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The rain poured down around him. Currently sat on top of the school roof, on the railing. He liked it up here, no one came up to the roof since well, you're not supposed to be up there. No one really went outside when it was raining anyways, and everyone was in class.He wasn’t a huge fan of sitting out in the rain for so long, but he definitely prefers to be drenched in water then listen to the kids in class. In high school and acting like their 8.Looking down, he realized the bandages over his hand were soaked, ruining them. Maybe sitting in the rain of all places was a bad idea. He’ll have to change them later then.He looked behind him, hearing the door leading up to the roof opening. The door was old and rusty and very loud. He was surprised to see Momota Kaito, one of the more.. “popular” kids.They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Momota spoke, “Wasn’t expecting someone else to be up here.” He walked over next to Oma, leaning on the railing.Oma shrugged in reply, looking back down at the ground below. “What are you doing out here?” He asked.He saw Momota pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out before replying. “Got tired of listening to the teacher.” He said as he lit the cigarette.Oma nodded. They stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, just listening to the rain.“So, what about you?” Momota asked, looking over at him.“Hm.. same reason, I guess.” He replied not looking back at him.“We’re in the same homeroom, right?” Momota asked, putting out the cigarette.“I think. Why?” He asked, looking over to Momota.“Huh. Same homeroom yet I don’t have a clue what your name is. What is it?” Momota grinned slightly as he spoke.“Oma Kokichi. And yes, I already know yours.” He rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone to quickly check the time, school would be over in 10 minutes.Momota chuckled. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t know.”“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, ’Mr. Popular.’” He raised his hands, quoting the ‘Mr. Popular” part.Momota opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of the school bell from inside interrupted him. “Already? Damn.” Momota said.Oma turned around, hopping off of the railing and walking over to the door, Momota following behind.Once the two were inside, Oma shook his head like a wet dog, sending drops of water everywhere. “Wh-Hey! You’re getting water everywhere!” Momota complained as if he wasn’t already soaked.“So?” Oma looked up at him, a small grin on his face. “You're already soaked, so I don’t see why it matters.” He shrugged, heading down the stairs.“Asshole!” Momota shouted, following behind. Oma chuckled to himself as he walked to where his locker was, opening it and grabbing his bag.He walked down the stairs, bumping into a few people but that’s expected to happen in a crowded hall. He soon made it to the front of the school, walking out. The rain hasn’t calmed down at all, only getting worse, he didn’t mind much. He was already soaked, what’s a bit more of rain?Quickly walking down the sidewalk, fortunately his house wasn’t too far from the school. Unfortunately, he just tripped on a rock, sending him flying down onto the ground. He wouldn’t have minded as much if he didn’t feel the blood running down from his nose. Sighing, he stood back up slowly, touching his nose to confirm if it was blood or he’s just going insane. Pulling his hand back to check, confirming that it was blood. ..How was he going to explain to his mom that he got into a fight with the sidewalk?? That’d be a funny story to tell.He wiped his nose off with the back of his sleeve before continuing his walk home. The rain washed off some of the blood on his face and sleeve thankfully.It usually took around a 5-10 minute walk to get to his house. Could be worse.He heard footsteps not too far behind him and sounded like they were running. He didn’t pay attention to it since it was probably another student walking home.“Oi!! Wait up!” Well, he wasn’t expecting to hear Momota. He paused, looking behind him. Momota soon caught up, catching his breath.“Hey.” Oma said, a bit confused about what Momota wanted.“Hey,” He responded, a bit out of breath. “I was going to ask if you’d like to hang out, but you were already gone.” He said once he finished catching his breath.Oma was a bit surprised that Momota was asking him of all people to hang out. Oma looked up at Momota, a confused expression on his face. “Your asking to hang out with me?” He asked, confused.Momota rubbed the back of his neck, which Oma learned to be a habit when the other was nervous. “Uh– Yeah?” He responded with a small chuckle afterwards. “It’s totally cool if you’re busy or something, of course.”Oma thought about it for a second. Would he be in trouble for getting home late? Yes. Did he care? No, not really. He shrugged, “Sure. I don’t have anything else to do so I don’t see any reason not to.”