Experiment 5308-O.K.

Freedom is an Illusion

Mild sexual content. After the ❤️, skip to the 💚 if you don't want to read it. Any plot will be explained at the end of the chapter.

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Giggling to himself, Ouma skipped happily beside his boyfriend as they walked through the school, hands intertwined. He couldn't be happier. Not a single negative thought flashed through his mind. Saihara helped fix his mind. Everyone wanted to hurt him, no one but Saihara had his best interests at heart; especially not Amami. The reason everyone around him dropped like flies was because they deserved it for trying to hurt him! Karmic retribution, as the bluenette had explained.

"You're so energetic," Saihara laughed. Ouma only smiled and nodded rapidly. He watched curiously as Saihara hummed and held his chin, a common posture when he thought about something. "Come to think of it, you can run for ages in P.E. and you never run out of breath. Why's that?"

Ouma grinned at the memories of the sports teacher praising him for his endurance. Some of the students didn't like that the teacher often picked him to demonstrate something, or that he never needed to stop and catch his breath. "An experiment!" Saihara's teasing smile faltered for a moment. "I have lots and lots of stamina! Or is the word endurance?"

"Woah, that's a big word for you," the bluenette grinned.

"H-Hey!" The two laughed together (and Saihara glared at a few students who frowned at them due to their volume).

Saihara sighed and smiled at him like he was the best thing on the planet. "Your laugh is so fucking adorable."

Ouma squeaked in embarrassment, covering his face before mumbling, "Y-Yours is too..." He huffed, determined to become better at receiving compliments so he could embarrass Saihara. Something told him that he'd never receive that chance.

"Wow," Saihara scoffed. "Say that with less enthusiasm, it's killing me."

"I-I'm sorry! I meant it genuinely!" The boy cried, hugging Saihara's arm tightly in apology.

Saihara chuckled and flicked his forehead. "Relax, I was being sarcastic." Ouma pouted. He needed to learn how to understand sarcasm someday. A bell rang through the school, signalling that the school day had just begun. Instead of leading Ouma toward their classroom, Saihara smirked and whispered in his ear. "Let's go to the bathroom first." How could Ouma refuse?

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They reached the bathroom and found it deserted. It'd remain that way - it seemed - when Saihara locked the door. Ouma yelped in fright when Saihara shoved him against the wall pinning his wrists beside his head. The bluenette shook the hat from his head and grinned as he leaned in to kiss Ouma as if he were about to devour him.

Ouma allowed it to happen. If that's what Saihara wanted, that's what Saihara would receive. The taller boy chuckled and kissed the corner of Ouma's mouth, trailing soft kisses around his cheek. They trailed from his cheek to his jaw and landed on his neck. Even though the actions confused him, Ouma didn't say anything. Why didn't he want to keep kissing him though, did he have bad breath or something?

Saihara freed his arms as he licked over a particular spot on Ouma's neck. He giggled, feeling the tongue tickle his as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. The licking and soft kisses paused, only for teeth to sink into his skin. Ouma shouted and winced in pain, whimpering as it began to sting and Saihara licked over the wound, helping soothe it a little. "W-Why?"

"Hm?" Saihara pulled back, now able to see the tears creating a glassy film over violet eyes. "Oh? Can't handle a little pain?"

The boy pouted and rubbed his eyes. "That hurt!" He whined, upset by the faint warm stinging.