#¶ kokichi ouma ;; ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵘᵖʳᵉᵐᵉ ᴸᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ¶

[kexbo-aa]

I have a question: Do you like robot oil? Because I sure found a lot of 'em! Are they like aphrodisiacs?

“Whilst I prefer engine oil, robot oil is still an option for a ‘beverage’ “

“…and no. It does not function as an aphrodisiac, it is closer to an alcoholic beverage. I am unsure if there is such a thing as an aphrodisiac that I would be affected by”

[kexbo-aa]

❝ uhhhhhhhhhh ... in my defense, saihara-chan bet me a few yen that i couldn't drink all the shampoo. so the real winner here is ME because i have MONEY now. checkmate, kiibo-chan. ❞

    “….” He doesn’t even know what to say to that, technically it was true, by definition, yes, Ouma had technically ‘won’, on the OTHER hand however…

    “Yes Ouma-kun, congratulations on your victory, however, forgive me if I’m wrong but is it not true that humans are not meant to drink shampoo? I imagine almost all of that money, if not more, will be going to the imminent hospital bill for the negative effects of in taking as much shampoo as you did”

[kexbo-aa]

@checkeredscarfs

    “There, I’ve cleaned up your injuries, could you please try to be a little more careful. I know it’s in your nature to try and be nice to everybody but it would do you well to be a little bit more hesitant to trust people”

[kexbo-aa]

🌹 no homo just bromo

Send 🌹if your muse has a crush on mine. | Accepting!

    “O-oh! this is surprising, thank you Ouma-kun. I…regretfully have to inform you that I do not have a rose to return to you, but I assure you I would if could!” He says this, slowly putting the rose in his hair, not having anywhere else to put it.

    He did of course, mean that in a bromosexual way.

[kexbo-aa]

Ouma placed his hand upon the other's, grasping him tightly as he looked him with an almost innocent look within his own eyes. Grabbing the other, he intended to interlock his fingers with Kiibo -- before reaching up to give him a soft kiss on the lips before pulling himself away. "Happy valentines day, Kiibo-kun!~"

    Innocence in those purple eyes alone were enough to send an electric shiver down his spine, that was rarely a good sign. Kiibo liked to think that he understood Ouma better than most, but even he could not deny that Ouma was anything but innocent.

    That, however, is what made it even more surprising when Ouma’s intentions turned out to be just that. Innocent. Embarrassing sure, but they were far from malicious or anything of the sort. Warmed metal fingers grasped at the smaller boy’s as he looked curiously down at him. Faint pinks painted themselves over his cheeks, but he didn’t shrink away.

    “H-happy valentines day Ouma-kun”

[kexbo-aa]

@checkeredscarfs

    How many years had it been since Kiibo felt this terrified for another? He couldn’t even remember if he had ever been this scared.

    Traffic. Ouma had run into traffic. On purpose.

    Kiibo was well aware of course, that sometimes these kinds of things occurred, with Ouma though…with Ouma it felt so out of left field. Kiibo genuinely thought he knew Ouma, genuinely though that Ouma wasn’t the type to do something like this.

    Apparently he had been wrong.

    If Kiibo could hyperventilate, if he could shut down emotionally he would have. But he couldn’t, and through this, Kiibo realized an inherent gift he had, one that he hated, one that made him feel disjointed from his friends.

    Why, was he managing to stay calm?

    Ouma was his best friend so why were people who didn’t even like him taking this worse than Kiibo? Kiibo knew he was hurting, knew that he was barely managing to keep a cool head. So why had everybody but him shed tears?

    He didn’t have time to think on that, as he made his way into Ouma’s hospital room he felt his metaphorical heart sink and shook his head. No, he knew why. Ouma had always been strong for him, always threw himself in the line of fire for Kiibo’s sake.

    It would not be fair if the one time Ouma needed the same, he was to busy crying to help.

    “…Do not worry Ouma-kun. I promise you with absolute certainty. You will be fine” He knew what Ouma was thinking, knew that Ouma feared death now more than ever. He took a firm, yet so gently grip on Ouma’s hand. Sitting down on a chair by his bedside table, he gently bent forward to kiss the smaller boy’s head gently.

    Yes…even if he could only be strong for another once, he would absolutely make sure it would be today.

[kexbo-aa]

damn, no homo just bromo

Send me “Damn” if your muse finds my muse attractive. | ALWAYS acceping

    “O-Oh! thank you ‘bro’, you are quite attractive as well”