Kiibouma Trash

one day the titles will be good

Kiibo stared at Ouma as he laid on the floor, groaning every few seconds. He was trying to figure out what was wrong without asking, Ouma was known for tricks. Kiibo didn't want to fall for them. Ouma rolled onto his back, his eyes shut as he held his arms around his torso. "So full~!!" He whined, groaning again. Making it obvious to everyone that he had a stomach ache. Kiibo sighed before finally realizing, turning his attention away from the boy. No way was he gonna get his help that easily!! 

"Saihara-chan~ Help help! I think I'm dying~!!" He shouted, whining loudly as he rolled over again. Saihara sighed, standing up and walking over to the boy. Kiibo couldn't help but to look observe. Not that he doesn't want anyone else touching Ouma...

"Where does it hurt?" Saihara asked, kneeling down next to Ouma who sat up, pointing to his stomach. "Here! It hurts here!! See look!" Ouma grinned as he grabbed one of Saihara's fingers, pressing it against his stomach. He hummed, giving an exaggerated hurt expression. "Yes there...!!" He whined again. Saihara stood again, staring down at Ouma. Within a few seconds, the detective came to a conclusion. He shoved his hand into Ouma's pocket, causing both Ouma and Kiibo to jump in surprise. He pulled out a handful of candy wrappers, wincing as the plastic wrappers stuck to his hand. "Y-You ate too much candy Kokichi!" He yelled. Ouma looked up at the dark haired boy, tears slipping from his eyes as he pouted childishly. "D-Don't yell at me like that!! H-How mean Saihara-chan~!!" He whimpered. Saihara pressed his hand against his face, turning his attention to Kiibo. Kiibo returned eye contact, only to see Saihara mouth the words 'Take care of him please.' Kiibo nodded, standing. "Ouma-kun, please refrain from crying!! I'll take care of you, I'll put all of my strength into making you feel better!" He shouted before picking Ouma up bridal style. Ouma gave Kiibo a confused look before wiping his tears away. When his eyes met Kiibo's, he instantly smiled and gave a nod. "Hurry! I may die if you don't treat me quickly~"

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Ouma laid in Kiibo's bed, holding tightly onto a pillow. He wasn't asleep but he kept his eyes shut tight. Kiibo sat next to him on the floor, running his fingers through Ouma's hair as he watched and waited for Ouma to tell him he was feeling better. Its not that Kiibo didn't enjoy taking care of him, he just didn't want to see Ouma feeling bad. He was obviously exaggerating out there, but it was easy to see that he genuinely didn't feel good. Ouma opened his eyes slowly, humming before setting his gaze on the robot who sat beside him. 

"Thank you..." he spoke quietly, Kiibo barely able to even hear his groggy voice.  Kiibo leaned down, whispering against his ear. "I'm glad I could help." he replied. Ouma smiled, a blush forming on his cheeks as he attempted to break the embarrassing moment he himself had created.

"S-So does this mean I should eat too much candy more often~? Do you like seeing me sick? How dirty~!!" He giggled quietly, making Kiibo roll his eyes. "No. If you want to lay in my bed while I sit here and touch you like this, just ask." Kiibo stated firmly. Ouma's blush darkened as he hid his face in the pillow. Kiibo tilted his head curiously, he didn't understand what had embarrassed Ouma so much, but decided not to ask. 

He liked seeing Ouma flustered anyways...