[ His hair is... passably soft. Soft enough to swish around when he turns his head, but not as soft as npc-kun's
Komaeda's "using people's hope" is the same as Rokkun's "using people" which is objectively not a great thing. He recognizes that, along with the fact that he keeps people at arm's length, wanting to be surface-level liked but nothing deeper than that, nothing that makes people try to see him.
And here is Komaeda listing the names of people who saw him, a pitiful him no matter how Komaeda praised him, a memory he had locked away so he could forget his failures and only look forward from now on. ]
Hope made of pity...
[ He sighs, leaning back. He likes Hinata well enough, being classmates, but hasn't had much reason to talk to the other two. They only feel sorry for him because they saw him die. It's those sorts of thoughts, justifications he comes up with on his own and decides to be truth, that makes it hard not to distance himself. ]
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Komaeda's "using people's hope" is the same as Rokkun's "using people" which is objectively not a great thing. He recognizes that, along with the fact that he keeps people at arm's length, wanting to be surface-level liked but nothing deeper than that, nothing that makes people try to see him.
And here is Komaeda listing the names of people who saw him, a pitiful him no matter how Komaeda praised him, a memory he had locked away so he could forget his failures and only look forward from now on. ]
Hope made of pity...
[ He sighs, leaning back. He likes Hinata well enough, being classmates, but hasn't had much reason to talk to the other two. They only feel sorry for him because they saw him die. It's those sorts of thoughts, justifications he comes up with on his own and decides to be truth, that makes it hard not to distance himself. ]