Hands were meant for hitting. Hands were meant for hurting. That is what Ouma believed. Those are the thoughts that filled his final moments.

To everyone's surprise, the relatively wealthy and knowledgeable Ouma Kokichi had entered into an ordinary run-of-the-mill college - willingly, despite his incredible fortune and intelligence. As he settles in, he soon discovers the one and only Kaito Momota will be the one he is going to be spending the rest of the years with as a roommate - or maybe as a friend? WARNINGS: Mentions of gore, abuse, sexual themes, bullying, vomiting, eating disorders. Note: this is my second oumota fic ever (first was deleted because CRINGE) so there's a chance ill be a bit rusty , but i hope u enjoy!

A collection of Oumota Oneshots!! (aka this only gets updated like, once in a blue moon when I repost from my ao3 ( ꈍᴗꈍ) )