adsum | npc contact.1

( no it was in the birthday thread, which i can tldr;

rokkun: promise me ill get my jacket back
komaeda:

that's how it went!!!!!!!!!

i don't know maybe amami plucked them out or maybe there's one or two. )

Your tree became something... ( thanks, he doesn't even know what to do with it! ) ...why did you give it back, did you help Amami-kun with what he wanted?

[ where is his tree ]

Huh? What did Rantarou want?

[ Rokkun just heard Komaeda's name and immediately ditched the guy in the classroom I'm so sorry Amami if you're out there somewhere ]

( why... it's where it needs to be??? should he plant it? )

...He wanted a rock, did you at least give him that much?

( listen, he's going to sigh because with rokkun's jacket no longer in his hand, he has nothing to mess with. need something else to hold, hm...

apologize to amami-kun, rokuro. )

Um.

[ The rocks he's been imagining in conjunction with Amami tends to be large boulders raised above his head while Amami isn't looking but ]

No, not yet.

[ He pushes the jacket back into Komaeda's hands. ]

So hold onto this until I do.

[ Amami is never getting his adderstone now ]

( rokkun is crippled what is he GUNNA DO?

ok, but with the jacket back in hand... he squeezes it a bit, and shakes his head right after. he'll take a step forward, placing it against rokkun's chest. )

It's fine... it's better this way, if you take it...

( you know, but no need letting the conversation stay on his clothes. also it makes no sense to keep a jacket until someone gets a rock? hello? komaeda's insane, not stupid! he even appears unimpressed by it. )

...Do you want to go outside together?

[ practice in his mind until he's ready ]

It's a hundred degrees out, Nagito.

[ More of a reason he doesn't want to carry his jacket around, but he takes it back and sets it over his shoulders like a cape. ]

I guess I still owe powerhosing you down, though.

( please calm down, who else is on rokkun's hitlist??? )

Do you want to abuse me that bad... after all that I've done...

( oh it's hot, he's right... and as much as rokkun wanted to go outside with him before, guess... time changes. :/

and nooo his cape... )

It's fine... something disgusting like me can stay inside.

[ The other 300 students in this school ]

Yeah, I do. So come on, you have no choice.

[ Rokkun may be crippled but Komaeda is dying; who will win if he takes Komaeda's wrist and drags him towards the courtyard ]

( what the fuck, that was supposed to be off-putting, can't stand this! )

Then I'll pen you in on the waiting to abuse me list, Arata-kun...

( i was going to ask which arm did he have, but i don't trust him with komaeda's prosthetic... so he lets himself get dragged towards the doors, but he's made a mistake, and now he's going to pinch his arm. )

A letter will be sent to your locker.

Your- what?

[ Why keep a list when Komaeda can just pull the class roster off the wall in the locker area—- anyways, he was going to joke something about a love letter, but the words catch in his throat. ]

"Arata-kun"...

[ ... ]

( he would want a love letter, huh? anyway, don't look at him like that!! )

Hm...? Is there a problem?

( as soon as they get to the courtyard doors, he's going to push one side open so rokkun can go first — it's hot out there right? oh, i hate it. komaeda's too pale for this, he's going to burn. )

[ Yeah he would. Anyways maybe this was my master plan all along, baked Komaeda ]

Yeah.

[ Komaeda can stand there with one arm holding the door open forever but Rokkun doesn't move. ]

You haven't called me that in years... It hurts knowing you hate me, Nagito, but will still hang out with me.

Hm...? I think you misunderstand my intentions.

( he's going to close the door because he's not going to burn his arm. )

In years... ( he must feel safe and comfortable with that nickname, huh... ) I was only doing as the teacher at detention said, that I should respect my seniors and also say your name properly, but...

( if he hated him, he would have let him go that day, but he didn't... he chose to act and ask for help. )

I never knew by saying your name in that fashion you'd take it that way.

Since when did you listen to others?

[ Especially with something insane like this. His seniors... No, those are two separate things, respect and using Rokkun's proper name. ]

Names have power. You should know something as simple as that.

Let's talk about this outside.

( they can keep their conversation private, but he's not going to push the door open again. )

I didn't mean to get under your skin, Rokkun... Do you hate me now, too?

I could never.

[ Unfortunately for him. But fine, he's the one who'll push the door open this time, stepping through and holding it so Komaeda can come out. ]

...I feel like I deserve your hatred.

