#O18 - Mother

The day peaked through the window, shining soft sunlight on the two sleeping lovers.

You two had slept in, it was now 12 in the afternoon. Ohma groggily opened his eyes, blessed by the greeting of your sunkissed face. His heart pounded as he unknowingly let out a smile for you to wake up to as well.

You grinned back sweetly. Ohma's smile to you was priceless. You would never trade it away, not even omnipotence.

You greeted eachother a goodmorning before preparing for brunch. You met outside in the hallway as Ohma's heart skipped a beat seeing you walking towards him.

"I'm hungry, let's go quickly." You said, beginning your walk to the lunch area. You wanted to talk more about last night but you felt too shy to even speak up.

"So, uhm..." You began. He looked at you as he waited for you to continue your sentence. You looked away, your heart and butterflies in your stomach refusing to return his gaze. You wonder where all the boldness from last night went off to.

"Is this about last night?" He spoke. You nodded in reply as Ohma looked away from you to watch his steps ahead.

"Well, I think we both enjoyed it so there isn't much to talk about.""I guess so...""But..." He began once more. You looked at him as he averted his gaze. You two had switched roles.

"You are my girlfriend now- or whatever the hell they call that shit, so if you want to talk about it then i'm fine with it. I don't really care." He covered his mouth, attempting to hide the red on his cheeks. Your heart fluttered as your eyes widened in joy and surprise. A blush painted onto your face, you smiled.

"Mhm!" You hummed, taking his idle hand and intertwining it with yours. He cracked a smile. Not a smile of cockyness or pride, which were usually the kind of smiles he gave, but a smile of love. A sweet smile that could paint the world as if it was nothing but rainbows and joy, as long as it had you.

"Ohma, today is a free day and the fights would take place in the evening. Plus, the pool is opening afterwards too!" You chatted."Really?" He replied, sounding kind of uninterested. You knew he wouldn't be into in these kinds of events though."Yeah! Would you go with me? I don't want to be on my own there..." You requested. He hummed."I'll think about it." He said. You felt a little bummed out, but you couldn't force him to go anyway.

You two arrived at the buffet, grabbing your food before making your way to an empty table. You both sat and ate while chatting. You were the one who mostly did the talking though. Ohma stared and listened the entire time you talked. He replied in mere nods, hums or muffled sentences since his mouth was always full of food but he paid attention.

"Hm, we haven't seen Kazuo-san lately have we? He's been so busy." You said. He nodded in agreement."Hopefully we see him soon. What'll you be up to the entire day today?" "Mo idewa. Juft wif yew I gesh." (No idea. Just with you I guess.) Ohma said, his mouth stuffed. You clicked your tongue in annoyance.

"You know, you better chew your damn food properly or else you'll choke. I can't have you dying on me." You scolded him. He hummed in reply.

You waited for him to finish eating before the two of you went for a walk to help get rid of the feeling of a stuffed stomach. You two were close to eachother, his arm around your waist.

"F/N, are you okay?" He asked out of the blue."Hm? I'm pretty good, why do you ask though?""Did that asshole do anything to you?"

Oh, right. Your thoughts about Kiryu Setsuna had been drowned out from all these happy moments with Ohma.

"Well, as long as i'm with you i'll be okay." You said. He smirked."Damn right." Replied Ohma.

Suddenly, your phone rang in your slingbag. Ohma had been carrying it for you so without warning, he opened the bag and immediately picked up the phone call.

Most of the people you had on your contacts were your boss, your old friends you didn't even speak to anymore, Makicchi and your family.

"Man," Your thoughts began."The only person who ever really calls me is mom, like once every few months. Right, my mo-"

"Who is this? Hah? I'm her husband, who the hell are you? Her mom?"

You choked on air. You snatched the phone away from Ohma.

"M-M-Mom!" You stuttered, fear audible in your voice.

"F/N L/N, you are to explain right now who that man on the phone was! Since when did you get married?! Worst of all his language is so vulgar and filthy! You better get on your laptop and video call me right now to explain!" She yelled over the phone so loudly even Ohma could hear it. She hung up after rushing you.

You held Ohma's hand as you two walked back to the hotel rooms. You practically already became a ghost the moment you stepped foot into your room.

You grabbed your laptop, placing it onto one of the tables inside the luxurious hotel room. Ohma sat beside you. You were sweating your skin and muscles off. Ohma noticed your nerves, confused as to why you were so afraid.

He gently placed his thumb on your chin, moving your face to look to the side where he was, pulling you closer to him. He planted a soft kiss on your lips. That was his attempt at trying to calm you down and it somehow worked.

"Calm down. Let's just explain to your mom." He said."She can't know you're a fighter...she won't accept it. She can't know anything about the Kengan association either." You replied with a sad look on your face.

The ringtone rang on your laptop. Your mom was calling. You took a deep breath before picking up.

She looked angry, her arms crossed together and an eyebrow raised.

"Mom, this is Ohma Tokita. Ohma, my mother." You said nervously. You placed your hand behind Ohma's head and made him bow. You knew Ohma sort of lacked regular social skills, so you prayed to every god there was that he wouldn't mess up or else your life would truly be over.

