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npc contact.1
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Look, there's no more imps. There's nothing out there that can hurt him besides 300 students and the universe. ]
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keep going before people see, and rokkun's holding his hand?? what if someone gossips... why is rokkun here, why isn't he at class, tbh. )
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( when they do get outside the library, komaeda's going to stare at the vending machines. he's trying really, really, really hard not to cause a problem. )
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But the moment they're out of the library and the pressure eases off his chest and lets him breathe a little easier, his grip on Komaeda's hand loosens just slightly too, letting himself be led to the vending machines. He stares at the items inside, for a moment, before changing his focus to Komaeda's reflection, trying to read the expression on his face.
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What's your problem, Nagito?
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his expression isn't good, it's tired, dismissive, and he doesn't want to really be here. coming out the library means various things, but he feels more comfortable there than out here.
he has a problem, sure, he's had a lot of bad things happen, he's seen the hope in a class room almost damage itself. there's consecutive things that pose a problem to him. )
Nothing. I'm bored.
( it's a response, it doesn't answer much, but he keeps his hold on the jacket like it's been awhile since he seen it, it's also been awhile since he's seen rokkun. )
What do you want?
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[ He studies Komaeda's reflection closely. He looks terrible, like he could fall over at any second. Just which one of them was closer to death's door? ]
I always want you. So I don't appreciate being thrown away.
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Why not be like everyone else and hate me too, you'll feel better... or would you like to kill me to take your frustrations out on someone?
( is he changing the subject? listen... )
You can throw away whatever you're feeling, how about that...
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I'm mad at you, but I don't hate you. ...Are you sulking? Because you're not getting along with people?
[ Mister I don't care about the untalented? ]
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And those sort of relationships are perfect, worry about your own.
( STOP, he doesn't care about untalented people. besides, if they die, they die, and he made a mistake. he'll do better this time! )
I'm passionate when it comes to hope... I want to see it flourish, who wouldn't be disheartened when it's damaged.
( yeah?? like, the would is mourning right now. )
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[ He has like two relationships, and has his hands full with both. Ridiculous. Komaeda was so hell-bent on taking Rokkun's jacket in the first place— then tossed it out like yesterday's trash, and now he's clinging to it but won't hold Rokkun's hand? How can he not be mad. He looks down at that jacket, at that hand he had held, and he gets it. ]
Is that why you're throwing me away? Because I lost hope?
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( he doesn't see anything wrong with holding onto the jacket, maybe because it has less consequences than the actual human that stands before him. if it was anyone else, he'd probably walk away by now, but he guesses talking to him for a bit won't be too bad. )
Have you truly lost hope?
( thought about calling rokkun by his last name, but he'd probably lose his mind, but he sounds serious when he asks that question. forget about the small things around him, komaeda can ignore the jacket, the affection that comes from holding his hand, and he'll focus on that in particular. if he can admit it like that, then it must be... that sort of hope must have suffered tremendously. while he doesn't answer his question about being thrown away, komaeda thinks that even standing here should tell rokkun everything — komaeda doesn't deal with people he doesn't need to. )
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All Komaeda cares about is hope. He might as well be asking Rokkun to drive a nail into his own coffin. He was scared, and he thought he might die, but those two damning details only happened after. In the moment, things were too fast, his body moved on instinct and protected himself as best he could—- but that's not how it happened. He held onto Komaeda's hand, thinking he could have both, and in the end, he got neither.
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No, I haven't. Next time, I'll do better. You've opened my eyes to that, Nagito.
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I want to see what you see, to view your hope.
( it's because komaeda went through that event is why things are so sensitive with him, it's always like that with people or things he starts to care for — that's why he should shut everything out. the thing about rokkun is that komaeda thought too much of him, and probably that's why he became a target to his luck, and maybe he shouldn't have tried to engage with him that way. he wanted to hug him, do something affectionate to take a small step forward, and even now he doesn't know what to do, despite that... he speaks: )
...And I can't do that if you're dead.
