Blame Me

Bite

Ouma's eyes slowly fluttered open, darkness fading to the dim lamplight that illuminated the room. He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep. He shifted over, glancing beside him. 

Where's Saihara?

The warmth from earlier was now gone, and he realized he had no clue where the boy had went. The haziness of sleep wore away, leaving him with a sinking feeling. His violet orbs focused on the curtains, deciding it was likely past midnight. 

He rubbed his eyes, looking around the room, puzzled. He slowly got up, walking carefully to the kitchen. Maybe Saihara had gone to make something? His worries only worsened when he saw that he wasn't there. 

He felt panic finally sink in, his eyes widening in fear. Saihara was still here right? He wouldn't abandon him, would he? Maybe he was so mad at him that he chose to leave? 

Ouma's legs gave out under him, his hands snapping up to his face, only now noticing the wetness that was now pouring from his eyes. He heard footsteps in the hallway, and his head darted up. 

Saihara?

He got to his feet, rushing to the doorway that separated the hall from the kitchen. He peered around the corner, fully expecting to see Shuichi in front of him.

Except, he wasn't.

"What...?" 

What if it hadn't been Saihara after all? What if it was his parents? Were they coming for him? 

No, no, no... I can't go back...

He sheepishly retreated, taking steps backward, only to feel himself bump back against something warm.

No.

He felt arms wrapping around him, pulling him backward. He screamed, flinging his limbs out, trying to fight back against the arms around him. He let out shrieks, his body filling with adrenaline. 

"Calm down, calm down! It's just me!"

Ouma felt himself go limp. He shoved away as soon as the man's arms loosened, and he swiftly turned around, hugging Saihara tightly. 

"Saihara!" He cried out, nestling his face into the other boy's shirt. 

Shuichi gently pushed him away, kneeling down to his level. 

"Are you okay? What was that about?" His voice was full of genuine worry, his hands reaching to caress Ouma's face, cupping it in his palms.

Kokichi looked into Saihara's eyes, realizing that for once, the disgust that filled him whenever he looked at Saihara was gone. 

He began sobbing, tears falling onto Saihara's firm hands.

"I thought you'd left me!" He wailed, leaning into Saihara's grasp, his own hands reaching up to hold Shuichi's wrists. 

"Why would I do that?" The blue-haired man questioned, causing Kokichi to look up in confusion.

"Weren't you mad at me?"

"No, of course not. Why would I be? You're mine, Ouma." 

Saihara pulled him into a tight, warm hug, making Ouma smile.

"Saihara... I..."

Ouma's voice caught in his throat, his eyes closing tightly.

"I love you."

"More than Rantaro?"

Ouma's blood ran cold. He left Saihara's embrace, his eyes wide. 

"How..."