adsum | npc contact.1

[ There are no benches because benches get in the way of the hose when gardener-san needs to drag it around. There is... grass they can sit on. The courtyard is grass and some bushes along the school and maybe a path that leads out past the courtyard.

Wherever Komaeda ends up choosing, though, Akira follows behind, silent but willing. ]

( ? what is his problem, he is so lucky komaeda can't smell ultimates or something, sensing them is different though... rokuro "gives komaeda more work" arata making komaeda search for a dead man smh...

he's surprised, eyes widening for a moment as the bag is taken, a few of the dried petals and herbs slip out, but not too much that komaeda can't lean down in his seat to pick them up. the rest will be in the protection of rokkun's arms, and he stares down at the piece between his middle and index. he rubs his fingers against it slowly, and he hums in thought. )

It'd be nice, to be in a warm home during the winter... watching the snow outside while holding someone in your arms...

( well, rokkun was dead in his arms at the time, and that wasn't nice, but he can change how the story goes or something. people spend time with their loved ones on the new years, right? ...komaeda excluded. )

[ Is that what people do? He'd be asking the wrong person. ]

...Maybe next year. I'll take you home and introduce you to my family.

[ That's what he wanted, wasn't it? Rokkun didn't miss the way it kept being brought up. ]

( they can sit on the grass so that when they do, the birds will fly in on the other side and look back at them, like hatoful boyfriend.

he waits for akira to do the same before saying anything else, and komaeda's hands remain in his pocket during most of this conversation. )

There's a reason why it's only you I can speak to, because it involves Nanami-san as well.

[ Akira remains standing until Komaeda sits, looks like he doesn't really want to sit on the grass and dirt but the alternative is too awkward so he sits too, in front of Komaeda with ample space between them. ]

...If you're asking me to do for Nanami-san as you asked for Rokuro, I can't help you.

I met them.

( ...straightforward enough, not the way he'd like to go about it...

but rokkun said he wouldn't lie, so how he reacts would be honest feelings, wouldn't it? )

So you don't have to take me there, I don't... want to ruin things for you.

...No you haven't.

[ Not that Rokkun remembers, and he's inclined to trust his memory more than Komaeda and his dementia. ]

You wouldn't ruin things, don't say that. I want you there. I bet my grandparents would like you.

I'd never tell you to turn an Ultimate into one of those... ( you know, komaeda has been talking shit about akira's work for awhile now, he'll let up. ) ...What do you call them when they're like that, Fujioka-kun?

( he holds his smile for a moment, proud that he wouldn't ask for akira's assistance, it just wouldn't sit right with him after what he saw what was done to kirigiri. )

...Hold out your hand.

They're still people...

[ He looks down at his hand as if it would betray him and spontaneously hold out, but it hangs by his side. ]

Why?

[ Komaeda wouldn't be the first person who's dropped a dead bug in his hand when he's asked to hold it out, he's justified for being nervous about this. ]

Are you calling me a liar?

( wish komaeda just spoke in cryptics, but rokkun got him out here being straight forward like this shouldn't be a big deal. )

The past is the past... it can't be changed, but I'd rather not put you in the position that I did.

( actually, that position is because of what rokkun did himself, but everything after that was because of komaeda's meddlesome touches.

because they're all close to dying? and komaeda's hair white? thanks rokkun... )

I'm not. I'm just saying you're wrong.

[ And that's different, somehow. ]

What are you even talking about... When did this happen? Was I even there?

The sort of life you live is filled with fear, every step you take forward... you're afraid. Living like that, isn't it tiring? When you could go with the flow, and be excited for what's around the corner...?

( not komaeda's word of advice, but he'll play on the other side of the field. what he pulls out his pocket, and holds out to the other is a familiar hairpin that komaeda found... in the elevator. hinata will not be needing this anymore, maybe akira needs a little emotional support, you never know. )

...

( it sits in the palm of his hand, as if he's waiting for akira to take it. )

I'm wrong, now...

( he's honest, but it doesn't mean he's always right, but this time... how would he know. it was just a memory, one he doesn't remember... or did he block it out? a memory on a floor that was filled with thousands of gorintos... )

Why would you want to listen to a wrong man's ramblings if I'm so wrong?

( ... )

[ Why... does he have that? Why would Nanami give that to him? She's not here anymore, so he can't ask, but Komaeda is right: it's fear that grips his heart and poisons his veins but it's the only way he can live, the only reason he's still here.

He's hesitant, but he does take the clip, in the end. ]

...not everybody is as strong as you, Komaeda-san. I'm scared of dying. I don't want to die.

Because you believe you're right. And that's more important to me.