“Nice!” Momota smiled, but that quickly left when he saw blood dripping from Oma’s nose. “Did you get into a fight with a tree or some shit?” Momota said with a chuckle.Oma smiled slightly “That’d be a really funny story to tell someone. But no, I got in a fight with the sidewalk. And, I totally won!”Momota laughed, “Oh really? How’d that happen?” He said as he crossed his arms. “Did you start the fight or was it the sidewalk?”“The sidewalk started it, of course. Tripped me up in a rock! How rude.” He huffed, pouting and he crossed his arms.Momota shook his head. “Anyways. Should clean that up before it looks like you killed someone.” He said with a small smile on his face. “We could hang out at my place, help ya clean that up and fix those.” He pointed to the bandages on Oma’s right hand.“Oh, I almost forgot about that.” He chuckled slightly, raising his hand as he poked at his bandaged hand.“Did you fight a wall or something as well?”“Kind of! I guess a mirror counts as a wall.” Oma shrugged.“Damn. How’d that happen?” Momota said as he started walking, Oma followed closely behind.“The mirror insulted me! Called me ugly… How rude! So, I punched it, right in the nose! Bad idea, though. The glass went everywhere, attacking me! So mean..” Oma explained with a pout.Momota laughed. “Dumbass. What did you expect to happen?”“Wh- Don’t laugh! The mirror started, meanie..” Oma crossed his arms, sticking his tongue out. Which quickly turned into a bad idea as Momota grabbed his tongue. “Wh-Hwey!!” Oma complained. “Lwet goo!!”Momota let go as he laughed more. Oma hit the other's arm as hard as he could, which wasn’t much. “You're a big bully…” He continued to sulk.Momota just chuckled. They soon reached what Oma was guessing Momota’s house. Though, the houses around seemed very.. off? Didn’t look like anyone lived in them. Momota walked over to the door, pulling out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The two entered and the house was very quiet, so Oma decided to ask, “Do you live alone, or are your parents just out?”“I live alone.” Momota responded with a shrug, throwing his bag onto the couch. Oma carefully placing his next to Momota’s.“Lucky.”“Anyways.” Momota took Oma’s hand, bringing them over to the bathroom. “Sit on the counter. Or the toilet. Whatever you prefer.” Momota shrugged, letting go of his hand. Momota’s hand was much warmer than his.
Oma went with sitting on the counter. Felt kind of weird to sit on the toilet.Momota pulled out a box of bandages from under the sink, placing it next to Oma. Taking out a rag right after and wetting it with warm water. Momota wiped Oma’s nose with the cloth, washing off the blood. When he was finished, he put a band aid on his nose.“..I’m able to do this myself, you know.” Oma said with a small chuckle.Momota smiled. “I know, but I want to.”Oma looked at him confused before shrugging. “Kay.”Momota took Oma’s right hand, rolling up his sleeve to take off the bandages and replace them with dry clean ones. “There.” He grabbed the dirty bandages and threw them into the trash.“Thanks, what a gentleman!” Oma joked, hopping off of the counter.“Your welcome,” Momota smiled, “Wanna chill in my room? I have a few video games we could play if you want. Or we can just talk about.. I dunno, stuff?” He shrugged.Oma thought for a moment, “Wanna watch a movie?” He asked.“Sure.” Momota walked out of the bathroom, going down a hall and entering a room with Oma following behind. He was surprised about the space related stuff in Momota’s room.“Didn’t know you were into space, Momota-kun.” Oma said with a smile.“Huh? Oh, yeah. Don’t talk about it with others that often.” He shrugged.“Why not?”Momota shrugged, “Usually go on about it for ages without realizing.” He brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing the back of it as he sat on the bed.“Oh? You really like space, huh.” Oma smiled, walking over and sitting down next to Momota on the bed.Momota cleared his throat, “So, what do you wanna watch?” He said as he turned on the TV.“Hmm… You choose!”They ended up watching The Walking Dead. Momota got some popcorn before starting the movie. And Oma ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.———————Momota looked to his side, feeling something against his arm. He was surprised to see that Oma had fallen asleep, his arm now being used as a pillow. Totally not blushing, he took his arm away, wrapping it around Oma and laying his head on top of the others before falling asleep as well.