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Summary: The remnants are given the opportunity to help future foundation in secret, and Hinata is throwing himself into a lot of exhausting and time-consuming missions, lasting a few months at best. Komaeda is still considered too unstable to accompany him, so they can only contact each other about once a week via phone, but they make do with it. After an especially exhausting week he is given some free time for a good job, and as an extra surprise he finds that Komaeda is waiting for him.

Rating: E

Warnings: It’s smut. Top!Hinata. Vanilla smut, but smut nonetheless. They decide to forgo condoms. That’s not safe.

Notes: This is a commission for @freakysandra1995 and the summary is the prompt they gave me. Good setup! Hopefully the payoff is also good. Lol. Okay that’s a pretty lame joke and I’m very sorry. Please enjoy! I hope you like it! If you’re in the mood for fluffy smut, maybe check this fic out? :3

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“So how are things? Do you feel accomplished now that you’re done with your latest mission?”

“Hnnnnnnnnnnngh.”

“Oh, dear,” Komaeda giggles lightly and breathily. “Sounds like you really need that break, Hinata-kun. Last time you at least managed a few syllables.”

“...yeah.” He can only sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he rubbed away his throbbing headache. “It was beyond fucking ridiculous, Nagito. The project was plagued with bad luck that almost rivaled yours. I don’t know who or what was cursed but between the bad weather, the flimsy materials, people getting sick, and a million things needing to get done... I feel like my head’s about to burst so that Kamukura Izuru can crawl out to escape the madness.”

And at that, his head stung so bad like something was scratching through the lobes of his brain from the inside.

“Uuuuurgh...!”

“Aah.” Komaeda sounded sympathetic, at least. “That must’ve been rough. Oh, I experienced quite horrible bad luck today too!”

Hinata blinked at that, leaning towards the phone, closer to the lilt of his lover’s laughter. “Yeah?”

“A seagull stole my breakfast! Twice! I had to chase it for what felt like miles! What a wretched bird!”

Hinata snorted.

“That’s not bad luck, that’s your own fault. I told you not to feed the seagulls on the island, but you kept doing it. Now whenever they see you with food, they’re gonna think it’s for them.”

He doesn’t have to see Komaeda to know he’s pouting with the way he grumbles on the other line. Despite that, he does perk at the words that he had only been able to decipher because he paid such close attention even now.

“...it’s definitely bad luck.”

“It’s trained animal behavior,” Hinata said.

“It’s definitely bad luck, Hinata-kun!”

“Geez, don’t argue.”

“It’s the truth! If you don’t believe me, fine.” Komaeda huffed. “But, I might not share my good luck with you afterwards. It’s so cruel of you to doubt your insecure lover. I thought you said I should have more faith in myself?”

“I... Of course you should.” Dammit, Nagito, those are some dirty fucking tactics, but...

He couldn’t help but smile, even with a wince.

“You absolutely should have more faith in yourself. My Nagito’s not just incredibly smart, he’s got great intuition.” Hinata sighed almost wistfully. “So smart. So handsome. Just how did I get so lucky?”

“Stop that; I’m supposed to be mad at you!”

“Please don’t be mad,” he pleaded, even as his smile grew. “I’m sorry, Nagito! You were right and I was wrong, it was definitely bad luck, please forgive your imperfect love—!”

And then Komaeda hung up on him. Sudden enough to make him flinch, smile dropping and pain still buzzing in his skull. Hinata pulls away from the phone, blinking, staring at the CALL END flashing on the screen before it shuts off.

Unsurprisingly, his headache flares up. And then, a text.

“Drink water!”

Hinata exhaled but pushed himself up anyway to go do just that.

It was going to be another long and lonely night.

--

With as much as he complained, things really weren’t that difficult. With Kamukura’s talents, he could complete any task efficiently no matter how much the universe among other things pushed back. Truth be told, he was grateful for things to be progressing like this.

The more he got done for the Future Foundation, the better things got for everyone. The world and their lives were being rebuilt. That, above all else, was more than enough reason to keep pushing through.

It was just—lonely.

He barely spoke with Naegi’s group anymore. He barely spoke with his friends, considering they were all also busy either with recovery or rebuilding. And Komaeda—god, he missed Komaeda.

Komaeda may have wished him off with a smile, may have smiled even when told that he was too risky to accompany his own boyfriend, but things were so lonely without him in particular.

The tasks weren’t difficult. The people weren’t difficult, even as they sometimes appraised him with uncertainty and the occasional suspicion. Given how secretive his presence was supposed to be, Hinata couldn’t exactly make friends. Truth be told, he didn’t much mind that.

But not having Komaeda, who drooled on him while he slept and one time burned soup when trying to surprise him with breakfast in bed—it was...rough.

So many people looked at his Nagito and saw a ticking time bomb. For several months, Komaeda Nagito helped keep him grounded. Komaeda Nagito had taunted him, tormented him, and then had taken his hand with a steadying squeeze and a calming smile.

Without the help of that person, he knows that he would’ve lost himself in those months.

And that person had been deemed to big a risk to be with him.

Sometimes, life really was unfair. But they still made things work. They talked every week, they laughed, sometimes, they’d chat until someone fell asleep. Things weren’t the best, but they weren’t unpleasant, either.

Still, Hinata missed him. He missed him a lot.

So much so that he was certain no one could comprehend the extent of it.

--

There were still things to do. Damage control, check-ins, test runs, protocol, procedures, check, discuss, check, inquires, check, and oh, the weather was going to be bad again.

A fire catches in the district over. For a hot minute, Hinata wants his district to burn, too.

It’s put out quickly, so the damage done is minimal. But damage is still a setback.

More hours wasted.

But eventually, it gets done. Hinata accepts the news mutely and vacantly.

He’s not sure what face he’s making, but whatever it is, it makes his superiors grimace and then—

“You should take some time off before your next mission. Take this time to recuperate. We’ll contact you later.”

The smile Hinata gave might’ve terrified them. But like hell he could care.

--

The district he stays in is unsurprisingly isolated from others. There are other staff members who live in the houses nearby, but otherwise, the so-called neighborhood is largely empty. And it’s comparatively low quality compared to other housing areas for actual Future Foundation members.

There’s no point in complaining. He should be grateful he’s even here.

He’s told himself this constantly, droning it in Kamukura Izuru’s dull, unconvincing tone. He can’t even convince himself that Komaeda would say these things. Komaeda would definitely turn his nose up at a place like this.

Hinata sighed as he fished out his usual key, attached to a keychain with a tiny, tacky metal skull. And then, he froze, hearing some rustling.

...someone’s in the house.

Someone with very familiar steps and a very familiar hum.

Hinata almost knocks the door off its hinges trying to get inside.

“Nagito?!”

“Welcome home, dear!” Komaeda turns to him with a beam, duster in hand, apron tied around his waist, handkerchief tied around his neck. He waves with a few mechanical whirls of his robotic hand. “I was hoping to get the cleaning done before you arrived, but...! You’re here earlier than I expected! Is that good luck or bad luck?”

“G... Guh...”

A million tasks he can organize with this warped brain of his and it’s in this moment where the clumsy thing has started to short-circuit.

Because it’s Komaeda. Komaeda who he hasn’t seen in a while, who’s in this house that he’s used to being hollow and lonely.

Komaeda, whose smile widens while his head tilts.

“Hmm? Which is it, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata practically lurches forward, uncaring of the dirt as his arms wrapped around Nagito tightly and securely, squeezing just enough to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Good luck,” he gasps out. “It’s definitely...definitely good luck.”

“Aah, is that so?” With a laugh, Komaeda embraces him in return. “Well, then I’m very glad to see you.”

“Me too,” Hinata breathed, running his fingers through his hair and inhaling the scent of dust and dried flowers. “God, I—I’m home.”

--

Komaeda makes him tea and finishes up the cleaning. He refuses Hinata’s help, and that’s just as well. Just watching Komaeda clean is something Hinata accepts greedily after not seeing him for so long.

Too long.

He’s still so pale. But he’s put on some weight. Thank god. I was worried about his appetite.

“...they finally let you leave the island?”

“Not for very long,” Komaeda said, sighing. “Less than a week. Truth be told, I thought I’d barely get to see you with how busy you can be, so there realistically wouldn’t be much gained from going, but...” He shrugged. “I wanted to see you. Things back on the islands are so—boring. Uneventful. And you were what largely made things bearable.”

“I see...” Hinata rubbed at his nape. “Well, you’re in luck. I got a break, so—I think I’ll be able to spend all that time with you.”

“Did people die?” Komaeda’s eyes were considerably wide.

“...No.”

But they had gotten injured. Hinata helped treat some of them.

Let’s not think about that.

“...I really had missed you, Nagito.”

Komaeda smiles broadly, eyes sparkling.

“And I you.”

He finishes cleaning, humming as he does, and Hinata gets up.

“I should make us dinner,” he said. “Nagito, you’ve eaten lunch, right?”

“You don’t waste time, do you?” Komaeda asked good-naturedly. “I ate rations on the way here.”

