Saihara honestly didn’t know what on earth he was thinking by choosing the Ultimate Supreme Leader as a study partner, but these sort of get-togethers had become rather routine regardless. Truthfully, Ouma’s odd antics were sometimes a welcome distraction once his brain began feeling numb from too much studying. Though these… “distractions” of his often ranged anywhere from legitimately terrifying to actually entertaining, Saihara couldn’t say that they were entirely unwelcome, or that he hated them. Conversely, their study sessions seemed to be making something of a positive impact on Ouma’s grades. For now, there were no serious issues with the arrangement.
“…I suppose now’s as good as time as any for a break,” Saihara replied with a sigh of resignation, setting his pen down. There was only so much Ancient Japanese History that even Saihara’s brain was willing to absorb in one go… Although this line of questioning was pretty random. Perhaps all the talk of notorious Japanese warlords had Ouma thinking of ghosts, or something.
“Ah, the supernatural? Personally… I can’t say that I do. There’s no evidence to suggest that phenomenon such as ghosts or spirits actually exist, so as a detective… I just can’t bring myself to accept the idea, not when there’s any basis to it. Um, but there’s no evidence to suggest that these things definitely don’t exist, either. It would be disingenuous to say that it’s downright impossible, when there really is no way of knowing… And I don’t think we ever will know. Plus, I think Shinguji-kun would kill me if I made such a daring claim. Belief in the supernatural has made a massive cultural impact all over the world throughout centuries, after all… I can’t deny that.”
the answer was quite the answer ouma had expected. it seemed that
saihara was a true detective, not believing without evidence, but still
not ruling out, again, due to lack of evidence. ouma, himself, was on
the same boat as saihara. he believed that ghosts were probably not
real, but there was always a chance!
however, despite the opinion being one ouma could easily agree with,
it was quite a generic answer. boring. straightforward. but the comment
saihara had tacked on the end, probably with little thought,
that's what he wanted to hear. he could have some fun with this.
ouma sat straight up in his chair, facing saihara. his hands moved
up to fully cover his mouth, though the smile on his face was evident
with the way the corners of his eyes curled up.
❝ saihara-chan, since you brought up the cultural impact, i have another question for you! do you happen to know kuchisaki-onna? ❞
his eyes were full of mirth, and he almost prayed that saihara would
either be oblivious or play along.