Better than friends? || Saiouma/Oumasai

- Chapter 10 - Sick Saihara -

  Let's write this while I'm supposed to be answering my Think Questions in StudySync 😀

"Agh Ki-boy your sooo boring to hang out with!" Ouma whined.

"Why don't you and your 'best friend' hang out instead of you annoying me!" Keebo looked away from Ouma.

"Hey! Why did you put best friend in air quotes!?"

"Because I highly doubt you and Saihara are friends."

"What? We're friends!"

"Really then why did you not notice that Saihara is not here at breakfast right now."

"Wait a minute sidekick isn't here!?" Momota shouted.

"Wow what great hero forgetting his sidekick," Ouma mumbled.

  "Well it's okay you guys I'm sure Saihara is busy," Akamatsu gave Momota and Ouma a nice smile. Momota sighed and sat back down. Ouma sat down a bit nervous. He hadn't gotten his food and was a bit to nervous to get up. 'Why am I so nervous Saihara is just busy. But he always comes to breakfast,' the anxiety of what might be happening to Saihara right now because of Ouma was building up inside of Ouma.

"Ouma? Are you doing okay?" Tojo asked quietly while putting a hand on Ouma's shoulder. Ouma looked up at Tojo with a worried expression, she nodded, "You can go Ouma, nobody is holding you back." With his 'mom's' approval he stood up and left.

"Where is he going?" Amami asked Tojo.

"He just has to use the restroom," Tojo smiled. Amami nodded and looked back down at his food and continued eating.

Ouma jogged to Saihara's room. 'It's alright he's not dead it's okay' Ouma felt tears in his eyes he wiped them away and went to knock on the door. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Ouma waited in baited breath for Saihara to answer.

No answer

Ouma's anxiety went through the roof as he knocked again but louder. His eyes teared up as he knocked again. His hand started to hurt. He breathed heavily as he took out a hair clip. He picked the lock as he held his breath. He entered to see no Saihara he checked his closet and went to the bathroom. He opened the door...."O-OUMA!" Ouma sighed with the relief that his best friend was not dead. "O-Ouma p-please get out I-I'm in the bath," Saihara covered himself looking down with a blush embarrassed.

"Why weren't you there for breakfast!? I thought you died!" Ouma started to tear up again.

"I-I'm sorry Ouma I just wasn't feeling well today, I'm a bit sick. C-can you please get out for a sec," Saihara apologized still looking down embarrassed covering himself in the bath. Ouma regained his senses and blushed a deep red.

"I-I'M SO SORRY SAIHARA!" Ouma covered his eyes and ran out shutting the door. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT HE PROBABLY HATES YOU NOW! YOU JUST HAD TO WALK IN ON HIM TAKING A BATH NOW YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS!' Ouma thought. He then heard the drain and wet feet hitting the floor in the bathroom. 'Wait hold on did he say he was feeling sick?" Saihara stepped out of the bathroom with a towel rapped around his waist.

"I'm sorry Ouma that I scared you, I didn't think you would be that worried," Saihara laughed nervously. Ouma crossed his arms and gave Saihara an angry look.

"Well Saihara-Chan! You didn't even tell me that your sick huh?"

"Oh I'm sorry....I'm a bit sick?" Saihara laughed. Ouma sighed and went over to Saihara and put his hand on his forehead.

"Pretty damn hot. And I'm not just talking about your forehead," Ouma smirked.

Saihara blushed lightly and smirked, "Thank you for the compliment," Ouma pat Saihara's head and turned around.