“That’s not much. I’ll cook up something more than that.”

Komaeda giggles into his hand.

“Just don’t push yourself.”

--

With their weekly phone calls, there wasn’t much to talk about over dinner. Despite that, the two of them talked easily as they always had. Komaeda would laugh at Hinata’s more sardonic remarks and Hinata watched and listened intently as Komaeda prattled on about the books he’s been reading.

It’s not just once that he thinks about how much he missed seeing Komaeda’s face like this, especially with how Komaeda talks enthusiastically with his hands, how his eyes are alit, how those white curls bounced with how he either nodded or shook his head furiously. How Komaeda blushes radiantly when Hinata chuckles at him, and then how he puffs his cheeks like a blowfish which just makes Hinata laugh more at how adorable he looks.

Ah. His breath catches briefly when Komaeda does get truly flustered, fiddling with his fingers, red blossoming to his ears.

It’s been too long.

He watches intently as Komaeda washes their dishes, and his gaze sweeps downwards. Komaeda’s nape, his slim back, slimmer waist, the swelling curvature of his rump and thighs.

Hinata inhales sharply.

The back of his knees, his calves—

I really, really missed him.

“Ah, Hinata-kun?” Somehow, he’s already gotten up. Somehow, he’s already taking Komaeda’s wrist, and right now, he’s pressing kisses along his fingers and knuckles. Komaeda’s cheeks glow pink, and then, he laughs. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

Komaeda is practically pinned to the counter as Hinata kisses him deeply, fingers stroking his jaw and threading through his hair.

“That’s okay,” Komaeda murmurs, letting out a soft gasp as Hinata kisses down his jaw, his neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. Komaeda melts into his touch with a sigh. “I’ve...definitely fingered myself on the way here in anticipation of seeing you after so long...”

Fuck.

He hoists Komaeda up and quickly carries him off without another word. Komaeda clings and giggles all the while, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and causing his steps to quicken.

--

“How’s your hand? It seems to be whirling alright.”

“It’s good enough to jerk you off, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I-I’m not...!” He bit his tongue and then shoved him back onto the bed, crawling over him and tugging at his own shirt collar. “Geez, you’re just too much.”

Komaeda gives him a coy look as he lies there. Ivory lashes flutter at him, and Komaeda reaches up to deftly undo Hinata’s buttons with his mechanical hand. When his shirt open, Komaeda pressed his hands against that bare chest, squeezing and running his fingers down the contours. Hinata shivered at that; Komaeda’s eyelashes lowered.

“You’re even more built than before with all the work they have you do...” Komaeda purred, squeezing his hips. “That said, you are taking care of your dietary needs right? Hydrating yourself properly? Maybe performing certain acts of stress relief?”

Hinata takes his wrists and pins him down.

“Is that what you think this is, Nagito?”

Komaeda smiles up at him serenely.

“Who knows?”

“I’d like to know.”

Komaeda laughs, squirming playfully as Hinata undresses him. He tries to kiss him a few times as a distraction, which works, but only briefly as Hinata discards all articles of clothing swiftly and unceremoniously off his person.

“So impatient...!” Komaeda stops however, entranced as Hinata strips himself next, tossing his shirt aside and tugging down his pants and underwear. Komaeda swallows. “I... Oh... Wow...”

Heat pools in Hinata’s cheeks from embarrassment and satisfaction. Despite that, he’s quick to ogle Komaeda just as much in return.

He’s still so pale. So lithe.

“You need more sunlight, Nagito,” he murmurs, squeezing a thigh. It’s full and plush, and Komaeda meets his flickering stare with a small smile.

Komaeda leans in, and whispers into his ear, “I plan on it, Hinata-kun.”

Hinata’s blush darkens, but he snorts. “That’s a pretty lame comeback. I’m not the same thing as sunlight.”

Komaeda puffed his cheeks and flicks his nose.

“No sense of romance!” he exclaimed. “Namesake aside, you really are like the sun, you know.”

Arms loop around his neck and pull him close.

“Blinding and warm, it’s because of you that I’m even alive...”

Soft smoothed lips briefly met his own. Aah, Komaeda put on lip balm. Generic brand. Lemon flavored.

“You make the world brighter, clearer, and everything just revolves around you,” Komaeda chuckles, nipping at his lower lip. “Warm, secure, safe... Radiance... Sometimes a bit fiery... Yep. It’s a really fitting family name you have.” Thin fingers brush through the spikes on the back of his neck, the tips cold enough to evoke a light shiver. “Hinata Hajime. I really do love that name of yours.”

He’s said as much before, and it’s no less flustering to hear again.

“Y-Yours is pretty good too, Nagito. Nagito.” Despite that, his racing heart wouldn’t calm at all. “Ah, Nn... Nagito...”

Komaeda kisses him firmly, tongue flickering against him, and pulled away with a wet smack between their lips. With those milky gray-green eyes twinkling up at him as Komaeda’s lashes fluttered, Hinata heard his own heartbeat like the pounding of a drum.

He leans in, and kisses Komaeda’s forehead. Then, his cheek. His ear. His jaw. His neck. His shoulder. His sternum.

Komaeda’s cold to the touch, and he stiffens under his roaming hands.

“So warm,” he bites out, wheezing as he does. He shudders as Hinata plays with his nipples. “A-Ah...!”

“You’re just too sensitive,” Hinata mumbled. He flicks at them, watching with a darkening gaze as the buds swelled and hardened. Rosy against fair white, he can’t help but lean in to nip and tease the buds with his tongue and teeth.

Komaeda immediately squirms, gasping before mewling as Hinata sucks. When he pulls away, a grin twists at his lips.

“Look,” he says fondly and adoringly. “You’re hard down here, too.”

Komaeda sticks out his lower lip.

“That’s expectable,” he retorted. “You should’ve known that would happen.”

“Yeah, I did. But it’s still nice to see.” Hinata nuzzled his cheek. “Seeing you turned on is really gratifying, Nagito.”

“Why?” Komaeda asked quietly. “Because it’s good for the ego?”

...Hm.

Hinata’s fingers wrap around the base of his cock and begin to stroke upwards. Already, the head is beading with clear fluid. Komaeda inhales, exhales, rosy cheeks darkening.

“That’s part of it,” he admits, taking in that face, meeting those glimmering, needy gray-greens. “But mostly... I just like that I can make you feel good like this.”

Komaeda moans at his ministrations. It’s so erotic that it’s unbearable.

Unbearable. No. I should use a different word. Unendurable, maybe?

“H-Hinata-kun...!”

“It’s been too long,” he found himself saying, blinking at him and twisting his wrist, jerking off his lover in complete earnest. “Waiting until the moment I could see you again, until I could have you in my arms and in my bed again—it was almost unendurable.”

Komaeda keens, and then musters out, “F-For me it was agonizing...! So agonizing...!”

Aah, agonizing. Yes, that’s a better word. It had been painful. So, so, so painful. If not for your voice, I definitely would’ve fallen apart, Nagito. You kept me together. You saved me, time and time again. I love you, I love you, I—

Komaeda comes with a cry, cock spurting thick, warm, white ropes of cum that splattered onto his arm, hand, and across that pale, flat stomach. Hinata blinks, flushed as he swallows and then loosens his grip so that he can pull his hand away.

Komaeda pants, but he also watches intently as Hinata licks the cum off his own skin.

Bitter, Hinata thinks. Nagito needs to drink less soda and more water.

Komaeda laughs cheerfully, even as he’s still taking those deep gulping breaths.

“I forgot just how intense things get with you. Or maybe I was just really wound up in anticipation!” He snickers, high-pitched and breathy. “I might end up dying here at this rate. Wouldn’t that be the greatest pleasure at all?”

“No.” Hinata’s hand presses into the spot beside his head; Hinata’s mismatched stare bores into him. “Not at all. You shouldn’t even say that jokingly, Nagito.”

Komaeda’s smile twitches, but he relaxes.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t,” he sighs, reaching out and tenderly touching his lover’s cheek. Even this bit of contact was practically brimming with warmth. “But... Having to leave you is going to be so agonizing that I might as well be dying.”

Hinata takes his hand and squeezes in return before kissing his wrist.

“I guess that means we should make the most of our time together!” Komaeda exclaims brightly, beaming up at him. “I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to just spending our every waking moment in intimacy, Hinata-kun! Or, shouldn’t I say...” He pulls his hand away to tap him on the nose. “Ha, ji, me?”

Hinata shudders on the spot. Komaeda’s grin is smug at the fact.

“...Hajime,” he whispers sensually, pushing himself up and gazing up at him with those glowing, enchanting mossy greens under thick ivory lashes. “Hajime, let me return the favor.”

Hinata swallowed, and then, he flips them over without another word with Komaeda on top and seeming a bit taken aback from the suddenness of it.

“I don’t want you to hurt your neck,” Hinata said simply, even as he nervously averts his gaze. “So it’d be easier like this, right, Nagito?”

Komaeda blinks a few times and then he nods with a smile.

