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I USED TO HAVE A BLOG FOR HOP.......... 

i'll start with something about his character itself:

ouma's kanji reading is small luck (kokichi) king horse (ouma). it's been stated in interviews that this is intended to reflect his personality: despite the high and mighty persona he projects (king horse), deep down he's a little more normal than one might expect him to be (small luck). i don't think this means his high and mighty persona is a complete farce and he's actually really meek/humble/etc if you catch him in a particular moment: rather, i think it's him posturing. he does a lot of posturing, in fact, and the "small luck" part doesn't refer to him having this soft caring personality but rather that his motives and feelings (emphasis on emotions, NOT his personality) are relatively...normal and empathetic for someone who claims to be this evil supreme leader who thrives off of suffering. i don't think he'd do a 180 into like this completely different softer personality. ouma is one personality, just with many facets to that personality, rather than having a two sides of one coin thing. tldr he’s genuinely egotistical and him posturing is to feed into his own ego. i hope that makes sense lol

i feel like people in general forget this a lot but ouma is a miscreant who actively breaks laws in and out of the game. he is not a nice person. he may have good intentions but he is by and far from the nicest character in the cast because nice intentions do NOT always equal nice actions; his pranks are almost always dramatic and to someone's suffering (see: the bug meet and greet). he states that "friends who are (over) familiar are scarier to him than strangers". he tends to err on the side of avoiding closeness with his peers because he doesn't like being honest about himself around them and getting close to someone is a one-way ticket to that. he even mocks yumeno for not crying at tenko's death to the point where she has an entire mental breakdown: it's important to note his first reaction is to mock someone who lost her friend to a tragic death (to get her to cry) rather than comfort or urge her to.

RUSSIAN  DOLL  SENTENCE  STARTERS    /    accepting  .

𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊’𝒔  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔  𝒓𝒖𝒏  𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅  ,  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒊𝒄𝒆  𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒌𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊’𝒔  𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔  .      like  something  heavy  ,  crushing   &   squeezing   &   distorting  his  chest  .    it  hinders  ,   &   slows  ,  until  feet  come  to  a  halt  on  the  pavement  beneath  them  .    next  breath  comes  as  a  scoff  ,  a  warm  painting  of  disbelief  against  the  winter  air  .    hands  once  wrapped  around  school  bag  straps  now  fall  at  his  sides  in  tight  fists  .    a  beat  passes  .    shuichi  finally  notices  ,  finally  stops  as  well  ,   &   as  he  turns  to  face  kokichi  ,  pale  features  contorted  with  irritation    (   &   some  semblance  of  hurt  ,  perhaps   )    clear  into  a  blank  slate  .

                                then  ,  he  sighs  .

❝    i’m  . . .    sorry  ,    ❞    casting  gaze  downward  ,  a  frown  sets  itself  into  mouth  corners  .    another  sigh  ,  louder  ,   &   rather  dramatized  accents  the  rise  and  tilt  of  kokichi’s  head  .    eyes  rolling  ,  one  hand  raises  to  swat  at  an  invisible  annoyance  ,  to  dismissively  wave  off  the  comment  .    stepping  forward   &   past  ,  shuichi’s  gaze  is  not  met  ,    ❝    sorry  that  we  don’t  all  have  a  death  wish   &   an  obsession  with  the  first  pretty  girl  that  doesn’t  totally  gag  when  you  walk  by  .    𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤  .    ❞

Not only has he graced Saihara’s sad little apartment with his light, but he’s brought a lot of personality to this dour aesthetic he dubbed “minimalist”. In other words, completely and utterly boring. He tried to do his best with what he had; really, he did. Most of Ouma’s quote unquote decorating took place around the couch he dubbed his room, with esoteric, surreal posters with all their blindingly vibrant colors taped to the wall with scotch tape. The trash bin and the laundry basket shared a similar state of affairs where whatever he didn’t manage to basketball shoot into the bin still lies there on the floor, which is a form of decorating, he assures you. Numerous books lay face down on the table next to the couch, some his own and some borrowed from Saihara’s personal collection. This isn’t to mention the natural mess that seemed to find Ouma wherever he decided to settle down; an uncountable array of gadgets, toys, cards, and whatever he managed to pick up whenever he left the house (including a still inflated pool floatie) made the area around the couch almost impossible to traverse. His favorite touch though was the disconcerting misshapen porcelain clown dolls he seemed to conjure out of nowhere, hidden around the apartment in the places you’d expect to see them the least.

