[ Komaeda has plenty of time to test the private room while he works his way over there. The room is locked tight as always, and apparently well soundproofed, because there's noise coming from it at all.
Hiyori uses the counter as support as he pulls himself out, watching as Komaeda leaves. He picks up one of the two remaining cats and pops it into his mouth, more because it's there and because he can't seem to dredge up the willpower to move than out of any desire to continue eating. The second one follows shortly thereafter. He feels terrible. The pain is manageable, but his head is fuzzy, and he's getting to the point of feeling weaker than before...
He's exhausted. Hiyori finishes chewing before he begins the slow process of making his way to his bedroom - grabbing his phone off the table first, and slipping it into his free pocket. He uses the walls for support. He'll get there eventually though.
Just kidding, he's going to lose his balance turning the corner that leads into the hallway to his room and crashes onto the floor with a surprised yelp. At least he probably can't feel it. ]
[ It's Komaeda's lucky day. The moment he reaches into Hiyori's left pocket he'll find the bottle of pills - perhaps even better, it the fall shook it enough to leave it sticking partially out, making it nice and easy for him to remove. Hiyori seems unaware that it's been taken, and with Komaeda's assistance he manages to pick himself up and off of the ground. Even compared to before, he looks exhausted and half-out of it.
He must be, because he doesn't even blink at the title being used despite his earlier insistence. Fortunately for him, it does seem to keep him from suffering the various aches and pains that would normally follow such a sudden fall - he'll just have to worry about the bruises later. ]
Ahaha... Sorry, sorry... I'm not sure what happened.
I'd rather go back to the hospital than have somebody I didn't invite here, I don't are who they are. I know who I want around, everyone else... Everyone else stay the Hell away from me...
[ There's a flicker of irritation on his face, and it comes through even more strongly in his words. For Hiyori, it's a virtually nonexistent emotion that only manages to creep through due to his lack of inhibitions. His apartment had been crashed once, and he was sore enough about that. It's easy enough to imagine how many times he'd had a caretaker or something similar to him. He doesn't want anyone here. It's his one safe place. Just the idea makes him want to take a knife to somebody, to put his surgical use to the best possible use sincde that's what they want so damn bad.
He cuts off though, and he shakes his head. Apparently he had enough of the second dose for it to start having an effect. That moment of clarity passes quickly, and he shakes his head as he returns to the final question. ]
N-no, I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun... I can handle it.
[ He does manage to get over to the sink without any further incident. He can still handle brushing his teeth, at least, and using mouthwash. He suspects that flossing is a lost cause though. Should be fine for one night. ]
[ He shouldn't get so irritable. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees a person who looks beyond tired, and he can't quite recognize himself in there. He touches his forehead again, pressing his palm to it in an effort to stave off the illness that seems to have overtaken him. He takes several deep breaths before he finishes up, putting everything back where he it.
His flare up seems to have settled by time he exits the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe now as he watches him. ]
...
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. You've been very kind to me.
[ Whatever he might be waiting on, Hiyori doesn't seem so inclined as to do the same. He stays there for a few seconds longer before he pushes off, taking a couple wobbly steps forward so he can rub Komaeda's head. It really isn't like him to be so irritable - was it a bad reaction? No, it was just some of that frustration bubbling up. ]
... This is the last place that I have where I can feel safe. I let myself get too defensive.
[ Because he could choose who to visit and what to do and he could breathe by himself, who he could invite over who he pleased and no one else would find. It was a place that he rarely visited because he loves his work and people both, but it was a private place nonetheless. If people encroached on this too, where would he have left? Aside from that, he certainly had no desire to be left alone with somebody he had no relationship to in a private space. If he had to be cared for, he could go to the hospital, where he could both trust the workers.
He offers that brief explanation in apology, and perhaps because the guilt about losing his temper has fully settled in by now, or perhaps because his mind is getting cloudier, he doesn't make any further efforts to argue. ]
[ It's an easy decision, of course, when he's presented with the promise of affection and threatened with having his drugs swallowed by another (in the back of his mind, he remembers that's bad.) That little bit of enticing, the way he looks at him and points, is more than enough to seal the deal. Even now, this is the person he wants. Yet it's tricky to get what he wants, though, when his legs threaten to give out under him.
He keeps one hand against the wall to stabilize himself letting the other one rest on Komaeda's shoulder as he leans in to kiss him - gently at first, building it up, parting his lips slightly as he does so. By now any good sense he'd had left is long since gone, and so he'll accept them in this manner if allowed. But even without that, he'd no doubt take anything he was allowed - now more than ever, when he was intoxicated and lonely and desperate for the right person's attention. ]
[ Hiyori adjusts his positions lightly, leaning a little more solidly on the wall so he can bring his hand up to cup Komaeda's face. He couldn't pull away if he wanted to now, not with Komaeda's arm around him. In all likelihood he should based on the way his body is trying to give up on him and the pills sit on his tongue, melding into it, but he has no particular desire to do so and the medicine is easily forgotten. The kiss sends tremors throughout his entire body, the taste of Komaeda on his tongue is pure ecstasy, and it erases his concerns and frustration far more efficiently than any drug could
He finds himself leaning into the kiss more, gently at first, but with an increasing fervor as it continues. His hand moves up from his face so that his fingers can trail through his hair, taking care not to let his fingers dig into his sensitive scalp as he continues. Hiyori slip he tongue into Komaeda's mouth and caresses it, encouraged by the sensation of his fingers hanging onto his waist, and there's a little moan in the back of his throat. His scent, his touch, his taste all lingering upon him - he doesn't want this to stop, he wants to take so much more of him. ]
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when are you going to stop ntring me nms go back 2 ur majority game tag
[ Komaeda is rewarded for his efforts with another low moan, another shiver rolling down his spine as Komaeda presses his thigh against him. He's willing to keep going back for more, to push things much further, but he pauses in his efforts when Komaeda turns his head away. His heart races in his chest as he exhales softly against Komaeda, and as he watches him take that strand of saliva he's struck by the urge to take his mouth once more.
