Ouma's POV:

I was rolling down the hallway searching for the long lost vending machines when I first smelled some smoke in the air. Then came the fires. The fire alarms were blaring in the distance, and I could see the downpour of water, oh no.

I felt my palms sweating as I tried and moved, the wheels were slipping around and I didn't even know where I was going, but to no avail, I was going in circles at this point, what do I do? Where is everyone? Come on staff the ONE time I needed you most you had to disappear-

BANG

My eyes widened in shock, was that a gun? Someone's here...and they have guns. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, where do I go? What do I do? I can't defend myself! I'mGoingToDie-

Someone started pushing my chair, I widened my eyes and turned around to see who it was. 

It was Saihara.

Saihara?! 

We didn't talk at all, he just ran with my chair until he finally found whatever he was looking for, a tiny little storage closet and flung open the door, it was tight and confined space, and he quickly looked at me "we can't fit your chair" he told me, "Saihara what's happening-?" I tried to ask but Saihara wasn't in the mood for questions as he picked me up and kicked the chair down the hall in hopes it would draw attention away and he shut the door.

And locked it.

We were left alone in the darkness, space was confined and Saihara dropped me off on one of the boxes that were inside, he stayed in the other corner, clearly trying to get as far away from me as possible.

I felt myself tensing up. 

"Why...?" I muttered, Saihara looked at me confused, "What?" he whispered, I bit my lip, not sure how to phrase this, "why did you-" I started but then I heard people walking past us.

I felt myself staring at the door and then back to Saihara, he had the same scared expression as he looked at me holding a finger to his lips, I nodded and kept quiet. We may have sat like that for a minute or two but it felt like hours, neither of us were saying a word, occasionally the sounds of people walking down the hall but neither of us could tell whether they were friend or foe. 

If they wanted to kill us or something worse.

I could barely keep myself from not panicking, I was hyperventilating as I closed my eyes tightly, the walls were closing in on me, let me out please let me out already, I can't take this...my breath was hitching.

I can't do this anymore, I couldn't control my body and tried my best to reach the door clawing at it, letmeoutletmeoutletmeout I chanted over and over again in my head, I reached for the lock as Saihara dragged me back, "what are you doing?!" he whisper/yelled and I could only sob, "let me out..." I pleaded.

"Ouma?" Saihara whispered I looked over to him, great he's seeing me panic, "Ouma what's wrong?" he asked, I could barely get my words right, "I...I can't take this" I muttered, Saihara just looked confused, "take what? We'll...I'll protect you in case something happens ok?" Saihara promised.

I shook my head, "t-the closet...it's t-too small..." I choked out, I could only wince at my stuttering of the words, Saihara looked at me confused as I felt tears forming, let me out of here, let me out of here, it's closing in, I'm going to die in here I'm going to get crushed again I don't want to die here...

Saihara patted me on the back.

At first, I didn't feel it, maybe because of my paralysis or something else, and then he just continued to do that, "it's ok...it's ok..." he repeated for me, I sniffled in response. I hate the fact that I'm trapped in a closet with him, it revealing my claustrophobia I developed after the game.

"Why..?" I muttered, "why did you s-save me?" I asked, looking at him with tears in my eyes, "w-why didn't y-you leave m-me to die? Y-You, hate me so w-why didn't you l-leave me to die?!" I asked Saihara's eyes widened and he looked around for a while not being able to answer my question before taking a deep breath, "I just couldn't leave somebody to die"

And at the same time...I was glad it was him. Maybe that's the small part of me that liked him back then, that fool. Maybe he wasn't wrong all the time.

Just this once.

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Saihara's POV:

After a while Ouma calmed down he was sobbing at some points and I couldn't do much other than try and comfort him with varying levels of success, eventually, he just fell asleep against the boxes, I didn't know he had claustrophobia, I guess I should have expected that considering how he died though. He looked terrified here

He just cried. That was all he did for the hours we spent inside the closet, and I could only watch. It was strange seeing Ouma vulnerable like that, he rarely showed that side, one of the only times before on a scale like this being right before Gokuhara's execution.

He followed that with his now I know for sure mask act, where he acted as the villain. That same person who was now sleeping right next to me.

"Why..?" I muttered, "why did you s-save me?" I asked, looking at him with tears in my eyes, "w-why didn't y-you leave m-me to die? Y-You, hate me so w-why didn't you l-leave me to die?!" 

Did he really think I would have just left him there? It wasn't even a matter of me thinking about, I just saw him there, confused and terrified and dragged him with me, there wasn't time for any sort of hate emotions at that moment just that I didn't want us to die.

I don't want you to die...you messed up, you really messed up at times that made me change my opinions on you, and doubt the kind of person you really were...but you still deserve to be alive.