"So? Why didn't I hear of any of this?" She asked, demanding an answer with her stern voice."I'm sorry, mom. Ohma and I are legally married, we didn't have a big wedding though. We both decided we didn't really like that kind of stuff."

Lies. Lies here and there. When you got married, you wanted a formal wedding more than anything. You felt terrible for not telling your own mother the truth, but this was for her safety. And for your own life too, you'd be dead meat if she found out what Ohma's true occupation was.

"Well, I guess this isn't that bad. I haven't called you in a few months either." She said, calming down and loosening up. You let out a deep sigh, you didn't realise you'd been holding your breath up until now.

"You're lucky your husband's a looker, F/N dear!" She chuckled."Ahahah... yeah..." You chuckled back awkwardly. Ohma wore a confused look on his face.

"Anyway, did you get your wall re-painted dear? It looks a lot cleaner!""O-Oh! Uhm, yeah! I did!" You said. Your background was a white wall so it wasn't recognizable that you were far from home.

"I need to go, your father needs help with something. Let's have a chat over dinner tomorrow evening. Look forward to it, F/N dear! Bye honey!" She concluded, ending the call after blowing you a kiss through the screen.

You felt your soul leaving your body. Tomorrow evening? You couldn't make it tomorrow evening, and you knew your mother, she never budges when it comes to the date of a meeting she herself arranged.

"Ohma..." you cried, tears dotting on your eyes. His face deadpanned as you hovered towards him for a hug.

"Whaddamigunado...?" You clumped your words together.

"T-There, there..." Ohma awkwardly replied, patting you on the back unintentionally in a rather hard manner causing you to make a surprised grunting noise.

"D-Dude, your hand is really heavy you know..." You complained. Ohma had forgotten about that. He apologized.

"I'm going to go and bargain with my mother!! I'll text her right now." You announced, pulling your phone out and opening your messages with your mom.

"WAAAAH I CAN'T DO IT!!!" You yelled and whined, hugging Ohma tightly. He patted your back, making sure to do it softer this time.

"Okay, okay. Enough complaning, Y/N! You can do this!" You said aloud, once more turning your phone on and opening your chatbox with your mother.

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHH, I KNEW IT OHMA! I CAN'T DO IT!!!" You cried, rushing to hug him again making you both fall off the chair.

"F/N L/N, you're yelling in my ear..." He said."O-Oh, sorry Ohma." You apologized. You stood up, getting off of Ohma. You reached your hand out to help him up but he ignored it. You clicked your tongue and gave him a snarky look.

You swiftly poked the side of his stomach, causing him to flinch in surprise and look at you in confusion. You pouted.

"Okay. Here I go." You said, finally pressing send on your message.

🟠  Mom  Online now________________________________🟣   F/N L/N  Mom, Ohma and I can't make it to the dinner tomorrow evening. We both have business trips to attend and we won't be back until next week.- seen

📷  🖼 (_________________) ➡️

Oh no. She was typing. Hearing the sound of the notification made you too nervous to even look. You told Ohma to look and read it aloud for you.

"She said it's fine." He said. You were in disbelief, taking your phone from Ohma to see for yourself.

New notification from: 🟠   Mom - 1 minute agoAw...that's okay, honey...you aren't a little girl anymore after all...text me when you are home safely...

Your face brightened up, beaming as you smiled jumping up and down all over the place.

"OHMA!! WE DID IT!!" You grinned."I didn't do anything though-""Oh, you! Quit being so modest! C'mon let's go visit their activities area to celebrate!""But-""Are you coming or not? Hurry!" You rushed him, grabbing him by the hand and leading him out the door.

You two spent the whole day at the activities area. They had ping pong, a gym, billiards, and even more. Ohma played a bunch of new sports that day, he got a little too competitive though which led to him receiving a scolding from you.

Finally, the evening had arrived. You two left the fighting arena, stretching your arms as you walked out.

"Man, that was intense! I still can't believe you fell asleep. But your head was really heavy, you know? My shoulder cramped up so hard!" You complained, smacking him on the back of his head as he oofed in pain.

"Anyway, are you coming with me to the pool party?""Uh, I guess." He said, rubbing the back of his head."Great! You can bring me food while I play with Makicchi in the pool." You smiled.

You returned back to your hotel room, Ohma followed. You decided he would help you pick out swimwear.

"Alright, choose between these three!" You said. You laid out three bathing suits that Ohma didn't even bother to look at.

"I really don't ca-""Shut your trap!"

You yelled, smacking him on the lower back.

"You hit me so much even though i'm your boyfriend..." He muttered in complaint, rubbing the area you had attacked.

"Because you do dumb stuff! Now, pick please!" You replied. He pointed to a random one without even looking, he couldn't be arsed to.

"Okay!" You said. "Now, get out.""Hah?? Why the hell am I being kicked out now?""You know the reason why!!""No, I don't."

He said. I guess he really didn't.

"I-I'm gonna change..." You said shyly. Ohma gave you a look of annoyance and disbelief at what you just said.

"But i've already seen you naked." He reasoned out. You vigorously shook your head no."No, no, no way! That's completely different!"

Ohma sighed."I'll wait outside. Wear my hoodie while we get there so you aren't cold." He said before leaving and shutting the door behind him.