“Yes, that’s right.”

With that, he leans down, taking Hinata’s cock in hand and then into his mouth. After that, Hinata let his mind go blank as the sensations washed over him. His hips rock on instinct as Komaeda sucks, and a low groan escapes his lips.

“Fuck, Nagito...” He shivers at a clever flick of tongue, and then, without warning, Komaeda takes him in deeper—“F-Fuck, Nagito!”

It really had been too long. God, it had been way too fucking long. And, yet, Komaeda still deep-throated him like it was nothing.

“Nagito,” he slurs, reaching out to thread his fingers through Komaeda’s hair, hissing softly as Komaeda blinked innocent eyes back at him while continuing to messily suck him off. Hinata cracked a smile at the endearing sight of Komaeda drooling around him, wiping away a stream of saliva from Komaeda’s cheek with his thumb. Hinata ended up shuddering when Komaeda scraped his teeth against him in response. “Nagito, fuck...!”

“Mmm...” Komaeda pulls off him with a wet pop, licking his swelling lips. “You don’t need to say anything. Just relax, Hajime. I’ll take care of you.” He smiles brightly and pumps his cock, swiping off precum to suck it off his thumb. “I’ll take care of this, too.”

Fuck. Nagito.

He wasn’t in any position to argue.

Hinata lays back and relaxes best he can under the circumstances. Despite his effort, he can feel all too keenly where Komaeda’s touching him from his cock to his thigh being squeezed by the robotic hand. He sucks in his breath.

Komaeda takes him back into his mouth, surrounding him in warm, wet heat.

Fuck.

There’s not much else to do except enjoy it. As if there’d be any other choice, and as if he’d want to do anything else at that moment besides maybe pet Komaeda’s hair and coo over him, reiterate over and over again how much he adored him and loved him and how sexy he was how beautiful and perfect and wonderful and how much he loved him—

“H-Hah...!”

Yeah, there’s no way he could get all of that out without embarrassing himself horribly in the process. He was already tired, he just wanted to lay back and relax and let his mind go blank.

It really does feel so good. Nagito... Nagito, Nagito, Nagito...

“Nagito,” he murmured and his hips jerk. “N-Nagito...! Nagito, fuck, I might just...!”

Komaeda’s throat clamped around him. Komaeda’s clever fingers pressed into his perineum.

Hinata didn’t have a prayer as he came hard.

He blanked out for the first moment of absolute bliss he’s had in months.

When he came back to, Komaeda had already swallowed most of it, sucking remnants off his fingers.

“You’re still so quiet when you come,” he said. “Why is that?”

“I-I...” Hinata nearly bit his tongue as he shuddered, his thighs quivering a bit as he pushed himself up. “I dunno... That’s just...how I’m like, I guess. Sorry. I can call your name out if you want.”

“That would be nice, but your shaky gasping is cute, too.” Komaeda gives a cheerful smile. “Hinata-kun, you really are so cute. I love you.”

In an instant, Hinata pulls him into a deep kiss. He tastes himself on Komaeda’s tongue. It’s unsurprisingly bitter mixed with the usual sweet taste of his lover. He doesn’t mind it too much, especially with how Komaeda softly kisses him back.

“Mm...” When they part, Komaeda makes an adorable ‘pwah’ sound. “Nagito, I love you too. So, so much.”

Komaeda’s cheeks are rosy, his eyes alit as he beams. His giggle is even brighter as Hinata kisses along his jaw, down his neck, his shoulder.

“Hey... Hey, hey, hey...” Komaeda’s arms wrap around him; Komaeda hums softly into his ear. “Will that be all for now? I suppose we do have the time for more, later. Still I can’t help but feel a little disappoint—ah! Don’t bite!”

“Sorry,” Hinata muttered lowly and insincerely, kissing the teeth marks left behind on his pectoral. “Are you really good for more, Nagito?”

“I could probably go another round, maybe even two,” Komaeda said. “I’ve been taking steps to improve my stamina while you were gone, Hinata-kun! In fact, I have faith that I won’t even faint in the middle this time!”

Hinata gave him a look.

“I definitely won’t faint!” Komaeda exclaimed firmly. “After all, if I faint, I waste the precious time we have together! That would just be despairing!”

Despite his nose wrinkling, a smile tugged at the corner of Hinata’s lips. “You sure you don’t want me acting as your nurse, Nagito?”

“I’m pretty sure,” Komaeda replied, shaking his head. “As much as I enjoy spending time together, I’d feel like a burden if you had to take care of me like that again. You need to relax, Hinata-kun.”

“You’re not a burden,” he said more seriously. “So don’t say that, Nagito.”

“...you need to relax, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda repeated instead, cupping his cheek. “So I shouldn’t cause you any trouble while I’m here. That’s the opposite of what I want.”

Hinata nuzzled back into his hand, kissing his palm before tugging him into his lap. His fingers trail down Komaeda’s back, running over the ridges of his spine.

“You’re so warm, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda says and presses even closer against him. “Just like the sun.”

“My Nagito is like home,” Hinata said in return, earning a deep blush in response.

“I... It’s the same for me.” Komaeda nodded firmly. “Definitely. Geez. Hinata Hajime is dangerous. Not to be underestimated! You’ll be the death of me one of these days... I don’t want that, because I want to live with you...or something like that.”

“I want that too,” Hinata replied, eyes fond and adoring as he lays Komaeda on the bed, Komaeda’s arms still looped around his neck. “I’ll rush to make it so that we can stay together for as long as we can, Nagito.”

“Just don’t overwork yourself trying to do that, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda said. “I would be really upset with you if you did. And you don’t want to be scolded, right?”

“Mm... Guess not.”

But if it’s you, I don’t mind. If anything, I might just need it. That said, I shouldn’t trouble you too much, huh? You’ve had so much to worry about already, Nagito.

“Did you, uh, bring any condoms, Nagito?” Hinata asks, flustered. “I have lubricant, but not...that...”

“Yeah, I brought some packets,” Komaeda said with such enviable ease. And then, that cheerful smile. “But for this encounter, I wanted to go without. Is that okay?”

Hinata swallowed at that, flustering even more.

“It’s going to be messier, yes,” Komaeda went on, loosening his arms so that he could lay more comfortably beneath him, hair splayed beautifully across the pillow. “But there’s such satisfaction that can come from it, too. So just this once, at least? Please, Hajime?”

He really had Hinata wrapped around his little finger.

“...haah...”

Hinata pulls away briefly to retrieve the bottle he had stashed away in the bedside drawer for convenience. There was just enough in it, thankfully, though he would probably end up using the rest of the bottle for this. Which was fine. He had other bottles.

He slicks up his fingers first, for prosperity’s sake. Komaeda sucks in his breath as he presses those fingers to his entrance.

“You don’t have to prepare me,” he mumbles, almost sheepishly. “As I said, I prepared myself plenty, H... Hajime...”

“Yeah, but I want to feel that out for myself,” Hinata said and pushed in the first finger. Komaeda groans. “Oh, but you were right. You’re pretty prepared. You got here before I did. Were you fingering yourself, then...?”

“M... Maybe a little...” Komaeda squirms as his finger curls. “Aha...! It was in anticipation...! Impatient as I am, even I know my own meager touch could never compare to yours...”

It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to enjoy this heat...

Hinata adds another finger, thrusting them in more earnestly and earning a sharp gasp.

“Yeah... I feel the same way. Masturbating is just a means to an end for me. A way to relieve stress. But...” His eyes rake down Komaeda’s panting figure. That preciously flushed face, those morning dew eyes, that slender physique, those plush, quivering thighs, those greedy insides swallowing up his fingers—“Nagito’s body...is so much more than that.”

My Nagito is like home.

With that, he pulled his fingers out, already impatient.

He’s already prepared himself. And if I push it, he’s not going to last very long once my cock’s actually inside. With that in mind—

With that in mind, he positioned himself, taking in a deep breath as he was close.

“...Nagito...” He pushes inside, and their whole connected bodies shudder as he sinks into mind-numbing, constricting heat. “Oh, Nagito...”

“H-Hajime...!” Komaeda’s own fingers dig into his back. He might actually have marks after all this. And that, too, is a really satisfying thought, especially as Komaeda pants. “Hajime... Hajime...”

Komaeda is already drooling, eyes glimmering and swirling from the sensations. Hinata kissed him briefly and deeply.

My Nagito is like home. If it wasn’t for you...

“Hajime... Hajime... Please... Please start moving...”

“Okay... If you’re sure...”

If it wasn’t for you...

Hinata groans as he begins to rock his hips. Slowly, carefully, he had to be gentle. The heat and Komaeda’s legs squeezing around his waist made it hard to think, but, the more he looked down at Komaeda’s needy face, the surer he was that he had to be careful for this person’s sake above all else.

If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve lost myself a long-ass time ago. Aggravating, infuriating, troubling... You, who pushed me harder than anyone else... And yet had the most calming smile all the while.

