My Playing [SaiOuMota]

Chapter Three

He knows better than to answer, but his mouth moved before he could think, "I-I'm sorry, I j-just m-made a friend and th-they wanted to talk.." rolls off his tongue and he shoves both hands over his mouth. He'd only ever spoke back like that once and-

Saihara's smile grows, and he reveals the knife that's always in his pocket, holding its blade to Ouma's throat with that awful look in his eyes and that look is so smothering and overpowering and full of despair. He moves forward, the weapon plunges deeply into the shy boy's shoulder.

That's only the first wound of the night, and Ouma still shrieks loudly enough for his own ears to hurt from the noise.

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Ouma got left on the ground of their bedroom, next to him Saihara whined about blood getting onto his phone. The crueler of the two pockets the device anyways, looking over at Ouma with a sweet yet creepy smile, "No more insisting, Ouma-Chan, if one of us says no, the answer is no." Then he turns on his heel and leaves.

I'm okay, Ouma thinks as a choked sob leaves his throat, I should have been smarter, this is my fault, my punishment.

Ouma falls asleep that night with the lies of 'it'll be okay' dancing in his mind, sweet thoughts that remind him he can do better tomorrow.

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"M-Momota-Kun.. Can y-you help clean up my w-wounds?" Ouma asks once his eyes have blearily opened, Saihara isn't home once again, Momota doesn't have work today. Saihara doesn't have work tomorrow. His boyfriend looks at him for a moment, then carries him to the bathroom and sets him down on the edge of the bathtub.

Momota isn't overly gentle or thoughtful while cleaning the injuries. He methodically goes over each of them with hydrogen peroxide, forcing the thin cloth rag he's using into some of the wider stab wounds, which only serves to make Ouma whine lightly and start the bleeding again. The chemical stings already, but the way Momota roughly digs his nails into the skin makes it infinitely worse.

But it's still okay, because at least Momota is doing it. Saihara wouldn't do it, and Momota probably wouldn't if he had anything better do to either, but it's progress and the only reason Ouma doesn't smile about it is because it hurts just as bad as getting the wounds did.

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Momota explicitly states that he isn't allowed to go outside on his own anymore, and Ouma doesn't have it in him to argue, even if he does want to see Yumeno.

He instead ends up trying to open the hatch to the attic. Ouma remembers from awhile ago that Momota liked to watch stars, and the roof seems likes a good vantage point for such a thing. He wants to be forgiven for acting out and this feels like the best way to earn it from Momota. He can worry about Saihara tomorrow.

The latch finally slips off and the ladder so conveniently stored directly above the opening falls, crashing hard into his tiny body. He yelps, why is it always the stomach?, hitting the floor with a loud noise.

"What the hell are you doing, you fucking idiot?!" Momota screams at him from another room, before stomping over and surveying the situation. Then he looks at Ouma and his eyes scream just as angrily, I want to murder you, you bitch, is clearly what he's thinking, but he says instead, "How the fuck did you do this?!"

The ladder is pinning him underneath of it, tightly pinching the sides of his body so much that it's irritating one of his stabs from Saihara. "H-Help." He wheezes. His arms are caught between a set of rungs and he can barely move them.

Momota just scoffs, "No. Why were you trying to get to the attic?" He crosses his arms, a snarl twisting onto his face, not a good mood at all then.

He doesn't want to explain, because then it wouldn't be a surprise, and then Momota won't even bother to watch the stars with him, but he can't just ignore the question. Lie, his minds whispers sweetly, and obediently, Ouma listens, "I-I was- was just, um, g-gonna clean up a little b-bit, M-Momota-Kun." It's easy, pretending to be okay for Yumeno yesterday, pretending to be okay with being thrown around, it makes the false words come easier, and he almost likes it.

"Clean the fucking dustbin of an attic we have?" Momota echoes, then rolls his eyes, "Fine. Maybe I'll lock you up there like the shitty dog you are when it's done." It worked, Ouma smiles nervously, but now I have to clean the attic too, don't I?

"O-Okay," he says, "I-I'll be quiet, I'm sorry for d-disturbing you, Momota-Kun."

Satisfied, Momota roughly pulls the ladder off of Ouma, hitting the boy with it before positioning it to the hatch, "Whatever, don't fucking kill yourself on the ladder, I'll be the one to kill you when it comes to it." And he leaves.

Ouma frowns once he's gone, rubbing his side and looking over the slightly red tinge where the ladder was hurting him. He climbs it after a moment, then realizes that the cluttered attic really does need to be cleaned if he wants to be anywhere near the window that connects to the roof.

I suppose i wasn't lying to Momota-Kun, I really am cleaning the attic.