( no, he has two free hands, because komaeda's going to let go to assist him in some way, it's him following what rokkun does — he pays attention to the way he moves, where the pain must be stemming from, and if he manages to get a good idea, he'll follow up on it. he recalls being asked would he apply here if he knew this is what he'd be doing now, at the time, he didn't understand — instead, he gave his innocent reply of helping people's hopes. it still checks out, he may be an untalented, a piece of the normal crowd, but there's still hope inside of him, and komaeda thinks how much of a waste if...
plant just a little despair so that the hopes of those who witness are able to grow from beneath the dirt into something amazing. that's why rokkun suffers through this, because he'll grow stronger, they all do, the extent of their hope makes it so.
he reaches forward, his attempt to catch the other with one arm around his waist once his knees give out so that he doesn't fall to the ground. it's painful to do so, especially since it's the arm he's previously stabbed himself with in order to help someone else, so komaeda trembles. people are so fragile around him, so he doesn't understand the idea of holding someone close like they're precious to you. it's the last thing on his mind as he holds him in concern and anticipation of what'll happen next, and if rokkun makes any hint that there's something near his ear, komaeda isn't against using his prosthetic to reach out to whatever it may be — if he feels anything, he'll squeeze without a care in the world, he's not thinking too much — really, his body is only responsive gestures towards what will cease the pain.
when he thinks about speaking, his words are caught in his throat, he thinks it's a waste of time too, he finds it unfair, but it's when he feels eyes behind him that he doesn't even make an effort to turn around. he knows that amami went and pulled akira from class, there's no way he didn't — ultimates like him are competent, they're able to get things done, they're what brings hope to this cruel world, sometimes bad things happen to strengthen others. )
Hurry up, Fujioka-kun! ( there's urgency in his voice, his eyes won't move from staring at the expression rokkun wears. ) Do what you did to all the others...
( if he connects the eyes of that mystery person within the science club room, and then the eyes during student council match — madison was sane enough, that's fine, just like that, or even the docile set of people that stood in wait. komaeda doesn't care. )
Save him, turn him into one of them, it doesn't matter what you do.
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plant just a little despair so that the hopes of those who witness are able to grow from beneath the dirt into something amazing. that's why rokkun suffers through this, because he'll grow stronger, they all do, the extent of their hope makes it so.
he reaches forward, his attempt to catch the other with one arm around his waist once his knees give out so that he doesn't fall to the ground. it's painful to do so, especially since it's the arm he's previously stabbed himself with in order to help someone else, so komaeda trembles. people are so fragile around him, so he doesn't understand the idea of holding someone close like they're precious to you. it's the last thing on his mind as he holds him in concern and anticipation of what'll happen next, and if rokkun makes any hint that there's something near his ear, komaeda isn't against using his prosthetic to reach out to whatever it may be — if he feels anything, he'll squeeze without a care in the world, he's not thinking too much — really, his body is only responsive gestures towards what will cease the pain.
when he thinks about speaking, his words are caught in his throat, he thinks it's a waste of time too, he finds it unfair, but it's when he feels eyes behind him that he doesn't even make an effort to turn around. he knows that amami went and pulled akira from class, there's no way he didn't — ultimates like him are competent, they're able to get things done, they're what brings hope to this cruel world, sometimes bad things happen to strengthen others. )
Hurry up, Fujioka-kun! ( there's urgency in his voice, his eyes won't move from staring at the expression rokkun wears. ) Do what you did to all the others...
( if he connects the eyes of that mystery person within the science club room, and then the eyes during student council match — madison was sane enough, that's fine, just like that, or even the docile set of people that stood in wait. komaeda doesn't care. )
Save him, turn him into one of them, it doesn't matter what you do.