“I love you,” he murmured as he angled his thrusts to get Komaeda crying out as he writhed. Despite that, Hinata kept his voice low and firm. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Even though you caused so much trouble, caused me a lot of grief, I’ll never not appreciate the time you waited for me to wake up.

“H-Hajime...” Komaeda practically sobs from pleasure, shakily cupping his cheek. “Hajime, Hajime, I... I love you too...”

Komaeda’s palm skids along his jaw, and his fingers brush against surgical scars. Even in this moment, there was an indescribable sensation from that, from how carefully Komaeda’s fingertips traced those scars. Almost desperately, Hinata takes his hand, entwines their fingers, and squeezes as he kisses his wrist.

Just from that, he can feel how Komaeda’s pulse jumps, how Komaeda squeezes tighter around him.

“You’re so cute,” he sighs adoringly, kissing his cheek as their skin smacks together, and Komaeda keens. Hinata kisses his neck, humming as he nuzzles him, never pausing in his thrusts as he peppers kisses along his skin. “Nagito, Nagito, Nagito...”

Komaeda groaned, shuddering and then—“Hajime, I-I need...! I...! I...!”

Good... So good.

Especially like this. Needy, desperate, writhing and wanton, mewling as his nails dig into Hinata’s shoulders, and pulling him in closer and closer, his hard cock between their stomachs. Komaeda was close, without a doubt. It would just take one good thrust against his prostate.

“My Nagito,” he murmurs. “You want to come, right? I want to. I want to fill you up, because it’s only fair when you’ve completely filled my thoughts.”

“I... I-It’s not,” Komaeda gasps. “Hajime... Hajime fills my thoughts, too, so if you fill my body, too, our relationship will be...c-completely unbalanced...”

“Aah, really?” Hinata chuckles at that, and then his voice lowered. “Should I pull out, then?”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” It’s practically a screech. Komaeda’s lower lip is quivering, those tear-torn eyes glittering with frustration and delirium. “If... If you do that, I’ll never forgive you, Hajime.”

“No?” Hinata rolls his hips, grunting with amusement and arousal. “Very well, I’ll just come inside of you, then. Isn’t that what you want, darling?”

Komaeda shudders, arching, gasping out, and—“Hajime... Hajime...!”

“Come for me, Nagito,” he murmured into Komaeda’s sensitive ear. “You really are so beautiful at the peak of pleasure. Just the thought...!”

Fuck, I’m close, too. So close. So fucking close, but I want... I want...

“Hajime... Hajime...”

Komaeda’s arms wrap around him tightly. He sniffles, blinking those tearful eyes up at him.

“Hajime... P-Please...!”

Fuck.

Hinata holds onto him tightly and quickly as he comes. Just as before, he barely makes a sound, just tightening his grip on his lover’s body as said body milked his cock. He feels all too keenly his lover’s responding orgasm, rippling through his lithe form, cum splattering between their stomachs as Komaeda sobs out his name. It’s a perfect, perfect moment.

Hinata buries his face into the other’s neck and just breathes.

Nagito.

“Hajime...” Komaeda inhales sharply and Hinata rolls off him so that he can breathe more easily. Komaeda ends up wheezing as he laughs. “That was...intense...just as expected...!”

Komaeda reaches out and entwines their fingers.

“I’m excited for more, ehe...”

Hinata kissed his forehead and then tugged him forward, scooping him up into his arms.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned off, Nagito.”

“Yay!”

--

Komaeda hums as Hinata rinses him off with the spray, fiddling with his toes and purring as Hinata scrubbed his back. And then giggling as Hinata lathers his hair.

“You’re going to end up getting soap in your mouth, Nagito.”

“Ehehe!” And then Komaeda nearly gagged on soap.

Hinata rolls his eyes fondly and rinses him off once more. He takes this time to admire his lover’s slender neck—thinks so himself about how he should leave a constellation of love marks on the delicate juncture between neck and shoulder and perhaps all along his chest as well. Notably around those pretty pink nipples of his.

So many marks that even after Komaeda leaves, his body will be tingling.

It’s a satisfying though, albeit one tinged with bittersweet melancholy at the thought of Komaeda leaving. When they haven’t seen each other in so long already.

...no time is enough time.

“Ah, Hajime?”

Komaeda perks up as Hinata sets the spray aside to wrap his arms around Komaeda’s shoulders, embrace pulling him close and holding on tight.

“...Hinata-kun?” Komaeda switches to his family name and that only has his grip tighten. “Did you have a flash, or...?”

“No... No, nothing like that.” Hinata shook his head, kissing Komaeda’s nape softly with a sad smile. “I’m just...really glad that you’re here. That I can hold you again just like this. You have no idea just how lonely it’s been without you, Nagito.”

“Well...” Komaeda snorts, patting his arm with his mechanic hand. “I can at least imagine, I think.”

“Ah, yeah... You were lonely too, weren’t you?” The thought hurt somehow more than the thought that Komaeda would have to leave him again. “I... Sorry. I’m sorry, Nagito.”

“For what?” Komaeda asked cheerfully. “You’re not doing anything wrong, so I’m a little confused.”

“...because...” Hinata sighed. “When we first got together, I promised you that you wouldn’t be alone anymore, right? But, now...”

“I’m not alone as long as Hajime loves me.” Komaeda shifts so that he can kiss Hinata’s cheek. “So don’t worry. I get lonely without you, yes, but I’m not alone. That’s different. If I died, you would mourn me and carry me in your heart, right?”

“O-Of course! Still! Don’t say stuff like that! I don’t—!”

“I don’t want me to die either, because I also want to stay with you, Hinata-kun. As I’ve said before.”

Hinata flinched, blinking at him helplessly.

“...Nagito...”

Komaeda blinks back at him so innocuously that Hinata relaxes in spite of himself, even as the pangs in his chest continue on as a dull ache. Komaeda strokes his cheek, alleviating them a little more, and Komaeda kisses him.

It’s a chaste, comfort kiss. Warm and soft. Tender and loving.

Hinata deepens it into something more in his desperation. Komaeda allows it, sighing as Hinata’s tongue rubs up against his own, as Hinata’s hands run down his back and squeeze his rump.

“...I’m not alone as long as you love me, but...” Komaeda trails off, flushing. “I still don’t like being separated from you. So can we be one again, Hajime?”

Hinata swallowed.

“...yeah. Just one more round, though, okay? Let’s not overdo it on the first night.”

Komaeda chuckles warmly. His thigh rubbed up against Hinata’s hip.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

--

Komaeda is sufficiently exhausted once Hinata lays him down in bed. Not so exhausted, however, that he doesn’t immediately cuddle up to him once he’s slipped under the covers as well.

Hinata smiles warmly, drawing Komaeda in close. He sighs as Komaeda’s arms wrap around his midsection and as Komaeda makes himself comfortable. Their bodies still fit together after all this time. Komaeda is practically atop him, cheek pressed against his chest and heartbeat.

Komaeda is light and warm.

Everything feels as it should be.

Komaeda yawns inelegantly, and Hinata strokes his hair, lulling him to sleep.

“...welcome home, Nagito.”

“I’m hooome,” Komaeda drones drowsily, slurring. Hinata chuckles, ruffling his hair with the utmost fondness.

“I love you. So much.”

“Love...you...too... Haji...moo...”

Just like that, Komaeda was out like a light, dozing and drooling. It’s definitely a little gross, but he allows it because it’s him. And, honestly, he’s too cute to stir.

Too cute. Too precious. And people still think you’re too dangerous. They’re wrong about you.

“I promise, Nagito,” he whispered. “After I’m done with all this... We’re going to be together forever. But for now...”

For now...

Hinata himself yawns.

I should get sleep. I want—to wake up early in the morning and make Nagito breakfast. Something other than toast. More than toast. For sure.

With that, he sleeps, holding his lover close.

[i-demand-a-hug]

A, C, D, E

Thank you!

[serahne]

(danganronpa) 💚, ✌, 💢

Hi, thanks ~

💚a ship that you secretly like :Already answered, but I could throw Byakuya/Kyoko into the mix too. Again, more in a platonic way, but they make a great duo. To be fair any combination of Kyoko/Byakuya/Celes is A+ in my book.

✌a ship that you find cute but don’t ship : Probably Naegi/Asahina or Sakakura/Munakata. I do see the appeal, they have good development and stuff but I just… can’t get behind them on a romantic level.

💢 ship that is the most misunderstood : Is there even a contest here ? Komahina, duh. Both by shippers and non-shippers, by the way, so that’s something note-worthy.

[shsluckymushroom]

freakysandra1995

  Not even just V3, like yeah that’s bad, but with...

I’m just getting more excited by the spoilers I hear. The JP people like it a lot. And while it’s nothing game breaking, I heard there is a very good KomaHina scene and some KamuKoma in it. What’s their reason for disliking it? Because of the extreme method Hinata uses? Or too much fanservice? Not sure why people don’t even give it a chance before they judge.

