Love

I really love Ouma.

Like... really love him. I want him in every way possible.

He's so cute, smart, witty. He can be a bit of a pain or a tiny bit annoying, but he's funny to make up for it.

He's so attractive to me, it makes me go crazy. And I haven't even talked about his appearance yet.

I love his hair. I love his eyes. I love his smile. I even love when he gets scary and intimidating.

He's short and skinny, but it adds so much to make him so cute. I'm only slightly taller than him, managing to still be tall enough to have to look down at him to make eye contact is so adorable. I'd love to carry him in my arms. He'd protest and call me garbage, but it'd be worth it.

If he only gave me a chance I know he could open up to me at some point, even a little bit. It'd take a long time but I'm a patient man, I'd do anything for Kokichi. Anything.

I love him. I want him. His cute personality and his cute little face and his cute little body. He's so cute. He's so handsome. He's so perfect.

The thought of him with anyone else makes me feel sick. He's my favorite person, real or not. He's the only one for me I'm sure of it. He's out there somewhere. I'm going to find him. I won't ever stop looking.

Ouma, if you're there, I miss you. I love you. Come back to me.