Nothing To Truly Say (Pregame Amasai)

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"get over here, fucking emo!"

that was momota kaito, doing his daily routine of stalking his prey. and of course, it had to be saihara shuichi.

saihara was a teenage boy in a world of romanticized violence, living in a small apartment and not really slaving away too much due to his neglectful parents paying for it's little price and the part time jobs he'd pick up and drop just as quick. he was always rather simple with his way of life, and he wanted nothing more than to watch danganronpa and crush over the fictional characters [and rantaro amami] until he died. but, of course, life called. school, people, living overall...

and—of course—bullying. by the fucker who's been doing this since saihara's freshman year, and he was a junior now. why the hell couldn't he leave him alone..?

whatever the reason, the matter was that he was running down the hallway like his life depended on it, since he was to get beaten to a pulp if he wasnt. it was like a game of cat and mouse, but saihara was a simple maggot and momota was a vulture.

his danganronpa themed shoes pounded and bounced off of the school hallway's floor, being rather fast in his path through a flurry of people. not as fast as his acquaintance, ouma, but just enough to get away from the freak athlete that was a dangerous distance behind him.

but, of course, miracles always happen in fanfiction.

soon enough he looked back for one second as he turned the corner, and he felt his backpack get pulled, enough to yank his whole body into some weird closet type space. momota had gotten to the scene, and looked around for the almost monotone figure he was running after. mere moments passed, and he sighed in annoyance, a blonde girl coming up to him and dragging him to the side from saihara's peripheral.

speaking of saihara's senses... he smelled a heavy aura of what seemed like drugs, and heard a sigh behind him as the jock and his girlfriend left. a very familiar sigh...

he tried to move after a good while of hearing momota talk and then walk off with said girl, and finally realized what stance he was in. a strong tanned arm was secured around his waist area, and a similar heavily ringed hand covered his mouth.

"mm—"

"don't move or speak, weirdo." a deep voice brushed over and into his ear like the best of music there was.

saihara's eyes widened, and he stood completely still just for him. the crush he had for a damn while ever since danganronpa 48...

amami rantaro.

he had fantasized of almost every single scenario with amami in it—maybe even this one. he didnt know something would become reality one day... at all...

soon enough, amami sighed again and released him, and saihara scurried off of amami to face him with weak knees. he wasnt ever going to clean his backpack after that.

"god, fucking dumbass doesn't know when the fuck to leave people alone... sorry for—"

"im so sorry that you felt obligated to do that!"

saihara instantly bowed, mostly to apologize to him first but also to hide his rather red and slightly tearful face. never in a million years did he think he would meet the one and only pretty-prince-charming of his dreams, not like this.

though, amami didnt seem too impressed.

"god, stand up straight; what are you, a slave?"

saihara stilled for a bit, but after a second he shook his head and straightened his back. he was still blushing horribly and his hands balled up against each other. he was stimming again, fingernails digging deep into his skin visibly. "s-sorry..."

the taller rolled his eyes, looking saihara up and down and putting his hand on his hip. he leaned against the wall, seeming to glare down at him with his emerald eyes.

"so you're the one kaito likes to pick on twenty four seven? i see why now..."

saihara's face continuously gained an even more reddish color as rantaro said this and put a hand on saihara's chin. his thumb rested on his lip and tilted his head upward as he got up from the wall and got rather too close for comfort.

his crystal-like necklace seemed to get a red color, but saihara didnt notice it since his golden-ish eyes seemed to twirl in nervousness and slight anticipation.

amami seemed to stare at saihara for a while until... he let go. "ugh... what a waste of my time..." he took the ruby colored pendant into his hand, and got off of him completely to take up a nearby blunt in his other dominant hand. "y'know, you should take up the track team or something, so you can actually get the hell away from him.. its annoying for everybody, not just me." he took a drag of the lonely joint, smoke being inhaled and exhaled right onto saihara's face purposefully. despite this, he didnt seem fazed, having smoked a few times before with ouma.

"i can't join the track team, im too b-busy..." saihara stammered slightly, legs frozen in place rigidly. "with schoolwork..." he lied.

"oh, bummer." he said this flatly. "hey weirdo, take one."

amami handed the blunt to saihara, and he looked down at it before silently taking it with shaky hands. he took a rather flawless drag and blew the smoked down to the ground right by rantaro's shirt.

"impressive..."

"t-thank you..?" saihara looked down at his feet, and fidgeted slightly, a small notebook and attached pen suddenly falling out of his pocket and right between the two coincidentally. again, this is a fanfiction, coincidental things had to happen at some point.

before saihara could react, amami looked on and took the small book that had a blank cover with just the words: Saihara Shuichi.

"hmmm? whats this?"

his ringed hand came up to flip to a random page, but the pale hand stopped him quickly. "wait- please don't look at it!"

saihara's eyes were filled with earlier tears and desperation. amami smirked. the blunt had fallen to the concrete floor—they were in a janitor's room that was basically a hotbox now. surprisingly, no one was in there either way.

"...fine. weirdo." he closed the notebook and handed it to saihara, despite writing something on the cover with the black pen paired with it beforehand. and he took back the book hesitantly. ironically, he was quick to put it back in his pocket, and now the taller was grinning. "you should come over in here again tomorrow, yeah? you'd make good company~"

"o-okay..." he was legitimately red all over, considering his snowy white skin. at this point it had to be only fifteen minutes, and there wasn't a single student in seeing or hearing distance outside. "i... i'll try—"

"don't try, dumbass, do."

amami got off of the wall and stepped on the fallen blunt, putting it out before making a rather quick and easy exit, and leaving saihara to drown in the events. what the fuck just happened...?

he was going to get at least a bit hazy from the drag beforehand, but needed time to process it beforehand. he took out the notebook, and of course, he had gained his long time crush's phone number. with shaky but quick hands he took his phone out of his phone and typed the number into his phone app.

XXX-XXX-XXXX : RANTARO 💚💚💚💚💚💚

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