And now Saihara was telling him he had to ‘stop lazing around and contribute to the house for once’? After he had done so much for him and asked for nothing in return? The nerve!

...Be it as it may, Ouma couldn’t really do anything if Saihara actually decided to grow a pair and kick him out of the apartment. The list of people he could mooch off of was already running thin; just before this Kiibo had kicked him out for the second time for ‘stealing his parts when he was in sleep mode’ which, by the way, if he never wanted that to happen then he’d stick a chair under the door when he charged for the night. Just saying.

So here Ouma was, squinting past the mist that bit at his face down into the sizzling slab of frozen meat on the pan. To be honest, he wasn’t really one to cook. There was a certain allure to fast food, especially when they came with cheap gimmicky toys. He was a supreme leader though, so it’d be fine. There was a certain charm he found in American food: it was greasy, salty, and most of all definitely the type of thing that sophisticated detective probably wouldn’t like. Once it looked about cooked, Ouma swiftly assembled a simple hamburger with cheese, lettuce, tomato and ketchup. It looked good to him anyways and either way it meant his task of the day was done.

From this meme!

This made her heart beat out of her chest. Try as she might, those words did not seem to convince her at all. It's not like their current predicament was any better, it only increased her worry about the other's safety. As much as he wanted her to remain unharmed, her stubbornness to look after the others was her one weakness & reason she'd probably get herself killed one day- If anything, this might make his worry justified, knowing her.

❛ Are you crazy, Saihara-kun ?! D-Don't you get it ? These guys won't stop until they get their hands on us ! ❜

This was the curse of being an ultimate, she assumed. A sudden outbreak within society, demanding to hunt down all ultimates & god knows what will happen once they get their hands on them. As if the world being at the brink of ending wasn't enough, now they had to deal with an organization-- A group-- People who have lost their damn minds and want nothing but to stop the "last hope of humanity" because it's "way better to die together in despair".... Or something along those lines. She didn't really bother to understand- It was already hard to process that she was forced to let go of her family & friends, and the next thing she knew, she was slapped across the face with maniacs after her neck. And in situations like this, not even knowing that she wasn't the only one dealing with this stress was reassuring-- It was soul-crushing.

She had met the young detective a few weeks back during their run-away from these people, and of course, with how their personalities complemented one another, the two of them grew closer to each other. She considered him her best friend, at this point, and it was quite nice to be confined in someone during these harsh times. Though today was a rather cruel reminder of their situation-- The closer she got to someone, the more she realized that life was forcing her to let them go. Family... Friends, and now possibly Shuichi. She couldn't bear the thought.

This was unfair. How did the Ultimate Hunt find them this easily?! For a moment she really thought they were safe in this hiding spot they've been living in, but from the looks of it, all of this was just wishful thinking. They've been found out, and now surrounded. There was the opportunity of running away, but it wouldn't work without a distraction. It was stressful, hiding in a room when an entire building was surrounded by the ones who wanted them dead more than anything. But what was more stressful, is the so-called "plan" the other proposed. Distracting them to give her the opportunity to get away?! Like hell, she was going to just say yes to that! ❛ I-I can't do this. I can't leave you behind like this -! ❜ She replied in a somewhat shaky tone. As if she was going to cry- Which, truthfully, she was. It was tiring to make decisions that result in loss one way or another, and that pressure was getting to her.

A shaky hand reached towards his sleeve, grip tight as though he may disappear if she let go, ❛ I'm not going anywhere without you, got it ?! ❜

SIGHS AS I PUT ON MY CLOWN SHOES TO LOG ONTO MY HOP BLOG