Oumasai Oneshots

(Ouma x Saihara) The Story Of Us

(I underestimated how unfinished the draft of Servant!Ouma x Prince!Saihara so it might be a while before it's published)

It all started during Elementary School.

Saihara moved into the house right next to mine at the beginning of the second semester. He was a shy and quiet kid, but it's not like we really spoke much back then. We headed the same way to school every day and that was where our ways parted. During breaks, he'd stay in the library, reading books and I'd play games on a console or read comics. We were both stuck in our own little worlds with their own little problems. But that changed and if I knew what was coming, I would have done everything to keep it that way.

One day, I managed to get myself into a mess with a sixth grader. Apparently, I have somehow offended her little sister and she wanted vengeance. She beat me up as you'd expect and left me in the corner, bloody and bruised. It hurt but I was basically immune to physical pain by then. Bullies were nothing new to me and there was nothing I could do about it. Even if I reported it their parents will just buy their way out of this. 'It's happened before it would happen again' that's what I always said.

After the beating, it was hard for me to even stand so I just laid there for about five minutes hurt and in pain. It was then when Saihara found me. He was carrying a stack of books to give back to the library, but when he saw me trying to stand up he dropped them all and came up to me. He asked me things like 'Are you okay?' and 'What happened?' but I didn't answer. I was still dazed and it was still hard to process somebody else was here. He took me to the nurse and stayed by my side the whole time. I thanked him afterward and he said it was no problem. I asked him if I could make it up to him. He asked if I could help him clean the library since the librarian Helen asked him to and he was having trouble. I said yes and helped him clean. I noticed that he liked a detective book series, ah I can't even remember what it was called anymore. I asked him if he was a fan of it. His eyes lit up and he said that he loved the books series cause it always makes him feel hopeful. I said it made me feel the same way and that I'm also a fan. Coincidental, right? We talked about it for a few minutes and agreed to hang out more often.

We soon spent every break together. I got him into playing all sorts of games and he recommended books to me that I really enjoyed. After that, we started to hang out outside of school as well. We'd talk hours on end and do all sorts of things. On Saturdays, we even made a tradition. Movie night! It was amazing every time...

We were best friends. It felt nice to be liked by someone for once. To talk to someone about your interests and opinions and not have to boil them down in your mind unable to share them with anybody. We were happy...

Then high school came.

Now people say that during Elementary and Middle School it's usually harder to meet friends you can relate to. But during high school, everything changes and it's suddenly easier. While I don't know if it's true in all cases, I knew it was in mine. When Saihara and I went to high school we easily found our own groups. My group consisted of Kiibo, Himiko, Iruma, and Rantaro. Meanwhile, Shuichi's group consisted of Kaito, Maki, Kyoko, and Kaede. But even with these new friends, we still stayed BFFs. We'd still hang out, do movie nights and spent all night talking to each other. And well, I was glad. I think this was also when I've began gaining feelings for him. It started with me wishing he'd hold me in his arms because it made me feel safe. But it soon went further. I started having dreams in which Saihara was kissing me, calling me pet names, sometimes even... let's just say the spectrum was wide. 

I felt embarrassed of these dreams. It was sometimes hard for me to look at Saihara in the eyes knowing what I deep down wanted to do and wanted to be. We were best friends but I wanted to be more. I wanted to kiss him, cuddle with him, everything like that. But I knew he wouldn't be interested in that. Well, unfortunately, my love confession was in some way forced out of me.