[ Komaeda being wrong is a fact that won't change. But still... it's not every day that Rokkun gets to hear him talking about the past— about their past— that he was always claiming he doesn't remember or never happened. Maybe it's simple self-indulgence, wanting to hear Komaeda talk about them. ]

( komaeda doesn't like anyone who makes his ultimates laugh, make them happy, disrupt them from what they do — yes, he was jealous seeing someone who lacks talent around his beloved ultimate. things are different now, and some things won't change, but as soon as the pin is in his grasp.

komaeda's hands slowly curl into a fist, and he sets it down in the seat of his lap. )

...

( wouldn't know if it should be called strong, where komaeda stays away from others knowing that he's burden, someone who will have everyone die around them. compared to akira who stays from others in hopes to avoid his death. )

I understand that you're weak, that you confided in an Ultimate that was stronger than you... what are you living for, Fujioka-kun, where is your hope?

( believe? something like that, he knows.

yet, he's going to get out of his chair, the dried herb between his fingers falls onto the floor as he walks past rokkun, and over to the door of the art room. he grips the handle, like he's ready to turn it, and leave, but instead he peers outside, looking both left and right before bringing himself back in, and closing the door all the way. if he could lock it, he would. )

You're being hypocritical, Rokkun...

( as if komaeda doesn't live like that, but he turns back around, looking towards him as he leans his back against the door. )

Are you sure you want to have this conversation with me? ... You might look at me differently.

[ God, Komaeda is like Rokkun but worse, they're both petty bitches around people who are around people they love. Speaking of him, though, that question is one that Akira can answer, one he lifts his gaze to answer and without hesitation. ]

My hope is Rokuro. I might not believe in his methods, but I believe in him. I promised to [ was coerced into ] help him however I can.

[ He almost means to get up and go after Komaeda when he walks away, half lifted off his seat but then Komaeda stops at the threshold and he sits back down. Is there any difference between being hypocritical and being a liar, when both twist the truth to serve his needs?

In either case, it's not like he can focus on anything else when Komaeda is being like this, so he changes his mind and stands again, potpourri carried in both hands until he's standing in front of Komaeda. It's how he always prefers to talk: face to face. ]

I'm sure. Nothing you say will change my feelings for you.

( the way you're placing rokkun's insanity beneath komaeda's, oh, i might cry. the quick reply however makes komaeda stare at akira, he already knew they worked together in some way. the question at the end of the day was who listened to who — guess that answers it. )

His hope...

( very sensitive subject, he wouldn't call rokkun his hope, but he does want to see it. he has praised what rokkun has, so he can see someone like akira latching onto it, despite having a hope that's... miniscule next to others. he's so afraid, unwilling, and yet here he is. )

Then you have to do everything you can for him... would he be the person you're having an affair with? ( where is the affair at! )

Wha— No! [ HUGE STEP BACK ] We're not involved in that way!

[ Stop it!!!! Don't think he's like Komaeda with his 57384903 Ultimates he only has eyes for, this is also what sets Komaeda and Rokkun apart. ]

( he didn't have to get out of his seat, and komaeda even looks over his shoulder to stare at where he was, then to the unfinished canvas, and his eyes drop down to the potpourri in his hands. it always has a nice smell, a well-liked gift, and here's rokkun holding onto it with every step. )

If you don't finish, you're forgoing New Year's Eve.

( he reminds him, and his eyes lift up to meet his set of light brown eyes, familiar, another pair within the school. his hands lift, touching rokkun's shoulders as if to turn him around, don't look at komaeda, if he has to talk about this...

it doesn't have to be face to face. )

[ It doesn't have to be, but it's going to be. Unlike a certain younger sibling, Rokkun doesn't flinch when he's touched, and he doesn't move either. Stubborn, desperate, messy, whatever Komeada thought of him. ]

I'll finish after you talk to me. My deadline isn't until New Year's Eve.

( affair? where the affair at. AND STOPPPP!! subconscious komaeda probably wishes he could forget ultimates, because then his life would be so better, but luck and dementia doesn't allow him...! )

Are you an idiot?

( now don't get mad with komaeda, akira's the one who used the term!! )

I meant with the deceased, you called it a private affair... you are against his means, but you trust him. Everything you do is unorthodox.

[ Komaeda doesn't have to parrot back terms other people use, look where that got him with counselor-kun and Rokkun's stupid terminology ]

It's... ugh. [ If he keeps quiet, so will Rokkun, right? Regardless of what he thinks of Komaeda, that guy is cagey when it comes to everything else. ]

That's between him and me. I trust him... and you should too. Or at least believe in him.

[ even if Rokuro is insane ]

npc contact.1

full navigation

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject