Opposition Over the Orchid [OUMASAI]

Chapter Three: Music to My Ears

The birds chirped, sun glistening. Shuichi opened his eyes with a small groan; due to sweat, hair stuck to his face like barnacles on a whale. His vision was heavily blurred, and his eyelids refused to stay open. The blaring sound of an alarm clock slowly found its way through the mist of his hearing and finally, Shuichi jumped at the sound. The boy reached down, mashing the snooze button with a weak fist. He didn't have a class until later that day, so he could sleep for another hour or so. He smacked his lips, turned over to his side, then closed his eyes, snuggling and purring like a kitten into the warmth of the sheets.

Though, unfortunately for him, he heard a fist pound at his door. He groaned once more, slowly lifting himself out of bed. Shuichi trudged over to his door, unlocking it, and opening it with a deep frown.

Kokichi was there, standing with a big, bright grin that could light up one thousand rooms. "Good morning, Shumai~! Wanna come with me to the music ro—oh shit. You look homeless. . ." He started off chirpy, though as he got a good look at the other, his tone went to one of concern. Kokichi wasn't as immature as he was back in high school, and this was due to Shuichi (and sometimes Kaede) putting him in his place and pulling his head out of his ass. Though, both of them still loved the shorter's tricks and antics.

Shuichi gazed down at the short boy and smiled, as he was happy to see such a pretty face in the morning. "Yeah, I just woke up," the tall boy mumbled tiredly.

"I see. . . You smell like shit, plus you're soaked in sweat," Ouma stated honestly.

"I know, I know, I haven't taken a shower last night, or today. . . Speaking of shower, I'm going to take one right now, see you later, Koki—"

As Shuichi turned to go back into his room, he felt a hand grasp his wrist. He turned to see Ouma with an impatient expression.

"Shuichi, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to the music room with me. . . I learned a new song, though it's only the instrumental." His voice sounded so serious yet there was such a playful flare to it.

"Oh, yeah. Wanna come in? I'll be quick."

"What's this? Shumai wants me to come into his room? I wonder what he hides in his desk drawer~," Kokichi thought aloud.

Shuichi sighed, "I don't have anything in my drawers, Kokichi. At least not like that."

"My, my, jumping to conclusions, are we?"

"Just shut up and come inside!"

The taller male pulled the other inside, closing the door with a slam. He sighed, turning around to see the short boy sprawled across his bed, face down. Shuichi gazed at Kokichi, taking note of his adorable lavender hoodie, which was super puffy—it looked amazing on him.

"Shumai, you're staring," Kokichi said, his voice muffled by the sheets.

"Geh! I—I'm taking my shower, now!" Shuichi stumbled and tripped over the clothes that had been littered across the floor, and finally, he crossed into the vicinity of his bathroom.

Once making sure Saihara had twisted the faucet and water began to loudly fall, Ouma leapt from the bed, skipping over to the navy-haired male's desk. A small black bag sat on the carpeted ground beside it. The short boy unzipped it, only to groan as there weren't anything that would peak his interest; he wanted to find something Shuichi might have hidden from him—Ouma was bored, that's all. Located within the bag was his laptop (which was no surprise) and some capless pens.

Ouma grumbled, zipping up and shoving the bag away (though not too violently, as laptops are expensive and Shuichi hadn't gotten a job yet). He moved to his desk drawers, stealthily sliding them open. He cringed at the squeaking of the wood of the drawer and desk rubbing against each other. He peered inside, smirking all the more smugly as he expected to find something interesting. Though, as he shuffled around through the pens and papers, sticky notes and photos—wait, photos?