Kind || Pregame Oumota

Chapter 2-What I remember

I sat upright in bed. What was that dream? It felt so real, was it even a dream? More like a memory...

I got out of bed, pulling on my clothes and jacket, smiling to myself at the space pattern before leaving the room. I wondered what would have happened next if I kept dreaming. Was that boy in my dream okay? Why did he look so much like Kokichi?

I disregarded the thought of the purple gremlin, going about my day. I headed into the dining room, looking for some breakfast. Then I remembered what happened the day before. I felt a pang of sadness in my heart now that Kirumi was gone, but I was glad to know she left us one last meal. I still couldn't hide my dissapointment that someone as kind as Kirumi would turn out to be a killer.

Then he entered. I couldn't hide my grimace at his signature 'Nishishi!~' as he entered the room with a flourish.

I found myself studying him, watching his moves for any true resemblance to the purple haired boy from my dream. He did end up looking a lot like him, right down to the malnourished body.

It wasn't until now that I realized just how underfed Ouma looked. He hid it well, but he looked like he was starving. When he leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, his shirt fell back against his stomach, and his ribs were clearly shown. No one seemed to notice, however. I guess no one paid that much attention before.

Once Kokichi sat down, I passed him the remains of my food. He looked at me for a second, that same confused look the timid boy from my dream gave me, but with a hint of shock.

He quickly shook off the look and grinned at me. "What are you doing, silly Momota-Chan?~" He giggled. "That's your food!"

I surpressed a growl. "I'm not hungry. You need it more than I do." I realized I said the same thing I had said in my dream, but didn't let it show on my face, save he makes fun of me some more. I already felt my cheeks on fire from this simple action.

He looked at me as if he was trying to solve a puzzle for a second, then grinned. "Well, if Momota-Chan says I can have it~" He ate it, and looked a lot happier too.

I thought back to the face he made when I told him he could have my food. He looked so curious and confused, like he knew something I didn't. He sent me glances while he was eating, like he was trying to signal me something in those deep purple eyes of his.

I also thought about the boy in my dream. He looked identical to Kokichi, and it made me decide that if the boy was meant to be anyone, he was probably Kokichi. I had my doubts on whether the dream actually happened or not, but one thing is for certain.

I had a dream about Kokichi fucking Ouma.

And I liked it.