[ Why is he feeling as if he can't lose Ouma from his sight? It's difficult to explain or to justify... even to himself. No matter how much he might excuse it as making certain he won't run, in the end that's not quite it. It's a far less rational need, just something that feels more born out of some odd desperation, coupled with the subconscious knowledge he has nothing better right now. Something that the relief he feels when they seem to agree doesn't let him forget.
But... the other feels different too, just a little; Saihara can kind of tell as he studies his profile when they start walking, for the briefest of seconds. He'd never thought he'd associate quiet with Ouma of all things, but right now it almost seems to suit him.
...And that's it. That's the reason he can't convince himself, because he already knows that there'll be no more running. Not right now. He can pretend to still doubt it all he likes, but the truth is he barely makes any effort to keep close watch. If he's looking for any reason, it's more that he just... wants a read.
They make it to the classroom door, and he lets Ouma in first before following him, with a quick visual scan for any changes since he hasn't been in. There really isn't much, though; the same coat from his spare school uniform is laid out on one of the desks where he'd left it, looking a little crumpled from being used as a pillow. For a minute, he almost forgets about the issue preventing it, and he turns to tell Ouma they can sit by the window where there's a little more light but... well.
With a sigh, he just heads over there himself while he types on his PDA. ]
Ouma-kun... I need you to be honest about one thing. Did you know I was here before tonight?
[ It might be in equal parts testing for reasons to keep his guard up, as it is a genuine question. ]
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But... the other feels different too, just a little; Saihara can kind of tell as he studies his profile when they start walking, for the briefest of seconds. He'd never thought he'd associate quiet with Ouma of all things, but right now it almost seems to suit him.
...And that's it. That's the reason he can't convince himself, because he already knows that there'll be no more running. Not right now. He can pretend to still doubt it all he likes, but the truth is he barely makes any effort to keep close watch. If he's looking for any reason, it's more that he just... wants a read.
They make it to the classroom door, and he lets Ouma in first before following him, with a quick visual scan for any changes since he hasn't been in. There really isn't much, though; the same coat from his spare school uniform is laid out on one of the desks where he'd left it, looking a little crumpled from being used as a pillow. For a minute, he almost forgets about the issue preventing it, and he turns to tell Ouma they can sit by the window where there's a little more light but... well.
With a sigh, he just heads over there himself while he types on his PDA. ]
Ouma-kun... I need you to be honest about one thing. Did you know I was here before tonight?
[ It might be in equal parts testing for reasons to keep his guard up, as it is a genuine question. ]