Who To Choose? (Interactive story) (Pregame)

Chapter 11: Bump

You chose to go return the phone.

In a small moment of panic, Ouma quickly turned around and scurried to Momota's trial. His eyes were glued to the ground; having already memorized the way to Momota's house; so he didn't notice a large figure already coming toward him until he fell on the ground, landing on his rear. He rubbed his forehead, eyes closed from the pain.

"You should really watch where you walk," an emotionless voice appeared.

Ouma opened his eyes and looked up, seeing a classmate known as Kiibo holding a hand out to Ouma.
"What are you? Blind? Take my hand and get up before I leave," Kiibo rolled his eyes at the smaller boy's silence and stillness.

"I, um, th-thank you..." Ouma said, taking Kiibo's hand and pulled himself up.

"It's whatever." Kiibo took his hand back, rubbing it on his outfit gently.

"W-well, I-I should, uh, g-get going..." Ouma sheepishly smiled and started to walk.

"Wait," Kiibo started, "nevermind, have fun with Momota." Kiibo waved it off and left.

Ouma turned around just as Kiibo started walking away. He pouted a bit, staying still to think to himself.

How did he know I was heading to Momota's...

"Ouma!" A loud voice snapped Ouma out of his thoughts, making him turn around. Momota was in front of his door, holding Ouma's phone.

Ouma blinked and then walked over there calmly.

"S-Sorry..." He apologized quickly, holding out Momota's phone.

"It's fine," Momota mumbled and switched the phones out.

"Th-Thank you," Ouma bowed at Momota, who furrowed his eyebrows at the bow.

"Don't need to do that..." He said and then shut the door on Ouma.

Ouma bit his lip and turned away, walking back to his trailer.

Once Ouma had got home, he unlocked the door and entered silently. He kicked off his shoes and plopped back on his couch. He turned on his phone and glanced at his notifications. His eyes widened at the text from his mom and quickly swiped it open.

Mom

Trip canceled. Coming home soon?

Kokichi.

You know you need to answer me when I text you.

You missed a call from Mom.

You missed a call from Mom.

Kokichi Ouma.

Sorry, mom. Couldn't find my phone.

And yet I called you many times. You should've heard it.

Right, sorry.

We should be home tomorrow.

Okay.
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And that was the end of the conversation. It usually was whenever Ouma's parents said they were coming home. Ouma let out a loud sigh and looked around. He thought to himself, remembering he'd have to place the cats back outside or hide him in his room. Ouma bit his lip and got up, starting to pick up the place and clean.

Around 15 minutes spent cleaning, Ouma's phone lit up and dinged softly. He had put on the sound of notifications so that his mom didn't get angry again. Ouma walked over to his phone and turned it on. Ouma read the notification and quickly opened it.

Rantarou Amami

Hey! You busy?

Ouma thought for a moment, having a small mental argument about what would be his response.

-"No, why?"

-"Yeah, cleaning."

-Read at 6:26 pm