Yeah, a lot of the JP Tweets I’m looking at are saying good things (one even said parts of it seemed like a doujin actually animated which sounds cool.) I think people just wanted it to be straight up Komahina, though, I mean it is much more popular then Kamukoma, but i think the fact that it’s an AI of Kamukura rather then Hinata going in is what’s pissing some people off.

[potatotomato-chan]

💚,💘,👀 & 💤

Ship that you secretly like: how do u even like smth secretly, I’m way too obvious for that, but yeah, lapidot

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: osostoto I guess

Ship you're curious about: Hector x Lynn

Ship that is canon but you don't ship: chrom x sumia I guess, not sure if that counts, otherwise reim x sharon I guess

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title : The things you fight for

Author : @serahne​

For : @freakysandra1995​

Rating/Warning : some angsty moments, but nothing that someone into Danganronpa couldn’t bear ( 🐻 )  in my opinion. Komaeda and Hinata are a bit of a mess, but they are so entertaining.

Prompt : “Making the other jealous”

Author’s note : It’s finally out. I wrote this in a couple of days, but I still wanted to write something good for you. The prompt I’ve picked amongst your suggestion is interesting because it really struck me as really OOC at first for both Komaeda and Hinata... and then I started to enjoy the idea of Pining!Hinata, so here we are.

The fic also includes some Hinata/Koizumi friendship, because they are my weakness, and there is no way Hinata would get his shits together without her anyway.

As she was one of the very few sane person on the island, Hinata actually enjoyed Koizumi’s presence. Sure, she could be bossy, had a very strict idea on the place the boys should have - and a very vague one on girl’s beside ‘in charge of everything’ - and could fret over things of no importance, but she was also a trustworthy friend, a great listener and she knew exactly how long a tea bag needed to dip in the water to get a perfect flavour.

It was a bit embarrassing that even after going through brain surgery to enhance his abilities or whatever was on this paper he had be asked to sign once - without being given enough time to read the small characters at the bottom of the page about completely wiping out his personality, of course - he was still unable to get it right. No matter what, his tea always ended up undrinkable. Go figure.

But over anything else, Koizumi was good at giving advice. What’s more, she loved giving advice, even when others didn’t ask for them.

“You seem down, Hinata.” She said with a concerned expression, as they were both seated in the restaurant. “Did you sleep well ?””

Hinata shrugged. There was always someone making noise on the island. Unlike what happened in the simulation, no one cared about going to sleep early and locking their door tightly. And even when one of them wasn’t wandering around the island, the agents of Future Foundation were like a swarm of bees, restlessly buzzing through the night.

“It’s fine, I just… urgh. I need an advice.” He admitted.

Koizumi offered him a self-satisfied smile. Of course you do, her smile seemed to say, and despite Hinata’s sudden urge to be purposely unpleasant, he chose to bit his tongue instead. After all, he did need an advice.

“I’ll help you if I can,” she replied. “What’s the trouble ?”

“Boys.” He sighed before sipping his tea - still burning, ouch - and feeling like he might be quoting a random chick movie.

He knew his friend would appreciate it. And indeed, Koizumi huffed in amusement.

“What a surprise, but you’ll have to be more precise. Are you referring to Nidai punching a hole in a tree at the beach ? Or to Souda being caught by Togami building what seems to be a turbo-nuclear reactor, though he swears it wasn’t his intent ? Or… are you talking about Hanamura asking Sonia to be judge at a dick-measuring contest ?”

Hinata almost choked on his saliva.

“Hanamura did what ?” Koizumi looked at him with a blazé look. See what I have to go through everyday ? she seemed to say. Hinata shook his head. “Heh, do you want me to talk to him or something ?

“Oh, no. I already firmly explained to him that he was to stop his harassment. I might have let it slip that Sonia has diplomatic immunity in 187 countries, and that she is free to murder him anytime she sees fit.” Her eyes shone with amusement. “Oh, I had the help of Komaeda too. May the fear he inspires to Hanamura never fade !”

She emptied her cup of tea, her smile never leaving her lips. Hinata took note to go and see Hanamura at some point in the day, just to see if the guy was still alive. There was no way Koizumi would be that giddy over a simple… explanation. Even a firm one. And even with Komaeda scaring Hanamura as a bonus.

“Well, okay then.” Hinata took a deep breath to give himself some courage. “I wanted to talk to you about him.”

“Hanamura ?”

“Komaeda.”

“Oh.” Koizumi sighed. She was clearly taken aback, but to her credit she did her best to pretend that nothing had caught her off-guard. “I thought you were getting along pretty well. I mean. Considering the… circumstances.”

Hinata grimaced. “We are ? Kind of ?” They had an entire list of banned subject that they did their best to avoid whenever they were talking together, but beside that, they got along. “It’s complicated, I guess.”

Koizumi hummed quietly, waiting for Hinata to spill the beans. Hinata frowned.

“Do... hm... do you think he likes me ?” He asked, almost more to himself than for her.

Koizumi froze for a second.

“... define ‘like’ ?”

Hinata rolled his eyes at Koizumi’s cautious behaviour.

“You know what I mean ! I mean like-like.” He was being ridiculous, but why was Koizumi playing stupid right now ? “You know. Do you think he is into me ? I mean we spend a lot of time together, and he always says he is flattered that we hang out so much together, and yesterday he said he liked my smile and…”

“Wow, slow down !” Koizumi cut him off, eyes wide. “Oh my god, how long have you been keeping that inside ?”

“... a while ?”

He just didn’t want to bother anyone with feelings he wasn’t sure of. Everyone has been pretty understanding with his obsession of bringing Komaeda back from his coma, and no one had really questioned that he was seeking his presence afterward. No one except Komaeda, that was. And he wasn’t exactly the best person to talk to about the feelings Hinata had for him, right ? Anyway, it was a freaking mess, and there wasn’t a day Hinata didn’t want to punch himself for getting a weird crush on Komaeda of all people.

Koizumi’s eyebrows had disappeared under her bangs, and Hinata couldn’t blame her.

“Well, that’s… something.” She said quietly.

“You think it’s a terrible idea.” Hinata translated.

To his surprise, Koizumi shook her head.

“Not… exactly ? It makes sense, in some ways. It explains a lot of things. I’m just not really sure what you expect me to tell you. From my point of view, Komaeda is attracted to you. Maybe he actually like-like you, as you said. It’s just… I don’t know how far you are in your ‘forgiveness process’. Maybe it would be better to wait ?”

Hinata fought the urge to scream. He had spent two freaking hours with a Future Foundation’s therapist talking about the forgiveness process - a lot of bullshit in his opinion. He was supposed to forgive everyone. Himself, Hope’s Peak, his parents, the others ex-remnants of Despair, Junko-fucking-Enoshima.

Yeah, sure, tell yourself that I’m not going to burn with hatred for her until I die.

“I forgave him.” He simply replied. “Of course I forgave him.”

Koizumi tilted her head on the side.

“And he forgave you ?”

“What do you mean, he forgave me ?” Hinata huffed indignantly. “He tried to murder me.”

Koizumi fell quiet, and looked at her hands. Suddenly, her face was a lot somber.

“Believe me Hinata, it’s a lot easier to forgive people for being wrong than for being right.”

Hinata grimaced. Koizumi’s relationship with Pekoyama and Kuzuryuu hadn’t improved since they had woken up, almost four months ago. Kuzuryuu was just eaten alive by his guilt toward Pekoyama and couldn’t be bothered dealing with anything else. Pekoyama wasn’t exactly the kind to ask - or to grant - any kind of forgiveness.

Hinata wondered how well her therapy sessions could go, forgiveness process and all.

“Do you want to talk about it ?” He asked.

Koizumi shook her head.

“There is nothing to talk about.” She replied, looking more fragile than usual. “It’s a sucky situation. I’ll… try to deal with it eventually. One day.”

Hinata didn’t say anything but reached for her hand and squeezed it between his fingers. She gave him a little smile in return.

He was about to say something about how friendship should go both ways, when the door of the restaurant opened. There, standing in the door frame, was Komaeda, who looked like he had just woken up even though it was past eleven o’clock already. He looked at them, blinking like an owl, and Hinata felt his cheeks warm up under the other’s gaze.

Well, at least he didn’t enter five minutes before.

“Hey,” he said, a bit lamely. “Are you okay ?”

Komaeda nodded, but his eyes focused on a spot on the table, and confusion painted his face. Hinata followed his gaze, and noticed… that he was staring at Hinata and Koizumi’s hands, still intertwined after their little discussion.

“Er...” Hinata took back his hand and Koizumi didn’t make any comment, happy to observe the scene with interest. It was a bit weird now that she knew, thought Hinata. “Right. Do you want to go and eat something on the beach, Komaeda ? Koizumi and I just finished our… hm… talk.”

“We were talking about the cleaning of the pool !” Koizumi added with a smile. “I’m counting on you too, Komaeda ! So no running away.”

Whatever the weird mood has been, it was gone, and Komaeda smiled a bit, always glad to help. If there was one person on this island who wouldn’t run away from chores, it was Komaeda.

