#scprme

~Pluto

@scprme​

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Feeling those lithe arms wrap tightly around his torso, Saihara adjusted his body to accommodate the new addition--he shifted down, spreads his legs slightly enough, holds his novel out away from him...anything to make this cuddling session comfortable for the both of them. The arms around him were tight, and the weight of Ouma on top of him was just the perfect amount of pressure to the detective.  He could simply rest his chin on the supreme leader’s head and lose himself in the world of murder and mystery that was his beloved book.

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Saihara wasn't sure what plans Ouma had today when he invited him over (he could certainly take a guess), and the other boy had told him that his room would be unlocked when he got there.  He had said he would be there around 9am, so when he arrived at the dorm room ten minutes early, Saihara decided to just walk in.  

The door swung open quietly, like the detective, and there Ouma stood with his shirt off as he changed.  Saihara opened his mouth to speak, but the words froze on his tongue as his eyes scanned over that pale skin. The supreme leader’s back was a flawless cream, but the arms, while faint, Saihara could spot several scars running up and down both arms.

⧽⧽⧽▐▐ @scprme  /  ❤ 

     ♬ -  ❛    I -  found - you!     ❜  - ♪    Who knew that he’d be hiding here of all places. The school’s rooftops?   What a  cliche.  So these are the things Mitarari has devoted his entire (pathetic) life too? Wow, her pity for him only increases. Perhaps some sympathy too.   But right now ---   ❛   I had fun playing our little game of Hide n’ seek, but y’know, the whole hiding on the rooftop trope is kinda disappointing !    Mr. Prankster.  

                                                                                                        -----------! Mou! was it really worth it? Sneaking into the SHSL Gyaru’s dorm room just to plant a bunch of fake snakes? I mean, I’m Uber thrilled that you wanted attention from your beloved sen --- pai~! Buuuut! It would’ve been fun to find out who did it, y’know? instead of absolute tell-tale signs. aah! I skipped over the whole introduction trope, right?  Ahem! I’m Enoshima Junkochan from the 78th class! --- The one & only...!  & You’re beloved senpai~! & you are ---    ❜  

The SHSL atrocious fashion sense?    Teasing.

—— « “ you’re the super high school level supreme leader?  but you look so.. so.. ” what’s the word he’s looking for? “ small!! ” okay, maybe not exactly what he was thinking, but ‘small’ pretty much sums it up. although makoto shouldn’t be surprised by people’s conflicting appearances before, (and he shouldn’t point them out, either- but he can’t help blurting out what he’s thinking sometimes; it’s a bad habit.) 

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"You wouldn't understand, Ouma," Saihara clutched at his chest, an expression of misery and agony drowning his features as if he was in physical pain.

je t'aime , motherfucker