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I'll Be There - PG Oumami, 18+ (actual remake)

written by your local cool guy!!??!
there will be a warning long before the... yeah, starts, so, if you get uncomfortable by that sort of thing, you can start backing off once you get to the part. i'm sort of half asleep, so, sorry if they're are any mistakes, whether it be grammatical or something else
pre-game oumami
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Ouma tiredly wobbled out of the classroom, putting together a small plan, making sure he was the first to exit. Supposing Momota, and that foolish and ridiculous lad, Saihara, were surviving, it was almost impossible to go about your daily life without getting disrupted. Not to mention, it'd be absurd to even reckon you'd be able to have even a couple moments of peace and stillness.

The green-haired one wasn't the charmingest guy— deeming he was also one of the school's "hottest" gentlemen. Most boys who were attractive and more distinguishable compared to others occurred to be stereotyped to be complete fuck boys and assholes. Amami just barely happened to fall into this generalization. It was unfortunate.

Despite Amami's almost non-existent individuality, demeanor, and his apparent heterosexuality, he was fond of the short fellow. Ouma, of course. Sadly, the short boy didn't reciprocate his somewhat unmistakable affection and passion. He was apprehensive and would get anxious whenever the man would appear, for purposes unbeknownst to Amami- and everyone. Anyways, coming back to things relevant to the story- Ouma made his journey to the exterior of the large building, plopping down on the side of the academy, inclining against the harsh, uncomfortable, brick wall. He let out a lull sigh, running a hand through his unruly raven hair. What he didn't note, was a particular green-haired male looming near him. Amami called out to him moderately loudly, waving as he proceeded to run towards him- " Ouma~kun— " He cried out in a somewhat sing-song tone, an elegant smile on his complexion. Ultimately, Amami came to a halt, now in front of the short boy. He bent down.

Ouma cringed at Amami's sudden arrival, slowly looking up at him nervously. He gulped, fixating his attention on the taller- " Y.. yeah? " He chuckled timidly, smiling meekly as he gazed into Amami's or— just kidding, lush, green eyes.
Amami sort of stared instead, a bit of a grin on his face. " Soo, how's it hangin'? You wanna um... maybe come over? " He inquired confidently, sitting down since crouching was starting to get painful, not solely that, but his legs were starting to get a bit numb. Amami waited for a reply patiently, peering away from Ouma as to not put him on a bit of an unnecessary spotlight. Ouma thought for a small bit of time, nodding after a second of consideration- " Um... s..sure? And um, it's been, o-okay.. thanks... " Ouma accepted Amami's invitation, a bit fearfully, " How has y..your day, be-been? " He faltered, beginning to get a bit nervous. He fiddled with his fingers, staring intensely at the soil. Amami gazed at him, slightly troubled- " It's been alright, " Amami stated with an eyebrow raised- he examined Ouma's expression, a bit curious.

Amami eventually looked away, getting up as Ouma had yet to answer back- he was getting uninterested and a bit drowsy. " I'll see you at my place, then. Later, Ouma, " He waved slightly as he started trekking off, directed toward the foyer leading into the establishment. Ouma watched, slightly discontented, " Okay... " He said quietly, resuming his harsh stare at the ground soon after. Satisfactorily, his "fuck boy" and "asshole" properties evaporated, only around himself, perhaps. None other than Saihara joined the party a few moments after, just watching Ouma from afar with his face incredibly rosy. Ouma noticed, slightly tense as he kept peeping at Saihara with a bit of an anxiety-filled look. Saihara just plastered an unsettling grin on his face, walking over, " Ouma... " He breathed, his eyes widening slightly. Ouma chuckled uneasily, staring at Saihara nervously- " Um, yeah? " He quizzed timidly, lifting his legs to his chest. Saihara sat down beside him, that off-putting grin still on his face.