“Of course, I trust your sense of organization !” He bowed his head just a bit, then turned toward Hinata. “I’m going to get a mat from my cabin if we spend some time at the beach, Hinata. You can finish your discussion with Koizumi that way !”

A second later, he was gone, leaving a frowning Hinata and a smiling Koizumi behind him.

“Well, that settles it, don’t you think ?” She asked, looking like a cat who had just found a cream jar.

Hinata didn’t follow.

“What do you mean ?”

“Oh come on, Hinata. You saw his expression when he noticed our hands. He was clearly jealous !” Koizumi replied. “Actually, I’m surprised I didn’t think about it sooner. Seeing if he is jealous when you get close to other people is a good indicative, you know ?”

“Right,” Hinata said. “I don’t know, he was a bit weird but… jealous ? You’re sure ?”

Koizumi shrugged at the question.

“I mean, if you don’t believe me, you can try again, you know. See how he reacts when you compliment other people ? You could try to… let’s see, compliment Sonia on the way she wears her hair ?”

Hinata narrowed his eyes.

“What ?” He said. “That doesn’t sound like something someone interested in her would say. That just sounds very gay.”

Koizumi gave him a flat look, and he eventually gave in.

“Fine, fine. I’ll try, maybe. Thanks for the advice. I guess.” He sighed. He looked at the clock on the wall, and grimaced when he noticed that time was flying fast. “I have to go, see you later ?”

Koizumi waved at him.

“Run, loverboy !”

*

So Hinata tried to follow Koizumi’s advice. While they were eating on the beach, enjoying the warm weather of the island, Hinata managed to mention more or less naturally how pretty Sonia’s hair were on this beautiful morning.

Komaeda looked thoughtful when he answered.

“This is very good news. I’ve heard that when she woke up with short hair, it was difficult for her. Of course, I wasn’t awake yet, so it’s just rumors I’ve heard but… she seems to give a lot of important to her hair.”

His voice was somehow disapproving, but Hinata didn’t mind.

He even smiled a bit. It was true. Sonia had tried to not let the way her body had been mutilated during the events following the Tragedy get to her. Anytime someone expressed compassion about it, she brushed it off, telling that at least she hasn’t lost an eye or a hand. Scars didn’t hurt that much, hair could grow again.

He looked at Komaeda from the corner of his eyes. Sonia’s hair were pretty amazing, but his hair was a mess. Without thinking, Hinata reached out and tuck a strand of white, dry hair behind the other’s ear. Komaeda’s eyes opened wide and he turned toward him, surprised.

“Hinata… ?”

Hinata moved his hand away from Komaeda’s face, as quickly as if he has been burnt.

“Sorry, I just… you had some sand in your hair ?” He tried to cover it up as best as he could. “It just bothered me. I should have warned you.”

“Oh.”

“And uh… Your hair is pretty damaged, you know ? I’m sure we could find you some shampoo if you want.” Hinata added, because it was true after all. Future Foundation entertained some stupid demands from them, so they could be bothered with hair product.

Komaeda didn’t seem to care.

“This is very kind, Hinata.” He replied with a smile. “But I’m alright, really. Unlike our princess, I don’t give a lot of importance to my hair.”

“I’d say that you don’t give a lot of importance to you, in general,” Hinata replied.

For a moment, Komaeda stayed quiet, and turned toward the sea, while Hinata did the same. The water was so beautiful, with the sunlight reflected in the water. Sometimes, Hinata wondered how he could have believed that the Neo World Program was real. Now that he was out and looking at the real thing, he didn’t think he could ever be fooled again.

“I…” Komaeda said slowly without looking at Hinata. “I suppose you’re right.”

Then the mood was a bit killed, and he didn’t feel like bringing up Sonia’s hair again, or any part of her. They just both stayed side by side, not looking at each other but - at least in Hinata’s case - extremely aware of the other’s presence. At some point, Hinata took a deep breath and, heart beating like crazy, he scooted a bit to his left, until his shoulder grazed Komaeda’s. He felt the other tense for a second… and then slowly relax.

Hinata was really glad Komaeda couldn’t see his face at this moment. It could seem stupid and, really, it was, but he was just as breathless and his heart was beating just as fast as after the morning runs he did, sometimes, with Nidai and Owari.

*

The next time he tried to make Komaeda jealous didn’t work either. It was his fault for underestimating his opponent, he supposed.

“You know, I think Kuzuryuu can be pretty sweet when he wants to be.” He said as they were browsing through the books in the library. “He might seem rough on the edges, but he really cares, you know ? He told me we were bonded for life and that I wasn’t allowed to die.”

Komaeda smiled politely at that, and stood on his toes to grab a book on a shelf that was just slightly too high for Hinata to reach. Hinata couldn’t help but glower at him, Komaeda’s smile turning smug when he noticed Hinata’s annoyance.

“Do you need any help ?”

“No.”

Komaeda chuckled behind the book cover but didn’t press the matter.

“Alright, alright. As for Kuzuryuu, I think the term used is tsundere.” He replied. “You should cherish this kind of bond, Hinata. I’m sure anyone would be honored to be bonded to the head of a yakuza family that way.”

Hinata scratched the back of his head.

“I… suppose it’s true. The words just sounded so romantic, when he said them, you know ?”

Komaeda fell silent and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Yeah, I wasn’t exactly subtle. And yet, it was so hard to decipher what Komaeda was thinking. Fine, Kamukura hadn’t left him the ability to make good tea, but basic social skills were too much to ask ?

“Hinata... “ Komaeda said slowly. “Are you interested in Kuzuryuu ?”

“What ? No, I…” Hinata wasn’t sure what to say once he was confronted to his stupid plan. He couldn’t say that he liked Kuzuryuu like that, right ? “I just thought it was funny, that’s all. In a cute way. Or cute in a funny way, whatever.”

Komaeda processed his words for a few second, then his entire body relaxed.

It has to mean something, right ? Hinata thought with certainty. Why would he be relieved to know that I’m not interested in Kuzuryuu ?

“This is a good thing,” Komaeda said. “While you can be very charming, Hinata, I’m afraid that it wouldn’t be enough, since Kuzuryuu and Pekoyama have a very close relationship. If you had to fight for love, it would be better if your rival wasn’t someone who knew thirty-three ways to kill a man, just as a piece of advice.”

Thirty-th… Hinata felt cold sweat running on his forehead. Not saying that he was into Kuzuryuu had been the good option then. The problem was that now he had no idea if Komaeda was relieved because of his own feelings for Hinata or because he was worried Hinata would be turned into a kebab by Pekoyama.

“Heh, don’t worry about that, I’m safe from her,” he replied with a laugh.

Komaeda smiled, then went back to read his book - some kind of romantic bullcrap that Hinata enjoyed to make fun of sometimes. Hinata threw a look at the book he wanted - just slightly out of reach. His pride refused to let him ask for Komaeda’s help, and he went to get a chair instead.

He climbed it, and he had no problem reaching the book. He was about to get down when…

CRACK !!!

“Hajime !”

At the last second, he felt Komaeda’s arms trying to save him from the fall, but his weight threw them both on the floor, Hinata landing painfully on Komaeda’s chest and arm - his real one, at that. The white-haired boy let out a choked mewl when his wrist got twisted, and Hinata grimaced at the sound.

Still on top of Komaeda, he did his best to support his own weight with his arms, and managed to get enough distance to see the extent of the damages. Komaeda wasn’t crying, but he was clearly in pain, holding his wrist and gritting his teeth.

“Shit,” Hinata grimaced, feeling guilt settle in his stomach like an heavy rock. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I think your wrist is broken…”

Komaeda nodded, and looked at his other hand, the robotic one. A weak smile bloomed on his lips. When he talked, it was hard to not notice in how much pain he was.”

“I’m glad,” he hiccuped, “that I didn’t damage your work at least. I’m pretty damn lucky, right ?”

Shut up, wanted to say Hinata, but that would have be mean considering the situation.

“Yeah, you are. I… I’ll help you stand up, alright ? I don’t think I can be of any help I…”

No tea-making abilities, no social skills, and no medical skills either, hum ?

“... we’ll go and find someone from Future Foundation.”

Komaeda put his robotic arm on Hinata’s to stop him.

“Tsumiki is fine. I trust her.”

Hinata was taken aback a few seconds. “I trust her” just didn’t seem like the kind of things Komaeda would say about anyone. And as far as he was concerned, he liked the nurse a lot but wouldn’t trust her with his health even if she was the last person with medical training on earth.

Still, if Komaeda trusted her...

Quite ironic, but while Hinata had tried to make Komaeda jealous by talking about Kuzuryuu’s ‘romantic’ speech to him, he was the one who left the library with a head full of conflicted feelings.

You trust her, you trust her.

And me, do you trust me ? Do you like me ? Would you fight for me ?

*

Five days later, Hinata was pissed. At Komaeda. For a change.

“What do you mean you lied to Tsumiki for me ?” He exploded. “Why would you do that ?”

