Here Forever || Oumasai

My hero

He was wearing fingerless leather gloves, dress pants and a black button up t-shirt. 

That wasn't the biggest change though, I noticed he had bandages wrapped around his left arm. 

Clearing his throat, he must've noticed me staring, and said, "So?"

"Oh, uh, on a weekday?"

He nodded eagerly. It was almost as if he was urging me to go drinking with him.

"I guess..?", I said.

Honestly, I didn't want to go out at this time, mostly because I felt tired, and I wanted to do some work, but at the same time, I didn't want to be rude and I also saw it as an opportunity to maybe learn more about him.

I sighed as Ouma-kun cheered, tugging on my arm slightly and saying, "Let's go then! Tallyho!"

He led me to some bar near the station, ordering us both a beer as we sat down at a table.

I had only ever drunk twice before, once being with Kaede as soon as we were old enough, just because we thought it would be smartest to drink with our friends first, and the second time being on accident, when I thought a classmate's, in a University course, water bottle was water and not vodka, though I was greatly mistaken after I asked for a drink, having him laugh at me as I spat it back out.

As Ouma-kun and I downed our first beer, I noticed how with each drink, each shot he ordered, his ears and nose turned more and more red.

I managed to stop myself as soon as I noticed myself feel the slightest bit tipsy, then ordering water for myself. 

Ouma-kun, however, did not stop. 

He kept ordering more drinks, trying to urge me to drink too, though I declined politley. 

"Y'know.. Saihara-chan, ya seem cool ta' me," he said, leaning over the table, "Ya'd think a rich boy like you.. Would be a bit stuck up, ya know? But ya ain't.. That's why yer cool."

Wait, did I ever bring up to him that my parents were rich?

I forced myself to believe I did.

"Thank you?"

"Yer welcome," he slurred slightly, grinning as he sat back down.

"So, uh, I know I asked this before, but what do you do," I asked.

I knew this was basically like using his drunken state to get his answer, but I felt as if he would never tell me otherwise.

"I wish I could tell you, but I simply cannot! It would put your life in danger, Saihara-chan," he sobbed dramatically, though the tears were quite obviously fake.

"Is it bad?"

"Is your job bad?", he retorted. 

"I don't think so?"

"Mine isn't either then!"

I guess I was wrong about him actually answering my questions when drunk.

Ouma-kun tried to order another drink, though I quickly shut that down, telling him he should probably stop by now.

He pouted slightly, but then said, "Well, it is getting late, isn't it. Plus, you probably have work tomorrow!"

Probably? Of course I do.

"Let's get going then!", He cheered, paying the bill, then standing up.

He was basically yelling, despite everything else being quiet.

While we walked out of the bar, Ouma-kun stumbled down the street, and if it weren't around eleven pm and the streets weren't empty, he would've been hit by a car.