Being Dead Sucks (OumaSai/SaiOuma) -Being Edited-

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i fucking hate this story i can't read it without cringing its literall sobadaudhgdshfjasdklrjdskalrjkjrhaosjdafldksjaf but ig people seem to enjoy it?? i mean im pretty sure if you're reading a saiouma story you ain't here for quality, you're here for the gay, and i delivered at least on that part. and i have a lot of fond memories with this so yeah that's why this still exists

enjoy??? i guess???

here we go I guess

Shuichi watched absentmindedly with his chin in his hands as the two eggs sizzled away in the frying pan, waiting for them to be cooked enough to flip. Eggs and toast was his typical breakfast, as it was rare for him to be able to make anything else in that small window of time before he was rushed into whatever the day would entail.

Eventually, his eyes wandered away from his breakfast and to the small TV that sat on the counter, which was currently playing some news station that was currently reporting today's weather. 

It was supposed to be a nice day that day; one of the last ones they would likely have for quite a few months before fall slowly began to die out and fade into the impending winter months, seeing as they were about a week into November and were likely seeing the calm before the storm when the endless on and off blizzards and red-nose inducing frosty air would hit.

Shuichi didn't mind that. He actually loved the snow for a reason he couldn't quite place, and he always thought there was a stillness and serenity about the winter months that you couldn't observe elsewhere. He dilsiked the summer as they usually got a ton of new people flocking to the city to vacation, not to mention that he sunburned incredibly easily. He didn't understand the widespread appeal of the incredible heat.

He used his spatula to scoop the now finished eggs onto a plate, which already had a slice of pre-buttered toast laying on it. He started to eat as quickly as he could. He had forgotten to set his alarm last night and had overslept more than half an hour. He didn't have school that day, as it was a Saturday, but he had plans that day with his friends that he didn't want to be late for.

After the news reporter was finished with reading off the weather report, the program drastically shifted tone. 

"A young teenage schoolboy was killed in a bus accident on Main Street yesterday afternoon. There were several bystanders as well as his two friends on the scene, and witnesses of the event say that he ran into the street and hadn't seen the oncoming vehicle. Paramedics did everything they could, but unfortunately once they made it to the scene, it was too late for him..."

The woman continued spouting off information about the event and eventually her words were drowned out by his own perturbed thoughts. That poor guy... I can't imagine how his friends and family must feel. That's terrible. Did he go to my school?

He shook his head and dumped his plate and fork into the sink after completely finishing off his breakfast, knowing that it was of little use to reminisce over something that was none of his business that he couldn't do anything about, although it was quite unfortunate.

He grabbed the small remote on the counter and switched off the TV before grabbing his bag off of his chair and running out the door, locking it behind him.

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 Kokichi slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus his vision and immediately becoming aware of the cold, hard asphalt that he laid on. He used his hands to prop up his sore body and looked around the place where he had awoken, his eyes still bleary with unconciousness, and it took a few seconds for everything to properly come into focus around him.

He was on Main Street and had been lying directly in the center of the road. It was broad daylight out. He assumed it was about noon, and the streets were just as busy as usual with people milling about the small shops and businesses. Lucky I didn't get hit.