( he thinks about it, he can see it clearly, vividly, he went back into the void world more than once, only to be placed in that scenario again.
he knows where the blame should go, and he has no one else to blame but himself — he must seem weak. ) So... thank you. ( he doesn't know if that's the right thing to say. ) ...for holding on.
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I will not die.
[ He finds that he is smiling, that he's turned to Komaeda but he isn't seeing him. ]
And I won't ever let go. Not of you, nor myself.
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( his hands fiddle with the jacket, his thumb prodding into the fabric as he traces the number etched into it. he can't stop wondering why this is back in his possession, but as he looks up to see him smile...
it feels almost too familiar. )
Holding onto me is why...
( he lifts his organic hand, raising it towards rokkun's neck... he's hesitant, but a few inches away before touching. maybe it's talking to him that calms him, had this been his first rodeo, maybe he would have broke down completely, but...
he lives off hope. )
How does it feel?
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Like strep that does not go away. Do you want to see?
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Sit down over here, and then you can show me.
( tucked away in the corner of the vending machines where no one can see, since he's sure half of this stuff he can't talk about aloud. )
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It's an ugly gash across his neck, thick and uneven, unlike a cut made by a knife. There are still stiches in place, a neat now that pull taut on the skin over his throat when he swallows. All in all, the most fatal injury looks the least serious. He's not taking off his pants to show Komaeda the one on his leg. ]
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Well... you're not ugly with it, so that's nice, right? Ah, the only thing I know how to do is ruin your body...
( he sighs, watching the area until his eyes drop down to rokkun's leg, another area that he suffered from — that was the first one. it's okay, because komaeda can do that himself... so he's going to try and get between rokkun's legs to come closer to him, his attempt at trying to unbuckle his pants, now if you let him... then i guess. komaeda doesn't care. )
Is Fujioka-kun taking care of you?
( he has a lot to ask, things he wants to know... but he's trying to accept that he's okay, which he wonders if he has any right associating with him right now. he did put him in this condition. )
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also Komaeda: unbuckles his pants
Rokkun lets him... I guess... Nobody read this thread. ]
No. [ His answer is short, distracted, watching Komaeda more than he is paying attention to the conversation. The stiches across his throat jump when he swallows. ]
There's nothing more he can do, now.
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He's done what he could... now you have to overcome what happens to you now, isn't it exciting?
( he's no longer looking at rokkun, and instead fiddling with belt by using both his hands, and he slips the end-tip through the buckle. with that done, he's slightly lifting rokkun's shirt to get a better view of his pant's waistline, cold fingers brushing against the skin as he goes to undo the button, and his hands move slow as he thinks about what he wants to ask. )
Has Fujioka-kun done that to you before... since you knew about it.
( next is the zipper... )
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He breathes out, a shiver running down his spine at how cold Komaeda's fingers are, the slow, light touches agonizing in the way they tickle. ]
Has he done...? [ He shakes his head, so he can stop thinking about this and start thinking about that instead. ]
...Not to me. I've seen him. He doesn't like people to know. [ There may or may not have been some blackmail involved. ]
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so that means because of komaeda, that was rokkun's first time having blood weaved into his body — that says a lot, helps enable komaeda's decision that he shouldn't be around the other. he should be thinking about their surroundings, but it's not like they're doing anything indecent, so komaeda carries on with a shrug of his shoulders. his hands find a place on rokkun's hips, thumbs slipping beneath the band of his pants, accidentally one slips under the band of his boxers, and komaeda notices only a few seconds later to shift his finger. )
Can you rock your hips into me...
( he sounds out of breath as he says that, but komaeda's weak, tired, and always says shit so questionable, but he wants him to shift a little so he can wiggle out of clothes. that way, komaeda can help with pulling them down his hips, but he's not sure considering the other's leg is in this condition. )
Seen him... was it to people like Inaba-san... ( a miracle he remembered her name ) or Kirigiri-san...? Or is that method different...
( from how akira phrased it when he assisted both him and amami, rokkun needed to be dead... but maybe their victim wasn't in the right mind to overhear that conversation. )
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