My Playing [SaiOuMota]

Chapter Two

The next morning, Ouma awoke against Momota as usual. Saihara always got up before him, he usually left before Ouma was awake too. It was just the two of them until Momota left too. Ouma usually stayed home all day, he had no reason to leave.

He stayed laying down for a while longer, mostly because he didn't want to wake his peaceful boyfriend yet, and his head still throbbed quite a lot. Instead of getting up, Ouma quietly went over what he'd been thinking about last night. Then decided he was going to the park today. People go to parks, don't they? He nodded to himself, but was already dreading his plan, he wouldn't hide what he was doing from Momota and he doubted it would be easy to convince the other to let him go, but he had to leave. Just for a little bit.

"M-Momota-Kun..?" He whispered. His arms felt slightly numb from being held against his sides firmly and Momota had to leave soon anyways. Ouma could get out of punishment, couldn't he? He wasn't doing anything wrong..

Momota groaned, tightening his hold before letting go entirely and opening his eyes slowly. He's a morning person, right. That's good. The tall boy yawned, "What?" He asked shortly.

"Um.. Y-You have to w-work today.." Ouma reminded, then continued, "...and I-I had a q-question." He winced at the idea of actually getting to do something for himself, looking up at Momota for confirmation he could keep talking.

"Shoot," Momota shrugged, getting out of bed, "Just gonna fucking warn you, I'd wait until you make me a coffee, Ouma, not feeling all that agreeable right now, y'know?" He added helpfully, sounding tired and pissed off at the same time, always sounds pissed off.

"O-okay." He nodded quickly, scampering off to the kitchen to make the drink for his boyfriend. Ouma worked fast, adding water to the coffee brewer and following the rest of the simple instructions to make it. Momota likes sweet drinks, he thinks, then grabs the bag of sugar and a carton of creamer.

When it's finished, Ouma pours about half of the remaining creamer in with the coffee, then mixed in a large amount of sugar afterwards. He hummed contently, setting the mug down on the counter.

Momota came downstairs, dressed in business casual. Ouma doesn't remember where he works, but it's always hard for him to imagine the taller as a personable employee. He grabs the mug off the counter, taking a sip then looking to his shy boyfriend, "Good Coffee. Alright, what's your question? And quickly, got it, I have shit to do." He says, in a surprisingly decent mood.

"C-Can I.. go out t-today..? P-Please." Ouma asks, pulling his arms up over his torso in case Momota uses violence. He expects Momota to hit him and say no, but he doesn't. Momota simply nods, taking another drink of his coffee.

"Yeah, get home before Saihara, but I don't care." He shrugs to emphasize his point of not caring, "Saihara won't care either, but he has a 'stupid, hopeful loser of a client' today. His words, not mine, obviously." Ah, Saihara would would be feeling 'despair' tonight then.

"Don't get yourself killed, or I'll kill you." He adds, and Ouma knows better than to say that isn't possible.

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He hasn't left the house in forever. Years, honestly. It's so bright, he notes, and loud, he adds with a wince. Ouma doesn't know how to get to the park, so he basically wanders around until he finds himself lost. The streets are all the same to him, but this one has people. People assaulting an innocent girl.

Ouma doesn't think, he just does. He runs forwards, shielding the red haired girl and taking a kick to his stomach. Why is it always my stomach, he groans miserably, "L-Leave her alone.." And silently wonders how Momota would react to his dead body. He would be mad, probably, but.. Ouma couldn't let these jerks hurt the girl.

One of the attackers cracked a grin, "What was that?" He says cockily, another kick. Then another, another. It hurts, but not as bad as last night.

Ouma lets them, they'll get bored of him, and they do. Huffing about him being an annoying brat who ruined their fun, they stomped away and Ouma shakily turned to check the girl.

"A-Are you okay?!" She asks worriedly before he has the chance to. She's clutching her arm tightly, and her voice is distressed. Lie. Don't make her worry.

"Y-Yeah!" He says, forcing a smile to his face, "They weren't... it doesn't h-hurt too much.."

The girls nods, relieved, "That's good, I'm glad you're okay. Thank you for helping me.." Her sentence is punctuated with a yawn, "Ah, sorry, I was up all night working on my show.."

"Your s-show?" Ouma asks her in confusion, was she a celebrity of some kind? He wouldn't know, it was Danganronpa or the television was off, Saihara broke the remote so it wasn't even possible to watch other things.

"Oh, yes, I'm a magician!" A smile, she tugged a lock of hair out of her face, "Magic tricks are always really fun, and I love learning new ones so much that I lose track of time!"

"Yumeno Himiko, that's my name! I can show you some magic to repay you." She offered, and Ouma quickly stuttered out his own name in return, nodding as he waited patiently for her to grab a deck of cards.

The girl shuffled the deck, then pulled out ten cards and set them in a row. "Tada! It's my phone number.. Oh wait hold on.." She quickly picked up two of the cards and switched their places, "Now it's my phone number! Let's be friends, Ouma-San!"

He didn't have a phone, but he supposed he could borrow Saihara's or Momota's. "O-Okay.. Friends. I can call you t-tonight." He hoped so anyways, blood loss wasn't always nice enough to keep him awake. Then, he awkwardly fumbled over his words, "D-do you th-think you could help me g-get home? I wasn't paying a-attention to where I was going and M-Momota-Kun will kill me i-if I don't come home." That wasn't even an overstatement but Yumeno simply smiled like it was a joke and said she knew her way around quite well.

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Momota-Kun had gotten really mad when I came home late while talking to Yumeno-San. I don't know why but I guess he just didn't like her. Saihara-Kun wasn't home yet, luckily for me, and I had practically begged Momota-Kun to let me borrow his phone. As I had expected, he said no, and I was left with futile hope that Saihara-Kun would let me use his.

I didn't get a chance to asked, the first time I saw him it was clear he wouldn't listen. All I could see in his eyes was the emotion I had nicknamed despair and an odd hollowness that was terrifying. I don't want to remember what he did, but once it wore off, he gave me the phone easily, then left to watch Danganronpa with Momota-Kun.

Everything hurts, but I was happy. I got to talk to my new friend after all.

~ ~ ~

Yumeno is great. She's sweet and endearing. She wants to be friends. Ouma doesn't have to help her change. She might be able to help me.

"Ouma-Chan, my precious doll, why would you ask me for something when Momota-Chan already said no?" And there it is, the disgustingly overwhelming hopelessness.

I didn't help anybody get better today. But I did make a friend. A friend I'll never be able to see again.

Ouma looks up at Saihara nervously, the phone in his hands discarded to the floor, 'yeah that sounds like fun' sent from Yumeno sitting on the screen. He wasn't sure how to defuse this quite yet.

It's best to just let him. ...
...
I didn't change either.