Previously...
I headed toward the kitchen and started
to try and make Saihara shaped pancakes.
Resuming...
Shuichi's POV
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I awoke to what felt like 10 hours later. I realized that the feeling of weight that was once on my body was now gone. I lifted my head and saw that Ouma was gone........ Hold on..... I fell asleep with my hand in his hair! Did he notice my hand when he woke up? Did he care? I glanced at the clock Ouma had placed above of a book shelf. It was 10:36 a.m. Jeez I usually wake up earlier but I guess it was very late last night. He must've gone outside since it's so late. I got up from the makeshift bed and headed towards the backyard. I did say I was gonna check it out and I was wondering if he was there. I also needed a breather. I opened the door slowly. He wasn't there. It was just plain green grass surrounded by big bushes and vines climbing up the fences and a medium sized tree. Though there were some wholes not fully covered by the vines and bushels. looking through the holes, It seemed like all the other houses had these simple features too. There was also a trampoline with a bench next to it. As well as a swing hanging from the tree. So I guess that was different than the other houses. My stomach then started rumbling. Argh, now?! I'm not gonna steal food from Ouma's kitchen. I don't have the right to take anything from someone I treated horribly. I headed back inside and closed the door behind me.
I should pick up this mess. After folding the blankets, putting them in a pile, and placing them and pillows on the couch, the sudden silence made me notice someone quietly snoring. It was coming from the kitchen, I turned the corner to see a head of purple hair face down on a table with pancakes next to it. Still wearing his gray and white pajamas from yesterday. I walked closer and took a look at the pancakes.....are they me?! Wow. He has good craftsmanship or, baking skills? I had an urge to tap him and so I did.
"Waaaaah! These pancakes are reserved for Saihara-Chan not you!" He grabbed a knife next to the plate and held it very close to my face. If I hadn't reacted I think it would've skimmed my nose. He has quick reflexes.
"Ah, my bad it's you." I grabbed his arm and gently dragged it down.
"Yeah it's me. Uhm, you wanna put that down?"
"Ah yes, sooooooorry. I, made these pancakes for you. They're you face Nishishi." He held the knife up to his face over his mouth like he does with his finger.
"Ah Ouma-Kun that's dangerous."
"Yes! You're right, but again I am good with knives. Remember our little knife game! Or, I could be lying." He gave a very wide, confident smile, closed his eyes and threw the knife behind him. It fell on the floor. I think he meant to make it in the sink but I won't break his spirit.
"Anyways Shumai, ya gonna eat those pancakes? I made em especially for you. Lol get pranked." Did he just say "lol" out loud, as a word? Also what kind of prank is this? This doesn't seem like a prank. It was quite harmless and it didn't make me feel any anger or annoyance which I would assume regular pranks do. His usual ones definitely did though. Why is he being so nice.
"Um, is it ok to eat them?" I took a seat at the table, opposite side of Ouma.
"Well duh! And No I didn't poison it and second, I just said I made em for you!"
"Ouma are you oka-"
*Knock *Knock *Knock
I was suddenly interrupted by a Knock at the door.
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أدب الهواةA boy named Shuichi Saihara is suffering some trauma due to a killing game he was forced to play. He was living His totally non-despairful life, when he saw a familiar face, which he shouldn't have. At least he shouldn't have for a while. Will he ev...