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Ouma wasn't at all used to caring for people. Needless to say, this lack of knowledge made it very much so a challenge to properly care for Saihara. 

Well, saying it like that made it sound like the other girl got an injury every day. Really, it was down to a few a week-- a great improvement Ouma accredited to her haircut for the girl. She still can't fully believe the other had trusted her with that so soon. 

"Aren't they too short?" Saihara had brushed her bangs with a concerned look.

"Better than too long. And look how pretty your eyes are," She'd teased, fondly looking into the taller's eyes. 

"It's fine then..." Saihara had blushed, "Thank you."

Ouma absolutely did not fluster over her thanks. That was beneath someone like her, obviously.

She can't say exactly when their relationship developed. Maybe they should talk about it in words but neither were very good at them so it just felt natural. 

She had... some obstacles. Realistically, she shouldn't be upset Saihara has others to help her. Very supportive friends, at that. Ouma can only say she got along with Amami well. Between idiotic Momota, scary Harukawa, and blind optimist Akamatsu, she didn't know how to not antagonize the bunch. 

But they did help Saihara, and Saihara cared about them so she'd suck it up. For now, she was focused on making sure her newfound crush didn't fall without her there to help her up. 

They were currently studying at Saihara's house. Her uncle seemed rather surprised when Ouma came over, and she took that as a good sign. She liked having a part of Saihara's life all to herself.

Kicking her feet mindlessly, Ouma tried to focus on her math homework and not stare too much at her girlfriend. It was a challenge. And that was coming from someone with an entire evil organization to lead! Or maybe not. 

"Ouma-san..." 

Ouma turned to her girlfriend who was holding an obviously water damaged notebook.

"What happened to it?"

"I don't even know this time. I probably spilled something on it," Saihara huffed, throwing the soggy notebook on her nightstand. 

"Don't sweat it, we'll just use my notes," She waved it off. 

A jolt when through her body when Saihara did indeed lean over to look at her notes. They were nothing to be in awe over: covered in more doodles and messy scribbling than notes. Saihara giggled at some of the drawings. 

Ouma tried to act cool about everything, she really did. But how could anyone be calm with such a pretty girl embracing them and smiling over stupid doodles? 

"Ouma-san? Are you alright? I think this question is wrong?" Saihara pointed out, and the girl unintentionally squeaked in surprise.

Saihara's eyes widened before she burst into giggles, earning a halfhearted nudge from Ouma. 

"I didn't know a supreme leader of evil could make cute noises," Saihara teased, resting her head on the other's as she pouted.

"Never speak of this again!" Ouma was blushing a storm, face buried into her notebook.

Saihara rolled her eyes but agreed and went back to their books. Ouma can't really recall what they studied that day.

The next day they met up to walk to school together, and Ouma was met with Saihara having noticeable scrapes on her knees. Before the blue-haired girl could protest, she dragged her to sit down on a nearby bus stop and dug through her bag. Finally, she pulled out a small first aid kit-- something she'd started carrying on her after one too many scares. 

"I really try not to cause you trouble, Ouma-san," Saihara sighed, wincing as she applied the antiseptic. 

While this was still new to Ouma, she didn't mind it at all. Maybe if it were anyone else like Gokuhara or Iruma, she'd make fun of them for a while longer. But Saihara was wholly different and held a different spot in her heart than them...as cheesy as that sounded. She'd never admit that to the other girl.

"Cause me trouble? I lead an evil organization of thousands. What's so hard about looking after my girlfriend?"

Their was a small pause between them as Ouma finished patching up Saihara. She'd been laughably bad at first aid down to the bandage wrap not too long ago. 

"G- girlfriend?"

Ouma looked up to see Saihara blushing red. It took her a moment to understand why she was so flustered. When it clicked she felt her face heat up as well.

"We've never called each other that out loud, huh?" Ouma said nonchalantly, in contrast to the pink blush dusting her cheeks.

"I'm fine with it-- More than fine, that makes it sound like I'm hesitant. I'm not, I--" Saihara rambled on, her eyebrows furrowed. 

Ouma chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and turning to walk ahead of her, so she couldn't see her own flustered expression. 

"We're gonna be late if we don't hurry!" She called to the other, pretending not to notice when the other intertwined their hands as they walked together. 

Of course, Momota had to ruin it as they walked in. At least now she could count on it happening again! She was right for carrying first aid supplies on her, even if her administration was decent at best.

Perhaps Ouma was too careful with Saihara and not enough with herself. Either way, all that mattered in the moment was that she'd taken one too many dares from Iruma and her finger was bleeding. She swore Saihara almost fainted when she saw it happen. 

"Guess I lost," She pouted, earning a fit of giggles from Iruma, "Hurts like a bitch though."

Almost immediately, her girlfriend (a word still new on her tongue, that's for sure) reached into her bag and pulled out the first aid kit she'd seen earlier. 

"Saihara-chan has a great memory," She drawled, resisting the urge to blush as the blue-haired girl carefully cleaned and wrapped her injured finger. She scowled slightly at whatever Harukawa whispered to her but otherwise had a soft expression the entire time.

Ouma didn't quite know how to function at that moment.

"Thanks," She said in a low mutter, wanting no one but the girl in front of her to hear it.

"Anything for...my girlfriend, right?" Saihara said, her eyes down on the first aid kit as she closed it. It didn't hide the creeping blush on her face at all. 

Ouma smiled. She really liked taking care of Saihara, but as it turned out, she liked Saihara taking care of her as well.