" Nothing. Do you wanna watch Danganronpa at my house later? " That unsettling smile did not leave his face, however. Ouma shivered at the thought of being alone with Saihara, shaking his head. " No thanks, Saihara... " He answered meekly, looking down and avoiding Saihara's harsh gaze that turned into a scowl. " Okay, " Saihara sneered as he rose from his position on the dirt, walking away, disheartened. Ouma sighed in relief, peeking over to where he (referring to Saihara) used to be. He felt relieved, that minor strange sense of dread leaving him directly after that insignificant exchange between the two.

nsfw warning!
Ouma went on with his day, which was so far uneventful but who knows what's gonna happen to him next? His unluck was worse than usual.
Weirdly enough, the day went by quickly. Ouma trudged out of the building, only to be met with Amami. " Amami~kun.. " He whispered to himself. It started raining, unfortunately none of the two had an umbrella. Amami and Ouma quickly started running, setting off towards Amami's house. It was surreal, almost. Running in the rain with someone you love a whole lot. Strangely romantic.
The two were soaked by the time they arrived. A thought crossed Amami's mind- the shower. He started planning something out in his mind, turning to Ouma.
" Ouma~kun, go take a shower, so you don't get sick. " Amami stated with a warm smile, however that smile hid his ulterior motive. Ouma being soaked made him feel oddly lustful. Ouma nodded slowly, not questioning anything. He walked to the bathroom tiredly and stripped as soon as he closed the door, turning on the water and stepping in. The hot water streamed down his face and he let out a relieved sigh, only to jump upon hearing the door open, a somewhat loud creak filing his ears as he froze up. " Amami~kun? " Ouma was slightly afraid, and he immediately went down to cover his manhood. His eyes widened slightly, face turning beet red as he heard a belt getting unbuckled and the quiet rustle of rough fabric being pulled off, along with a small, light yet so deep chuckle. It was Amami, of course.
" Yeah? "  He replied after way too long, his voice clear and sounding near. Presumably right in front of the shower, though Ouma couldn't tell, as the curtain was drawn. The poor, short boy yelped as Amami pulled said curtain aside, slowly sliding the glass door off to the side as he entered the shower with Ouma, the two fully nude. Amami slid the door back, looking back at him with a smug grin. " Hmm? " He tilted his head to the side slightly as he simply looked away, face red, continuing to obscure his... southern region. Does he want this? He could sense the vibe the other, taller male was giving off, but... oh, whatever. Kokichi was feeling it- they both were. But, Amami didn't know that.
" Do you want to... " Amami trailed off, chuckling to himself once more as the sound of the water drops colliding against the quartz white tile wall, but Ouma soon turned off the water. He got the hint, and nodded. " Yes, " He replied with an awkward smile, gasping as he felt the taller boy's hands trail down his body.
Rantaro stopped suddenly.
" Do you *want* to have sex with me?"
" Sure, " Ouma replied.
" Do I want to have sex with you? Sure. Great, we have achieved consent. "
Frankly, Rantaro felt like a pedo as he continued exploring Ouma's body, and he was crying inside because of it. But, the reality is, they're both 18, and don't have an age difference of twenty years, so... he presumed it was okay, right? Hey, weird question! Is having sex with someone who's around 10 inches shorter than you suspicious? Nevermind, I digress, as Amami somewhat caressed Ouma's not-so-round bottom. A little on the flat side, but he was okay with that. Maybe. Who cares either way?
A kind-of quiet whimper escapes Ouma's throat as Amami rubbed his own manhood between the shorter's... you know what, somewhat grinding against him. Ouma seemed sort of disappointed and irked, squeaking out the following- " just get on with it already... " He stated quietly, Amami managed to hear. He shoved his length into the other boy's tight down below, struggling as Ouma let out a scream, crying out loudly. " Shhh... it's okay, breathe, I know it hurts baby, " He [Rantaro] cooed in response, not moving at all, stroking his friend's soft, silky hair slowly. Even after a long ten minutes, it still throbbed, but Ouma didn't really mind as much as he rocked his hips against Amami's, moaning out quietly as the taller got the hint, leaning down to his ear- " do you want me to be rough? " He whispered huskily as the smaller responded with a nod that seemed to be done with haste along with a shiver, as the taller one pulled back, seemingly about to pull out, but he slammed back in, Ouma's knees wobbling as he gave a gasp, Amami repeating the gesture but somehow more roughly, pretty much pounding into Ouma by then. The boy's knees almost buckled, but Rantaro stopped completely as he instead picked Kokichi up, gently pressing him against the wall as he slowly put himself back in after a second, thrusting slowly until Ouma couldn't help but beg him to quicken his agonizing speed. Amami complies, groaning as he once again started pounding him, the sound of slapping filling the room. They both could feel themselves reaching climax, and the boy being dominated voiced so- " I'm gonna—"
" Me too... " Amami trailed off as his thrusts became more sloppy- he pulled out, ejaculating onto the shower wall. Ouma, too, climaxed, but released onto his chest, heaving a sigh as the taller let out a choked moan.