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[ fucking faceplants

... ]

Stop acting like you're four!

( goes to sit on his back so he can't get up. )

If you stop first! Come on, tell me about your ability... it's very compatible with Rokkun's recklessness...

No! Get off!

[ He tries to roll Komaeda off his back, using his arm as leverage, but he also doesn't want to throw Komaeda off too hard or quickly because what if he smacks his head— that would be better, rational thought says, but his conscience forbids it. ]

Do I have to tell him you're being mean to me...

( not that komaeda understands the full extent of what rokkun would even do, he just knows they both hang around him. so stop!! komaeda's not going to akira win this one, and he'll try to stay on, prevent himself from being thrown off like he's some raging bull or whatever. )

Tell— who? What?

[ Stoppppp Komaeda is too sick to keep Akira pinned down; he's going to at least try to roll over onto his side or back, if not get up, because he doesn't want to talk into the dirt. ]

( fine!!! he can get on his back, and komaeda can sit on his stomach!! thought akira was too a weak twink, and this was twink wars, but komaeda is sick...

he has to keep inching to the side to try and stay on when he moved around, difficult!!! difficult!! )

You know who... we're all friends, and this is how you treat me...

[ He's a weak twink but Komaeda is sick and that's all the advantage he needs. But also this was a mistake, because it's easier to have somebody sit on your back than on your stomach.

His arms are free to shove Komaeda away though. ]

What about— how you treat me??

( komaeda's going to smack his hand with his mechanical arm, stay back, stop touching him! )

I'm treating you kindly, I even answered all your questions... what about you, Fujioka-kun, if you can explain that skill... I'll get off of you.

( explain! smack! explain! )

[ WHY IS HE FOUR why is Akira getting beat up by Komaeda, this is the worst mental image I'm crying ]

Stop it! Stop! This isn't being kind!

( AKIRA STARTED IT!!!!! maybe if he played fair, and wasn't mean to komaeda!!! )

...Oh, I'm sorry.

( smack, smack!!! and then he stops, looking down at him as he calms down. )

I feel better now! You should do this for a living, Fujioka-kun.

[ KOMAEDA TRIPPED HIM AND THEN SAT ON HIM???

Akira stares up at the sky and wonders why this is his life, this isn't living ]

I'm never talking to you again.

( comfy? )

I want to learn, Fujioka-kun...

( looks dead at him, not caring for his plea of not talking because he is talking... but komaeda is serious about what he says. )

How to... sew myself.

[ "You go do that," Akira does not say, because if he speaks now that would be losing. Instead, he sighs and tries again to push Komaeda off, hands on Komaeda's shoulders and it's like doing a push-up except Komaeda's the ground and push-ups were not what he excelled at in PE ]

( annoying, stop touching him like that! it's fine, as akira tries to do his push-up, he's close enough for komaeda to wrap his arms around the male's neck just so he can try and lay on him or something. this is the hell he's chosen, and now he's got to live with komaeda holding onto him, back at school, broad daylight were people can see.

embarrassing )

Fujioka-kun!! You can tell me all your secrets, it's fine!

[ Stoppppppppp

imagine this yelling face but he's also very red and very embarrassed and if he weren't allowed to die he wishes he were dead.

BUT

Komaeda having his arms around Akira's neck means he has no leverage, it means Akira can roll and be on top instead, never mind how this looks in broad daylight where people can see ]

( oh, for the love of god, don't let anyone perceive their existence, because this is too much, and then akira has to live with this out in broad daylight!!

which, komaeda's flipped onto his back, but he keeps his arms tightly wrapped around akira's neck — or well, the mechanical arm is doing most of the work.

being a nuisance? he's actually enjoying himself, which, his fingers dig into akira's shirt... he's not letting go. )

[ Rokkun staring out the window watching this like "..."

while Akira wishes he could set Komaeda on fire, life would be so much easier if he had a different skillset and Komaeda weren't smiling and Akira immediately feels bad for wanting this to stop.

But okay, never mind Komaeda for now. Akira squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to think about lying on top of somebody else while he reaches around behind his own neck to pry Komaeda's fingers apart, he has to stop this first if he has any hope of being free. ]

( WHY is he everywhere? closes my eyes...

anyway... stop all this moving or he'll throw up blood i swear he will! he can feel the way akira picks at his fingers, and it's not like komaeda has the strongest strength in the world. he allows one finger to come up, and maybe a second. )

I'll let you go if you tell me... it's as simple as that.

[ why is he going to throw up blood, stop!!! Akira can't show Komaeda anything with his blood anyways, it had always been Akira's— his blood dripping from his wrist that he'd sliced open himself, his blood that can sew and bind.

He keeps his lips pressed tight and works on that second and third finger, forcing his own hand underneath so Komaeda can't just grab back. npc-kun broke one of Komaeda's fingers so Akira could have a fighting chance ]

( why doesn't he say that so komaeda can get off of him, and then rokkun can stop being "..." like he's thinking about how to kill one of them.

wants to learn about the blood and sew!! wants to learn!!

yeah, komaeda's kind of losing this battle, but because that finger is broken for awhile...he does manage to slip off of akira, and his back on the ground as he looks up at the male finally free. what a shame. )

Ahaha... you're like a five year old, you know?

[ Better than Komaeda who acts four—- but his own behavior isn't any better, Akira knows this with the dirt under his fingernails and probably grass stains on the back of his uniform that he'll have to take home and wash today to get them out. Sighs...

Akira stands, and holds his hand out to Komaeda to pull him up. ]

What are you doing?

( why is his hand out, like is this a joke? he's staring at his hand, unsure, then he looks towards akira like he wants an explanation. sure they probably wrestled on the ground, and komaeda's hand hurts from that, but...

...

he didn't think akira had it in him... )

[ gonna suplex Komaeda—-

No, this is him being the bigger person, who is still debating with himself whether the silent treatment is standing up for himself or if it's just childish.

...He keeps his hand extended, but gives it a little shake, like he's trying to ask "What do you think I'm doing?" without breaking his silence. ]

( it's him being childish for still silent treatmenting, but who knows, rokkun might love this development between komaeda and akira. )

...Don't you hate me?

( he looks at their hand wobbling, the act gets his attention, and he understands. he has to throw a pity party for himself, seem a bit depressed before he can go further.

how else will he emotional manipulate. he even lifts his arm like he's going to reach out, but his fingers twitch because his pinky hurts... it's red, and swollen from their child's play. )

[ He starts to nod but then catches himself, because no! Somebody's got to be the mature one here, and it's not going to be Komaeda. Not when Akira's face crumples at the sight of that finger because oh no. He did that... He broke Komaeda's finger... ]

...I don't.

[ He leans down and gestures for Komaeda's other arm, hoping he didn't like... sprain this wrist or dislocate the shoulder or something. ]

I'm sorry for how I acted.

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