The Owner of This Weapon[Discontinued]

「️The Owner of This Weapon 」️「️Chapter 3」️

He couldn't believe it.
Saihara Shuichi had seen a miracle.
Ouma Kokichi was at his seat. In his freaking Damn Seat! Just a seat away from him, in front of Kaede.

Every once in a while, his purple curly hair bouncing since the troublemaker was playing, twirling, his pencil between his fingers. Saihara surpassed the urge to call out to him under the pretense of scolding him to listen to the teacher but also the urge to laugh at his adorable behavior.

Clearly to him, Ouma was a creature far too adorable and also dangerous for the world. He felt determined that he can ask Ouma today about being his partner now that this miraculous moment of the shorter attending classes had happened. Ouma was always away but inside the school.
Heck where did the little lad even live? No one knows.
He mostly would be able to find the troublemaker in that treehouse if he skipped too.

Playing video games & eating. He would lean to the window with his chin resting on his arms while he let the sunlight shine on him. Behind his back would be the flattering of the window curtains while the wind will pull his hair gently back exposing his skin more. He'd look like a doll but more majestic. 1

Oh god. I shouldn't be thinking of this.
Saihara cursed himself. He just wanted Friends!

Kaede looked back in time to see Saihara look down on his notes with a blush on his cheeks. It was an adorable sight that it made her chuckle before turning back to focus on the teacher. The class wasn't that long and as soon as the bell rang to signal that it was break time Ouma shot up from his seat with his bag on his back and glanced behind him to check if Saihara was there.

Sure enough he was there packing his things up to change classrooms before going to the cafeteria or that's what he looked like to Ouma but in reality Saihara had bought a different kind of sweets so he was slowing his movement in hopes that he could think of a way to invite Ouma to eat with him. The sweets were called silvanas, identical to sans rival but it has a more brownies kind of look or taste maybe. He wanted to let Ouma taste it or maybe reconsider to be friends with him.

Hopefully his plan would work out well. Food always help people decide after all! And sweets often made people favor the person who feeds them! Or maybe his knowledge of this was wrong. But he doesn't know that he never really had friends in his old school.

" Sai~hara~chan~! " The little devil whispered with a smirk on his lips. He was behind him arms over his shoulder ready to hug him by the neck. Saihara flinched with a shriek leaving his mouth in surprise for his thoughts interrupted by the main reason he was even having those thoughts. Ouma leaned to the side his face almost too close for Saihara's liking. " Wanna hang out~? "

" I- um.." his cheeks heating up at the closeness, he averted his eyes and brought his hat down to cover his eyes. His heart was beating too fast and too loud for him to remain relax.

" Come on Saihara chan~! Let's hang out and maybe skip classes together again~! "

" AGAIN?! " Momota interfered and grabbed Ouma by the bandana making Ouma freeze. With a few quick movements within a minute of time, Ouma grabbed the hand behind him by the wrists and twisted it before taking a step to the side then grabbed Momota's head before slamming it to the ground. Momota widened his eyes bracing for the impact he'll experience from having his head slammed to the ground. " Oh shit!-WHA-?! "

" Do you want to die? " Harukawa grabbed Ouma's wrist before he could let his hand push Momota's head to meet the polished floors of this prestigious school. Her eyes narrowed with a dangerous red glint that promised death if she was provoked.

Ouma's dull violet eyes slowly gained it's light and he grinned. " Oh? Woopsie! Gomen Momota chan~! I thought A pervert was going to molest me by taking my scarf off and hurt my frail body! Isn't that soooo scary?! People are soooooo scary these days that Someone such as the great me have to be ready to fight anyone! "