Guardian Angels (Saimatsu)

Our Flame (Chapter 12.)

The title and picture give it away. This is Oumeno hour, my dear readers!

If you don't like this ship, you can skip this chapter. There aren't any important story moments (other than the confirmation that Oumeno is a ship in this story).

I have no idea who made the art so if someone can let me know in the comments, that would be great.

As usual, thanks for reading!

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Kokichi's POV:

I woke up in... my room? How did I get here?

Well, I remember unlocking the door, but other than that...

I must have passed out. Last night's party was a lot.

The party... what happened?

I played pool, the table broke, Korekiyo got punched in the face and thrown out by Shuichi, and I fell asleep. But I remember that I was playing pool with someone else for a change...

Himiko.

I can feel my face start to heat up. I can't help but be mad at myself... why do I have to feel this way? I know what this feeling is, but why me? I'm supposed to be the Supreme Leader of Evil, not some Romeo! Plus, who would love a despicable Evil Genius like me?

Ugh, I'm not even thinking like myself! I shouldn't be worried if that stupid little redhead trickster feels this way for me!

My heart hurts a little bit... she's not stupid or a trickster.

I get up and I start to take a shower. When I get out and I start doing my hair, I catch myself putting in more effort than usual in order to make it look nice. I try to stop myself, but every time I stop myself, I go back to it within five seconds! I take almost forty minutes on it. When I'm done, it looks cleaner and nicer, not as ratty.

I can't stand it! I don't want to look like I'm trying...

Whatever, maybe insulting Miu and calling out Shuichi and Kaede will put me in a better mood...

I get dressed, making sure that my checkered bandana doesn't have any wrinkles, put in my earbuds and I walk down to the dining hall.

Headphones: "In the light men're crossing over lone shadows, Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy..."

Headphones: "Want to be close..."

Headphones: "To be close..."

Want to be close...

FOR GOD'S SAKE, THERE'S NO ESCAPE!

(Music Stops)