Oumasai Oneshots

(Ouma x Saihara) You're Special

(Idk why but I decided to make Tsumugi a mean son of a biscuit in this oneshot but after writing the name Tsumugi like thirty times I thought, eh I can make Tsumugi a mega b*tch for one oneshot. I'll make it up to her in the next one or something.)

Nobody's POV

School.

The hell on earth.

Ouma hated school. It was probably one of the worst places in the world according to him. Now you might be wondering, what caused this hatred towards school. Everybody hates school to some extent yet Ouma hated it more than anyone. What was the reason? Two words.

Tsumugi Shirogane.

The meanest, most manipulative hussy on the planet. Ouma hated her, despised her even. They seemed to have an enemy relationship since preschool, Ouma doesn't even remember when was the first time they fought. Teasing turned arguing, arguing turned to pranks. By the end of middle school, it looked like the conflict between the two of them had settled. But then,

Tsumugi decided to up the game.

Simple teasing turned into bullying. Extreme bullying. Tsumugi was primarily focused on winning the final argument by eliminating Ouma. She turned the whole school against him, spread lies, rumors. She convinced everyone that she was the sweet little angel who never did anything and that he was some massive bully who hurt people for no reason. And it was all to bring Ouma to rock bottom.

Ouma hated liars, especially liars like Tsumugi. It made him sick to his stomach. But fear was a much stronger emotion than hate. He was scared of Tsumugi. He had never planned to let a small conflict into this war. He was sure, Tsumugi wanted him dead. Soon the bitter treatment of his peers became too overwhelming. Ouma wasn't sure for how long he can keep living like this. Getting shoved in lockers, people leaving packs of razors in his bag, whispering things behind his back, or physical punishments ranging from one kick to the stomach to a beating that made him pass out. And one day...

He had enough.

Today was the day. Ouma looked outside. It was a beautiful spring day. Not one cloud was to be seen in the blue sky. The light wind coming from the open window, brushed against Ouma's skin as he could hear the beautiful melody of the birds chirping. He closed his eyes. 'What a pretty day...' he thought to himself. He looked over to the calendar. It was the 20th of March. The day of his death. He's been considering this for a while now and today was the day he finally broke. He looked at the calendar on his wall. It was a pretty calendar with a picture of a cute kitten. Months past March have been ripped to shreds and put in the trashcan. Ouma looked at the calendar. He sighed. He got up and went up to the bathroom. He washed his face and looked in the mirror.

His messy hair was tangled in knots, he had black bags under his purple eyes and his skin was a pale hue. In summary, he looked terrible but was too tired to care anyway. He dressed and went downstairs. His mom was there with luggage. She was going on a business trip today for the next two weeks. "Oh sweetie, did you stay up playing video games again instead of sleeping?" Ouma looked at her. Ah, video games, yes that excuse for the black eye bags. "Yeah..." he groaned. His mom huffed "You need to take better care of yourself Ouma! I hope you don't pull anything like that while I'm away." she said. I nodded blankly and went outside. I walked to school. His school wasn't far away so it didn't take him long to get there. As he walked past the corridor, he felt people stare at him. He wasn't sure if they were really staring at him, or was it his paranoia getting the better of him. He intended to go to the rooftop, however before he got the chance to go there, the bell rang and the teacher patrolling the hallway told him to head to class. What a pain.