Komaeda was sitting on his bed, inside his cabin. With his bandaged wrist, he looked pitiful, but that didn’t stop Hinata’s fury.

“It was unnecessary, Hinata !” Komaeda explained to him, having the audacity to talk to him as if he was an idiot. “No one needed to know that you were there with me, what difference would that make ?”

“I wasn’t just with you ! You fell because of me !” Hinata hissed in return. “Why are you acting as if we are in some kind of toxic mess of a relationship ! I’m feeling guilty, but I don’t need you to cover up for me, okay ? I’m an adult who is trying to get his shits together, no matter how hard it can be !”

Komaeda lowered his eyes to the ground, face cold and closed. Hinata sighed : when the other acted that way, there was nothing he could do to change it. He felt a wave of powerlessness roll over him and closed his eyes.

My, my, what a situation he was in.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly heard.

Surprised, he opened his eyes, and looked at Komaeda. His eyes were strangely intense, shining with a determination that he had rarely seen before.

Well, except for when this time in the simulation when Komaeda had come to his room before he bombed the hotel’s lobby. His eyes have been shining a lot too, then. Even with how stressed Hinata was, he had still noticed them.

“It’s fine,” Hinata replied, feeling exhausted. “I’m used to it, am I not ? I’m just… I just wish I knew why you’ve done it ?”

Silence. And then.

“I’m sorry.” Komaeda said again.

“Yeah, you said that already.”

Komaeda shook his head.

“No. I’m sorry for trying to kill everyone back in the simulation. I was wrong. I was an idiot. I was fighting for a cause that wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry for killing Nanami, too. I never intended to, but it was my fault.”

Time stopped. Hinata froze, and even stopped breathing. Even his heartbeat turned into a low lullaby, as if it understood how important this moment was.

Komaeda still wasn’t looking at him. The words have come out without an hesitation, as if they had been maturing inside of him all these months since they had left the simulation. Hinata wet his lips, knowing that next words had to be his, and had to be good.

“I forgive you,” he said, and he was almost surprised when he realized that he meant it.

Komaeda stared at him.

“Why ?”

Hinata shrugged.

“I just do.”

Komaeda was clearly frustrated and unsatisfied by the answer. His eyes were looking for something that Hinata knew he wouldn’t find. There was no reason to Hinata’s forgiveness. Maybe the forgiveness process had followed its course, maybe he had just decided that hating Komaeda for what had happened was too pointless and too tiring, maybe he was just happy with where they were now, no matter how awful their situation and their past-actions were, and that he selfishly couldn’t see how Komaeda’s actions had hurt him in the end.

Maybe he was just an idiot with a crush.

“I’m sorry too,” Hinata said finally, because it had been on his mind for a while. “For not being who you thought I was. For disappointing you. Not levelling up to the image that you had of me in your head.”

Komaeda frowned, but didn’t make any sarcastic remark either.

“I… forgive you.” He eventually said.

And Hinata hoped that his forgiveness was also a bit selfish, and that at the end of the day, he didn’t mind who Hinata really was.

“What about Nanami ?” Komaeda asked quietly. “I killed her.”

Not really, Hinata wanted to say.

“It was the hardest to forgive,” he admitted. “At first I felt like I was betraying her memory by forgiving you. No wait… I felt like my hatred kept her alive, in some twisted, sick way. At least inside of me. Urgh, I’m not making any sense, do I ?”

Komaeda shook his head, looking very serious.

“You don’t realize how much you are.”

Hinata took a deep breath.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

They both fell silent, the atmosphere between them finally pleasant, and comfortable, and Hinata didn’t feel like he had ever felt more connected with someone in his life. It was a bit terrifying, in a way. He hoped Komaeda felt the same way.

“You know,” he said, “I’m more angry at Naegi and the others, at the end. I’m angry because they made me care for someone who didn’t exist. How cruel is that ?”

Komaeda looked at him strangely.

“You did like Nanami.”

It wasn’t a question. Hinata remembered how Komaeda had almost asked him the same question, back in the library, when he had tried to make Komaeda jealous of Kuzuryuu. He had a crazy opportunity there : he could admit having romantic feelings for Nanami, and it might push Komaeda to do something in return.

But…

After their discussion he didn’t want to. No more manipulation. No more lies. No more mind games. It’s not like they had been very successful, anyway.

“A bit, I guess. She made things look very easy.” He smiled, nostalgic. “Sometimes I wish things were easier and I wish she was there. I… I talk to her sometimes. I imagine what she would say, and I make up entire dialogues in my head.”

He looked up toward Komaeda, who was just listening to him patiently.

“I’m just really angry at Future Foundation, and Naegi, and everyone who made me believe that Nanami existed and that things could be easy after everything we went through,” he said. “I know it sucks, my therapist wouldn’t be proud of me, she is always talking about forgiving everyone.”

“Oh ?” Komaeda replied, perking up. “Mine too, actually. She tried to make me forgive Enoshima.”

Hinata grinned. Komaeda sounded so offended.

“Did you ?” He asked.

Komaeda looked at Hinata, very seriously.

“The bitch can rot in hell until the the next Apocalypse.”

Hinata collapsed on the bed, his body shaken by a laughter that he couldn’t stop. Tears at the corner of his eyes, his belly aching, curling on Komaeda’s bed as its owner looked very unamused by his sudden joy, Hinata didn’t remember when he had ever felt that light.

*

“I’m giving up !” Hinata announced proudly when he finally managed to find Koizumi, who was hanging out by herself in the lobby, in the middle of the coats that everyone else had brought for the party.

The party was for Mioda’s birthday. She was twenty-three, and had organized the biggest event possible, with music - and private concert - drinks, dancefloor, games… it was a bit too much for Hinata who, after being squeezed in a almost-lethal hug by the birthday girl, hoped to find for some quiet place.

“Giving up ?” Koizumi said as Hinata sat next to her. “I’m not sure what you are giving up exactly, but you seem really happy about it.”

Hinata took a sip from his drink and probably made a face - he didn’t know who had dosed these stuff, but they shouldn’t be allowed to next time - because Koizumi smirked at him. Hinata stuck out his tongue in return.

Alright, maybe he was a bit tipsy. Just a tiny little bit.

“This stuff with Komaeda,” he said. “Making him jealous. It doesn’t work. It sucks.”

“Of course it does. I didn’t know you were still on it. I was sure that the guy was into you since that time in the restaurant.” She stifled a laugh. “But I’m proud of you for coming to this conclusion alone, after two months, and with three or four drinks gone already. So, what’s the plan, now ?”

Hinata felt pretty sleepy. It was also warm and cosy in the lobby. He leaned his head against Koizumi’s shoulder, who didn’t seem very happy about that.

“I’m warning you, if you vomit on my dress, you are cleaning it up ! And it doesn’t go to the machine, so have fun with that !”

Hinata replied something like ‘I don’t vomit, I’m awesome’, before remembering what Koizumi had asked him before.

“I decided to be friend with him,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think I could, but that sounds great. Komaeda is great. I can be friend a with him for a while. Then we can kiss and stuff.”

Koizumi pat his back awkwardly.

“If you say so. That said, I’m starting to think that you are not as hopeless as I thought you were. To see you learn is kinda moving, you know ? I feel like I’m making the world a better place, one poor soul at the time.”

“I feel like you are insulting me.” Hinata mumbled back.

He felt more than he saw Koizumi’s smile.

“As if. I would never. And I’m happy for you.”

Hinata smiled in return.

He was seriously starting to fall asleep when he heard steps coming from the stairs, and one second later, Komaeda rushed into the lobby… and stopped when he noticed them.

Hinata didn’t understand right away why Koizumi pushed him away from her, but then he saw the hurt, the hurt, Komaeda was hurt in the other’s eyes. Then, as soon as the expression appeared, it turned into his usual easy-going, untouchable persona.

“Hinata, Koizumi, good evening. I’m a bit tired, so I’ll head back early. You’ll say goodbye to Mioda for me ? She has been singing on the karaoke machine for the last thirty minutes, and I’m not sure when she’ll be done.”

Before even waiting for an answer, Komaeda disappeared. Koizumi whispered furiously to Hinata’s address.

“What are you waiting for ? Run after him ?”

“What ?” He replied, confused. “Why ?”

“You said you were done trying to make him jealous, right ?” Koizumi said. “Then run after him, and fix up this mess.”

Hinata nodded. That sounded like a solid argument. He stood up, but was stopped in his track by Koizumi’s hand catching his wrist.

“And for the love of god,” she said, “don’t make out with him. You stink of alcohol.”

Hinata offered her his most confident smile - though Koizumi didn’t seem too impressed. Leaning toward her, he whispered.

“You’re not my mom, and I make out with him if I want to !” He let out an extatic laugh. “I’m going to make out with his mouth. So hard.”

Koizumi rolled her eyes so hard Hinata wondered if that hurt.

“And I was starting to have hope.”

Hinata let out another chuckle, and ran outside the lobby. He didn’t have any time to waste : he had someone to fight for, after all.