———————Oma woke up a few hours later in Momota’s room by himself. He was laying on the bed, which was surprisingly really comfortable. It wouldn’t hurt to go back to sleep, would it?Yawning, he sat up stretching his arms above his head. Looking out the window, he was guessing it was really late. He checked his pocket for his phone, which was thankfully there, and checked the time. Huh, a bit past midnight.Standing up from the bed, he realized the jacket of his uniform was off. That probably would’ve been uncomfortable to sleep in. He shrugged, walking out of the room. He found Momota in the kitchen, on his phone with a glass of water on the counter next to him and was in pajamas. “Hi.” Oma said, standing by the entrance of the kitchen.Momota looked up from his phone and at Oma, a small grin on his face. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He put his phone down on the counter, walking over to Oma. “How’d ya sleep?” He asked.“Good..” He replied, rubbing his eyes.Momota chuckled, “Should probably stay for the night. Bit late out.” Oma only nodded in response, still half asleep. “I can lend you some clothes, probably ain’t comfy sleeping in your school uniform.” Momota said as he rubbed the back of his neck.Oma looked up at Momota confused and surprised, cheeks dusted a soft pink. “U-Uh—“ He thought for a moment before looking down and nodded. “Sure..”Momota smiled, taking Oma’s hand and walking to his room. Letting go of Oma’s hand, he told him to go sit on the bed when he looked through the closet. He took out one of his older shirts, a black t-shirt with a spaceship on it and an old pair of shorts –that’d probably just be a regular pair of pants on Oma– and went over to the bed, handing them to Oma. “You can get changed in here. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Momota said as he walked over to the door.“Thanks.” Oma responded. He waited till he couldn’t see Momota in the door to change. The shirt was a bit big, but really soft. The shorts weren’t too bad, a bit look but comfortable. He folded his own clothes, setting them on the bed before exiting the room and going to the kitchen.Momota was where he was before, on his phone leaning against the counter. He noticed Oma and put his phone down. He chuckled a bit seeing how big the shirt was on Oma, it was like a dress on him. “Still tired?” He asked, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. Oma nodded, it was obvious he was still tired as well. “You can go back to sleep in my room if you want.” He shrugged.Oma looked at him confused. “Where will you sleep though?” He tilted his head slightly.“The couch.”“You sure?”“Positive.” Momota walked over to Oma, patting him on the head.“..Alright.” A small smile made it’s way onto Oma’s face. He walked back to Momota’s room and laid down on the bed, falling asleep almost immediately. ———————Momota smiled, his cheeks a deep red as he stared at the photo of Oma asleep on his phone. He just looked so cute! His lips looked so.. so.. soft!! How he just wanted to kiss them! He wanted Oma all to himself… but he had only managed to start hanging out with him today. It might be a bit too obvious if Oma was to disappear right after hanging out with Momota…He couldn’t wait for the day he’d have Oma all to himself… He had his eyes on Oma since the first day of high school. There’s been a few times he’s had to.. “deal”.. with a few obstacles in his way. Though he didn’t really mind much. He’d set the world on fire if Oma asked him to…Oma looked amazing in his clothes! It was adorable how big it was on him… What he didn’t like was the bruises and cuts on Oma’s arms and legs… Though, he had found out Oma was sort of a masochist so it was that bad. But it kind of upset him that he wasn’t the cause of any of them…One day, he’ll have Oma for himself. Even if he has to kill a million people to do so. He’ll do anything…Well, anyways.. Back to the topic of Oma in his clothes, he needed another picture for his collection! He’s only been able to see the other during school hours, so the only photos he had of Oma were all of him in his school uniform. So a picture of Oma wearing something else was definitely needed!!Momota made his way to his room, seeing Oma fast asleep. He walked over, slowly taking the cover off and taking his phone out, quickly snapping a photo of him in Momota’s clothes. It was just so cute!! Smiling, Momota adjusted the blanket before heading out to the living room. As much as he wanted to stare at the photos he had of Oma for hours, he was slowly getting tired. And, thankfully, tomorrow was the weekend so hopefully he could continue to hang out with Oma!!He smiled as he grabbed a spare blanket and pillow, setting them up on the couch before laying down and dozing off.