1 Pregame Saiouma

Anger. Anger was a normal feeling. Everyone who could feel, felt anger. Saihara knew this. Yet, there was one person in particular, one person who was so shy, calm, and collected, he doubted himself. Which he wasn't used to. He was right though. Even Ouma felt anger. Someone as sweet, kind, and caring as his boyfriend, felt anger.

A lot of different people had a lot of different ways to cope. Ouma happened to cope by wandering around in circles, and whenever he wasn't, he was planting passive-aggressive kisses on Saihara's forehead. Saihara found it cute, however being kissed about 34 times would start to become concerning for any decent boyfriend.

"What happened?" Saihara asked. His boyfriend responded by taking a seat on his lap, facing him. Saihara gave him a quick kiss. "Kaito took my hair clip, my favorite hair clip," he says, resting in the crook of his neck.

"I'll get it back for you." Saihara said, attempting to get up, his boyfriend refusing to let him go. "It's a lie. I just wanted to kiss you a bunch." Ouma admitted, before swiftly stealing another kiss and skipping out of the room. His boyfriend was shy, calm, collected, sweet, kind and caring. But he was also a very good liar.