[torimaki-tan]

I feel so blessed, because I got tagged by @yoma-waru and I nearly never get tagged in anything and this is kind of a big deal for me??? So, thank you, I feel so special right now?? Rules: Tag 10 followers or blogs you would like to know better Name and Nicknames: Aaron, but most of the people I know call me Ryan Gender: Trans-guy (Big deal for me to confess, but eh), so, male Sexuality: Panromantic and ????? (I think it’s graysexual, but no one really knows) Star sign: Scorpio (kinda serial killer, kinda sexy, I can be whatever you want me to be ;))) ) Height: About 1,80m/ 5′11 (didn’t really check the last few years) Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff! Favourite Animal(s): Okay, that’s a though one, I think, cats and birds (because my gf is fucking obsessed with birds) Dream Trips: I love to travel, but for now, it’s London and Oslo Average hours of sleep: Everything between 4 and 12 hours, so I don’t fucking know Amount of blankets I sleep with: One and one girlfriend (also a ridiculous amount of pillows) Dogs or cats?: BOTH?????? Dream job: I think it’s Make-up artist, but it was Game Developer before so this might change in about 3 years, when I’m done with my apprenticeship Blog Age: Ugh... Well... I don’t know....? I think about 5 or 6 years? Maybe more?  Number of followers: 320 I’ll tag @kimmysfandomblog, @fry-sama, @wasp-lisbeth, @that-nerd-with-the-opal-eyes, @emotional-fish, @jokezoneee, @panic-at-my-fall-out-romance, @freakysandra1995, @im-a-scone Of course, you won’t have to do it, but yeah... It was fun, so go ahead!

[ask-v3-students-blog]

FAQ (For those on mobile)

Where did you find the art for your icon(s)? : The fabulous artist can be found on pixiv here and also there!

Who are you? : You can call me Lili or mod lili as you want ! I have another ask blog call @ask-danganron-students.

Is this blog related to your other ask blog? : Yes and no! By that I mean that if you don’t follow my other blog then don’t worry, you won’t miss any big thing. But with yes I mean that those two blogs are happening at the same time in the same universe. So while Shuichi and the others are “trapped” in the Academy with Munakata etc, Hajime and the others are also “trapped” on the island with Makoto etc. You can totally ask the characters here about characters on the other blog and they will answer (with what they know so not much since in this story Makoto took the dr2 cast to an unknown island). Gekkougahara is the one who knows the most about it ;)

Where did you find your sprites? : Gekkougahara’s sprites can be found here, Sakakura’s can be found here, chisa’s were made by @freakysandra1995, nearly all of the others are from here or here !

Can I send ask to “???” : You can send ask to anyone who is awake ! To know who it is just look at my profile pic, the characters that you can see on it are the ones awake ! You can also send ask to the members of the FF who are present, that means Munakata (later), Gekkogahara, Sakakura and Chisa! Maybe there will be more characters later but for now that’s all!

Is Chisa in despair?: Who know? To be honest I haven’t decided yet but if she is you won’t know it…For now haha!

I want to support you what can I do? : I have a ko-fi page so you can help by clicking on the “buy me a coffee” button on the top left of the page or you can use this link! Thanks in advance if you do!!

Can I send you question about yourself or just to talk to you about something? : Of course ! Just don’t be angry if I don’t answer right away as I can have a lot of ask :)

Can I make a fanart/fic/video/… based on your posts? : Of course ! I’m always extremely happy when someone do this, just don’t forget to credit me ! And please, send me the link or tag me so I can see it !

Can I ask you to tag something I’m uncomfortable with? : Yes, please do! I try to tag everything but I’m not very good at tumblr so I might forget some, just tell me about it nicely please ! :)

Can I be a mod? : No sorry ! I’m more of a “working alone” kind of person and I want to be in charge of everything that happens on this blog, sorry about that!

I send you an ask xxx time ago and didn’t get an answer, why? : I’m sorry about that! As I said I have another ask blog so I can be pretty busy and if I have a lot of asks on this blog sometimes you won’t get an answer, not because I don’t like your ask but because I didn’t see it, wasn’t inspired, or I have already answered one a bit like yours (or I just thought “I’ll keep this one for later” but then forgot about it haha). Just send me another one ! If you really wanted to have the answer to your ask, you can send it to me again (not spam me, just one or two times) so I can see that this is an important question for you, don’t do it everytime though ! :)

When will ____ wake up? : I don’t know ! I don’t really plan it, it’s more something I do when I feel the time is right for it to happen.

Is it spoilers free? : Not spoilers free for any of the games and the anime, sorry !

When is it taking place? : after the events of the second game !

What is not canon?: DR3 ! Future arc hasn’t happened! But the all the characters in dr3 exist. The Despair part of the anime more or less happened the same way but not exactly the same. If you want more precision, just ask me (unless it’s part of the plot then I won’t tell you haha).

What is canon?: All the games.

Wait, if V3 is canon then how is it possible that the others are alive?: I have explained it in my first post but here it is once again : at the end of the game, Shuichi said that it was really possible that Tsumugi lied about quite a lot of things. I’m going with that fact and I made up my own theory of what really happened. Because if we go with the fact that Tsumugi wasn’t lying then a lot of things wasn’t possible (creating talents just with false memories, resurecting people, giving people illness, manipulating feelings…). So the only way for all of it to work is…A simulation. Like in the second game. So here is the story :

All the characters were Ultimate but were forced to run away because of the Ultimate Hunt. But the Ultimate Hunt is a bit different from what they remembered during the game; it was in fact remnants of despair who were tracking down Utimates to force them to participate in Killing Games. The Killing Games were broadcasted mostly to the others Remnant of Despair but also to part of the population. They put them into the Neo World and not into “real killing games” because that way it would be harder for the FF to know where they were and come to rescue them (and because they didn’t have enough ressource to do them). Of course at the end of each killing game the ones who died would be killed for real and the ones who had survived would wake up…just to end up facing the remnant of despair (who would either kill them or let them go so they could talk about what happened and spread despair), only one would be kept as the Survivor and would participate into the next Killing Game (this is what happened to Rantaro).

Quite a few killing games happened but not 53, more like 5-6 (I haven’t decided on an exact number for now) (counting the two already known). So what happened in the end was actually them breaking out of the simulation. At the same time FF was coming to the rescue and stopping the remnants of despair present in the real world. I think that explain everything, if there are still things that are unclear just ask me! :)

What ship so far? : I don’t know for all of them but the ones I’m sure I’ll do are Saimatsu and Kaimaki! I also ship Kokichi with Keebo and Rantaro so I don’t know with which ship I will go haha! For the dr3 cast I’m nearly sure I’ll go with Munasaka! :)

I think that’s all for now, I’ll probably add more as time pass! :)

[askthedespairkids]

Where do you get your Chisa sprites?

http://freakysandra1995.tumblr.com/post/157739487549/i-tried-to-clean-up-my-drawing-folder-and-found

[i-love-hope]

sternenmaler

roughly translated here! http://freakysandra1995.tumblr.com/post/155725519664/sternenmaler-freakysandra1995-sternenmaler

Thanks for the response! I’ll be deleting that post now since I RTed the translation.

[dottyistired]

youre probably asleep by now but I hope you're alright ;; scrolled along my dash and saw the horrible experience while watching the ova. It sucks how the ova is apparently something super sacred and secret only people who paid good money are allowed to see. I wish I had a full video too to sub cause there are just so many weird interpretations floating around urgh. Anyway I think freakysandra1995 managed to record, maybe you can ask them to share the video privately? I'm not sure if that helps;;

thank u for the support!! honestly i’m more upset that i didn’t get to share it with everyone like i wanted to, i did get to see it 3 times. hopefully it won’t just be lost media.

[serahne]

I’m sorry friend, I guess you are even more bummed out than I am. You are right for SPD : though I’m not very happy that they left the government, it’s still better to have them as main opponent.

I hope things get better, even if I’m annoyed by how easily humans fall back on good ol’ reflexes.

[shsluckymushroom]

coren-baili

  freakysandra1995: novatoast: ...

The translation of that is actually “I love the hope that sleeps within you from the bottom of my heart” “What about the me who is standing before you now?”. Doesn’t make it less gay and I’m super excited to see if it’s true, but just wanted to clarify!

Thanks for clarifying that, and omg that sounds even more confrontational then the previous translation, like Hinata straight up asks him ‘does that mean me’ ahhh I’m super excited! I hope it’s true!

[potatotomato-chan]

@sawyer-is-unisex wanted pics, so here’s some from yesterday

feat. @freakysandra1995, @peacheatingmagi & @poweredbuttercup96

[komahinasecretexchange]

Artist : @freakysandra1995

For : @kuroikyuubi

Prompt : Fantasy AU

Artist’s note : I hope it’s done in a satisfying way! I do like how Komaeda came out to be, but Hinata was a little tricky, since I can’t seem to draw knights in a way that I’m fully satisfied with myself. I still hope you like it :)

[i-demand-a-hug]

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Hmm… I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a child!