Experiment 5308-O.K.

Rainbow Flames

Emetophobia warning.

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Heavy eyes fluttered open as Ouma gripped the soft blankets beneath him. He was okay, he didn't feel any new injuries and he sat in a comfortable bed. His neck still faintly stung. The man stared at four people sitting on the floor eating snacks, focused on Saihara's television. Ouma grimaced when he tasted metal on his tongue, glancing down to see crimson smears across his hands. When his memories finally caught up to him, his breathing quickened in terror.

Saihara jumped up from the floor and kneeled beside Ouma, grabbing his shoulders. He gently squeezed his shoulders, guiding the man through breathing exercises. Ouma sobbed and apologised like a broken record. "It's okay, nothing was your fault," Saihara whispered.

It didn't take long for Ouma to calm down and breathe normally, embarrassed underneath everyone's stare. "The injection caused it, right?"

Ouma nodded and gripped Saihara's jacket, trying to ignore his friends. "It's happened before, he used it on me a lot," he whimpered. As quietly as possible with wide, terrified eyes looking up at Saihara, he whispered, "I've killed people..."

Saihara sighed and kissed his forehead. "You didn't. The drug forced you to." Ouma didn't understand that logic but when he tried to process it, he recognised the taste of metal coating his tongue again. He gagged upon remembering it was blood, and Saihara's nonetheless. Pushing Saihara away, Ouma rushed into the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time to vomit.

His body trembled, insides burning in a disgustingly familiar manner. Saihara appeared at his side and Ouma ran to him, hugging him so tight that he worried that the bluenette might explode. The bluenette guided him to the sink to rinse out his mouth before picking Ouma up beneath the armpits and carrying him to the bed. He giggled like a child, gently swaying his legs.

When he sat comfortably amongst the pillows, Ouma glanced at Saihara's friend and made eye contact with Shirogane. Grey-framed glasses replaced her previous white ones. Tears blurred his vision as silence befell them before he broke into sobs. "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!"

"It's fine, Ouma."
"You're not to blame."

"Hey, sweetheart, don't worry about it." Saihara cut off Amami before he could add in his two cents. He cradled Ouma's face and smiled. "We told Shirogane about your needle phobia and that it made you violent." Ouma tilted his head slightly, confused about the lie, but Saihara didn't do anything other than smile. Oh well, there must be a reason for it.

Ouma covered his mouth as he yawned, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. Saihara kissed his cheek with a smile. "Get some sleep, sweetheart." He slipped from the bed to leave but Ouma grabbed his sleeve and tugged, pleading with sparkling eyes. "I'm getting food for when you wake up. Sleep. That's an order." Shoving Ouma's hand from him, Saihara left the bedroom.

Determined to make his boyfriend happy, Ouma curled up against the pillows and faced the guests. He didn't want to be rude by ignoring them. Amami slid beside him and gently patted Ouma's head. "Do you want someone to hug so you can sleep?"

Akamatsu scoffed and shoved the greenette away before taking his place. "You fucking idiot, Saihara will kill you. I'll sit next to the weakling." She pushed Ouma toward the middle of the bed so she could sit comfortably before pulling his head onto her thighs. "N-Not that I fucking want to, mind you." He blushed but allowed himself to be held, smiling as a hand rubbed circles into his shoulder.

Shirogane clasped her hands together and grinned. "Awe! I knew you considered him a friend!"

"Shut the fuck up, four-eyes!" Akamatsu shouted - although it didn't seem too hostile.