Bus stop
7:47 AM
The clock reads on my phone as I chase towards the bus stop.
Shit shit shit, no-
I gasp as I reach the bus stop.
Saihara isnt here yet?
I sit down on the bench and lean against the glass.
I look down at my phone, and click the bubble con, and click saihara's name. Are you asleep?? I'm here waiting at the bus stop.
I wait two minutes.
My phone vibrates with saihara's text, I fell asleep, b there in 5.
I wait 10 minutes before I see him around the corner. He didn't even button his shirt right.
Saihara, you're shirt. I point out.
Saihara looks down. Oh well.
I get up, and stand in front of him reaching my hand out to fix his shirt myself.
You seriously need to take care or at least pride in how you look. I say quietly.
Doesn't matter till Danganronpa, I might care then. Saihara replies.
Saihara....it's not guarantee you'll get in. I reply. And, I'm not auditioning. I add.
What? Com'on, you gotta, for me at least. You seriously want to be alone, what if we both get in? Saihara looks down at me.
I remove my hands from his shirt and sit down.
But we won't remember each other. We might even kill each other, or you die, or I do. But thinking about it now, if you do die and I see it onscreen, I wouldn't be able to bare it.
I fumble my phone into my pocket, and stare at the ground.
You care that much, dont you Ouma?
His finger touches my chin, and forces me to look up at him.
I guess so, we're friends, of course it'd hurt to see you die.
I quiver my voice not really thinking of much to say, as I can feel my hands getting wet.
Ouma, you're such a wimp, aren't you? You need me to always be there.
Saihara's hushed tone slows down.
Saihara...
I begin, but he puts his finger on my lips, and now my face is hot.
Your going with me.
He lefts his hand away as I nod.
I wait a few seconds before speaking again, when are the auditions?, I ask.
Today, I thought you knew already. He replies.
Shit, I totally forgot.
But when today? I yawn.
This morning.
He excitedly speeds up, and starts walking back and forth In front of me.
Oh.... I look off into the morning sky.
What ultimate are you going to be, Ouma?
I cough. I think. Something completely opposite from me, I dont want to be puny anymore.
Ultimate supreme leader. I finally say.
Brave of you, let's see if you can even maintain your confidence.
Saihara laughs.
Yea... I quietly look down at my shoes once more as the bus arrives.
