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Well at least he didn’t say no right away. That gave him hope for the stupid fanboy that was his boyfriend. Perhaps leading wasn’t as glamorous as playing a pretty piano piece written by a long dead old fart, but he’d never seen Saihara-chan admire his work like this. Whatever, whatever. There were different ways to appreciate different things. The fact that he was immediately ready to go with him made him happy. As it should be, he dropped everything for him if he so much as asked.·
“If everyone’s here, we could go upstairs”, he whispered back, a cheeky little tone in his voice. What was he scheming again? The only way to find out was to step right into the lion’s den.·“Into the second lounge, or one of our rooms. How about it?”·He sounded almost desperate, as he leaned against him like that, whispering into his ear. Still, the way his words tried to lure him in, they sounded like they were hiding promises. Surely there was something in it for Saihara-chan too, if he decided to come with him.·Ouma’s fingertips circled on his boyfriend’s shoulder, eagerly awaiting his response.·“Well?”
Why was Ouma like this? It was like he knew Saihara's every button and how to press them, and when he did, he pressed them hard. Meanwhile, Saihara was constantly wracking his mind to find Ouma's buttons, nevertheless press them. Ouma must have known well by now that when he proposed an idea, Saihara was usually interested, regardless of how dangerous of a proposal it seemed. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that the more dangerous of a proposal it was, the more he was interested. Of course, inviting Saihara to his room was probably no big deal compared to some of his other odd schemes, but even Saihara could tell that Ouma had some kind of idea planned. And... he wanted to know what it was, too. Like always. And it would hardly be the last time that Saihara would knowingly walk into his traps, either. Ouma's voice against his ear, those deft fingers rubbing circles on his shoulder, some kind of unspoken hint of a promise in them... These were some pretty tempting things.
But Saihara was a realist, too. Even if their rooms were vacated for now, they couldn't get too crazy when their assigned roommates could come back at any time. So whatever Ouma had up his sleeve couldn't be anything too... well, risky. Saihara wouldn't let him, at any rate. He was careful enough where Ouma wasn’t.
"Um, l-let's just head to my room." The shakiness in his voice was painfully obvious from Ouma's invasiveness, but Saihara did feel like he had some degree of control in the situation if whatever it was took place in his room. Though he was probably just fooling himself. "But you really shouldn't hang around too late. I'm certain Momota-kun and Hoshi-kun are gonna come back to get rest sooner or later.”
