( the answer, that answer... sounds like an excuse, when he's aware that komaeda knows things, has seen from his memory, and could have so many answers. yet, he doesn't pry, he doesn't ask who was waiting at home, he remains the same, locking himself into the idea that graduation will give him what he desires. locks of white hair shift to cover the way his eyes stare at the other, almost empty, nothing behind them to say whether he's proud or disappointed. it could be that komaeda's trying to understand this hope, the way the other has committed himself to reform in this way.
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if he can't use the past to move forward, to apply it to his hardships, and make something greater out of it. can he call... this hope something that he loves? komaeda thinks back to the times he's said he's loved his hope, that he would do anything to see it prosper, the excitement that bubbled up inside of him when he watched rokkun act without letting anything hold him down. the one who would be an idiot, deflect, and make komaeda curious, there was something smooth and mysterious about him, and he even had komaeda willingly playing along —
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he hums next, as if thoughtful, and his gaze lowers to the male's fist, and he tilts his head to look, and a piece of hair tickles against his nose, the dark gradient curling under his eye next. he slowly turns the other's hand, having his palm face up so komaeda's fingers can run against the crescent marks of his nails, checking to see if he broke the skin, or anything close. )
Ah, then I believe we're cancelling our plans, since graduation is that important to you.
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if he can't use the past to move forward, to apply it to his hardships, and make something greater out of it. can he call... this hope something that he loves? komaeda thinks back to the times he's said he's loved his hope, that he would do anything to see it prosper, the excitement that bubbled up inside of him when he watched rokkun act without letting anything hold him down. the one who would be an idiot, deflect, and make komaeda curious, there was something smooth and mysterious about him, and he even had komaeda willingly playing along —
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he hums next, as if thoughtful, and his gaze lowers to the male's fist, and he tilts his head to look, and a piece of hair tickles against his nose, the dark gradient curling under his eye next. he slowly turns the other's hand, having his palm face up so komaeda's fingers can run against the crescent marks of his nails, checking to see if he broke the skin, or anything close. )
Ah, then I believe we're cancelling our plans, since graduation is that important to you.