[ Komaeda pulls him closer, and he pauses. There's a moment, just a span of a few seconds, in which the alarm bells go off clearly in his mind. It's a few seconds too late though, and the knife pierces his back quickly and brutally. It sinks in all the way to the handle with a sickening sound. But surely that won't be heard over piercing scream that escapes Hiyori. The beeper that he'd just taken out of his pocket falls to the floor with a loud clatter as he jerks forward, knocking into and pushing at the boy before him in the process.
Hiyori has a higher pain tolerance than a normal person. It was a part of working with difficult patients, and it was apart of working with ASUNARO. He's been injured on the job several times, and there are scars hidden beneath the clothes that he wears. It's part of why he's determined to replace his human body, having found that the damage would eventually lead to his life ending early. Yet even compared to that, this pain is excruciating. It's a pain that immediately causes tears to stain his face. It's an agony that only grows only unbearable with every little twitch and spasm drawing another sharp cry and gasp from him.
Somewhere in the mess of fractured instinctive reactions and pounding thoughts that scream for him to lash out and to flee and to act and that reminds him how terrified he is of death, for a moment the thought that he should have known better manages to creep through.
I KIND OF AM TOO, THAT'S KIND OF ROUGH, I THINK IT'S BC KOMAEDA RIGGED THE DICE
Hiyori has a higher pain tolerance than a normal person. It was a part of working with difficult patients, and it was apart of working with ASUNARO. He's been injured on the job several times, and there are scars hidden beneath the clothes that he wears. It's part of why he's determined to replace his human body, having found that the damage would eventually lead to his life ending early. Yet even compared to that, this pain is excruciating. It's a pain that immediately causes tears to stain his face. It's an agony that only grows only unbearable with every little twitch and spasm drawing another sharp cry and gasp from him.
Somewhere in the mess of fractured instinctive reactions and pounding thoughts that scream for him to lash out and to flee and to act and that reminds him how terrified he is of death, for a moment the thought that he should have known better manages to creep through.
But only for a moment. ]