"You're a meanie, (y/n)-chan," he whimpered before walking off. I could only watch in horror as the boy disappeared down the hallway. After standing there dumbfounded for a short while, I realized that I should go and follow him.
I found myself in the park, spotting the short boy from a mile away. I stormed over to him, opening my mouth to speak.
"Oh! (Y/n)-chan!" Ouma exclaimed happily, a wide grin on his face.
"Hey, I'm sorry that I upset you-"
"Don't apologize!" He yelled as if nothing happened. I sighed awkwardly as the boy let out his signature 'nishishi' chuckle. I collapsed down onto the nearby bench, the half-consumed bottle of Orange Panta that I had bought earlier still in my hand.
"You should get rid of that trash," he murmured softly, placing a small hand on my shoulder.
"Wha- that's so rude!"
He laughed, and I quickly downed the rest of the bottle before throwing it into the recycling bin. He sat down next to me, kicking his feet in the air. I shook my head and let out a tiny sigh.
"Why are you down?" He asked in a concerned voice.
"I'm not.." I grumbled.
"I'll cheer you up, (y/n)-chan!" The purple haired boy exclaimed in delight. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand place itself on top of mine. I craned my neck to find Ouma staring right at me, a sinister grin on his face.
"Why is your hand on top of mine?" I wondered out loud, blushing as he laced his fingers with mine.
"Would you want me to put my hands elsewhere?" He smirked deviously as he delivered his absurd question.
I smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "Definitely not."
He then began to sulk. "Come on... I'm your leader after all! I'll even take you somewhere else..." he pleaded, his voice growing softer with each statement.
"No, not gonna happen, and no." I shook my head, prying my fingers away from his grasp. I then slung my bag over my shoulder and stood up. "I think I should go..."
"I'm sorry, (y/n)-chan!" He cried. "Don't leave! Let's spend some time together!"
Despite desperately wishing I could leave, I found myself being dragged by the short boy in the direction of the dormitories. I figured resisting would be futile, so I just decided to go along with it. When we arrived to the door with his faceplate, he unlocked it with the click of his key.
"Jesus..." I mumbled, awestruck at his dorm room. Empty Panta bottles were scattered everywhere, the walls even painted purple.
"I think we need Kirumi-chan to come in here... you need some serious help..."
"It's fine by me!" He laughed, coercing me to sit down on his purple sofa. I sprawled out on it, closing my eyes for a few moments. When I opened them, I was startled by the sight of Ouma on top of me.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I exclaimed, him still not climbing off of me.
"Good morning!" He exclaimed in an eerily innocent way.
"Get off of me!" I pleaded, the boy hesitantly complying.
"What do you think of my dorm room?"
"I think I should get going," I murmured, standing up from the couch. He looked at me sadly as I strung my bag onto my shoulder.
"Wait! Before you go!"
"Yes?"
I was suddenly shocked by his lips crashing into mine. He bent me over backwards, kissing me roughly. I kissed back, his chapped lips touching my softer ones. My face turned bright pink as he began to move his hands around my body.
After what felt like infinity, he finally pulled away from me, a shit eating grin on his face. "Do you still want to leave now?" He asked gleefully.
I flushed bright red as I shook my head. I threw my bag on the floor, making eye contact with his amethyst colored eyes.
"I guess... I can stay for a little while longer."