( you can have your baked komaeda now, because his skin doesn't really do too good in the sun. when he starts peeling, please help him pick off the dead skin. )

...You call everyone by their first name, but you dislike what I did. You want to be special to everyone?

( names are special, but their names sit in the class roster list for people to pick through. when he walks through the door, he's going to immediately fan himself. )

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It's not that, it's... [ mm ] Senpai privilege. That aside, you're plenty careless towards me, but you haven't done anything to deserve being hated. Not by me.

[ Everybody else he can see, yeah. Once they're outside and he sees Komaeda immediately start to perish, Rokkun takes his jacket off his shoulders and sets it over Komaeda's head and shoulders instead, because better sweaty than having your skin slough off. ]

Just for now...

You must like me being careless around you, considering you don't want me to talk to you like your beloved kouhais.

( and that's the truth, komaeda is doing every he can to remain disliked. though, he's surprised considering the condition he put him in that he's not on rokkuns to-be-despised list.

with the jacket placed over him, he doesn't take it off... it's shade. )

About them... have you met with Kawaii-san?

( his lips purse into a straight line as he thinks about her actions, how her blade slid into saihara, and komaeda blames himself for that too. ) You are well-loved among your peers...

[ His beloved kouhais have to stay just that— senpai and kouhai and nothing more despite what he's doing and why. It's a very specific sort of relationship, and it's on a tightrope. ]

I have, yeah. She's... [ ...not what he wants to talk about, with Komaeda ]

With everybody else, I'm not loved; I'm admired. Or at least I was, when I was captain. [ He'll have to rely on something else, now. Reputation. Maybe he can get by with looks alone. ]

She's...

( he's seen her, you know. she's been going through a lot considering her friends have died, she almost killed another. everything around her is crumbling, and while she's having trouble getting back together... this feels too "same ol" for komaeda. he doesn't feel bad, but he doesn't know what to make of it. )

Your girlfriend, don't be so shy to say it... You're one of the many people she can rely on, or I think her hope will... sighs.

( after cutting off natsume too, she shouldn't have to live the unfortunate world that komaeda has. )

... ( "was"... ) Was that your hope? ...Soccer? Being the captain? ( he's looking for shade, he wants shade!!! also so he can make a little distance since he heard that as ruining rokkun's soccer life too. )

[ He did.

Anyways, they can sit in the shade of the wisteria tree, which is what Rokkun beelines to as well because it's a hundred degrees out and they're stupid for talking outside. ]

She's— ...not yet. [ Maybe never. Not yet. He doesn't know, can't think of a future past graduation and he can't be anything to anybody until after graduation, he has to make it there first. ]

Thinking about it scares me a little. When I play soccer, though, I don't have to think. I can just play... A lot of students gravitate towards something like that, a way to enter the zone and not think.

[ Kind of like Komaeda when he talks about hope. ]

Not yet... I see.

( komaeda won't press, he didn't hear the specific thing he was looking for, so this is easy for him to accept. the fact that he doesn't reject that she needs him, it seems like more than enough, and komaeda can stay in his lane. is that his whore era coming to an end.

as he watches rokkun walk towards the wisteria, komaeda follows after, but he doesn't sit completely under it... he sits out in the sun across from rokkun, and we'll hope that the shadow reaches over to him — if not, he can just burn with the jacket. )

It's not forever, your wounds will heal, you can overcome that and dominate once you're better. No one knows the field like you, so I don't understand why you're frightened... ( well, komaeda's never been without hope, so he thinks about it... a life without hope. mundane, boring... normal, he couldn't live that way. ) Hm, I can live with that sin, too.

( he's going to mess with his right arm, pinching a little further up on his wrist through his jacket to see if he can irritate his own wound. just something to kill time, you know. )

[ wtf is he just using Rokkun's shade, no, in that case Rokkun has to move so he's also in the sun but at least providing shade for—-

no, it's too hot and that's a stupid idea. ]

Come here.

[ He grabs that wrist Komaeda's messing with and pulls him in towards the tree, he will hold him there on his lap if he has to which does nothing for the heat but at least prevents Komaeda from roasting out there. ]

What sin are you even talking about?

( starting to think rokkun cant function properly around komaeda without having to do something for him.

and yes, that's a stupid idea, but komaeda's dying so??? )

What are you d — ( i'm crying, how tall is rokkun? really going to let komaeda's 5'11" ass sit in his lap, okay. i guess. he wins. )

I have a lot of them... ( he's going to lay his back against him, might as well make use. ) It depends on which one. ( ... ) What's out in the woods?

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