He doesn't, though. His face is flushed, the glazed look is even more prominent than it had been before, the dreamy smile plastered on his face. He doesn't quite seem to be aware of much aside from himself and the person in front of him. He stares for several seconds when Komaeda praises him, seeming to struggle with what he interprets as a change in subject. Swallowed his pills...? There's nothing in his mouth now, so he supposes that he must have at some point. The details hardly seem to matter, though, and so he just passively accepts this and moves on. ]
...? Mm... Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ Perhaps because he can't understand the current topic of conversation, having already moved onto the far more important matter of touching and kissing and everything beyond that, and he takes that to mean that he's free to move on to these much more important affairs. His hand slides back down, fingers trailing down his temple and face and neck, his slender shoulder and thin arm until Hiyori finally takes his hand. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun... ♡♡♡♡
[ He leans down to kiss his cheek now, something chaste and sweet. For as erratic and difficult as he might have been tonight, that seems to be a consistent factor, though he seems a bit too out of it to appreciate what he's saying. He seems happy, at least. How strange, too - he showed no interest in other Ultimates, and the most he had ever offered was distaste or begrudging acknowledgment, but drugged up or otherwise he does nothing but pour affection on the person standing before him. ]
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FIVE TIMES EACH THREAD i'm starting to feel second hand sexual frustration tbqh
[ Hiyori returns the kiss, and he seems prepared to go further before Komaeda starts to speak. He lifts his hand to place it over the one on his chest, and it once more takes him too long to understand what's being said. He can't see the connection between giving up his a job (or two or three) and having sex. He'd done it this long, after all, and aside from that it was easy enough to adjust his schedule to fit his own needs. ]
Hm...? I can do it all... That's why I was Hope's Peak's greatest prodigy, Komaeda-kun.... I could do any-thing they asked of me... An-y-th-ing they needed... S'why I was loved...
[ His words slur and blend together now, and it's probably far more than he'd ever say otherwise. He'd suggested it before, but it truly was that in addition to being Ultimate Surgeon, he was considered their once in a lifetime talent for how sharp and adaptable he was in addition to his natural leadership. He seems to believe it now as much as ever, though he lacks the problem solving skills to sift through how he would accomplish that. It is perhaps for the best, because it wouldn't be at the expense of giving up all those things that he cared so much about.
Even now, for all his distaste for the place, he wishes he could make his patient understand just how different he had been even then... They'd pinned him down as a single, unique talent, but pulled him for so much more. If he really wanted to get back into their good graces, ahaha... Wouldn't he need to pull on all of that...?
But he doesn't want to, and no amount of drugs can change that. ]
Mmm... Okay...
[ He'll place both hands on the wall and push himself up enough that Komaeda isn't trapped underneath him... Though that said, the second that the other isn't clinging to the wall, he'll find Hiyori drunkenly draping on him, holding him in place in the most unhelpful manner, and mumbling his name again - drawing out each syllable once more.
Maybe he should have waited until he was closer to the bed to let the second of the three doses start kicking in. ]
Komaeda-kun... ♡♡♡ Komaeda-kun... ♡ Ah, you weren't theereeee, Komaeda-kun... I could do anything, Komaeda-kun... No one was more talented than Sou Hiyori... Mmmmm... I can't believe I'm the only one...
[ Does he even know what he's talking about anymore? Who knows. Either way, it seems like he's trying to make his point by aggressively doting and repeating himself now that he doesn't have sloppy make outs to distract him, so good luck with that buddy. ]
Komaeda-kuunnnnn.... ♡♡♡♡
[ this is the opposite of being taken to his room, in fact. ]
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WELL YEAH BUT IS KOMAEDA GONNA FINALLY RESOLVE THE TENSION AFTER HE'S NOT CRIPPLED AND/OR DRUGGED???
[ Hiyori finds that slinking to the floor works better for him, given his current inability to stand straight, and he shifts his own position. He wraps his arms around Komaeda, letting his chin rest on his shoulder. He lets out a little sigh at the question. He had parents who had loved him, that much was true. They were kind and caring, and just as busy as Hiyori himself. Yet even so, he has fond memories of the, and no complaints that could be given. He was beloved by his classmates, and he was beloved by his patients.
He could be the Ultimate Surgeon, or Sou Hiyori, or any of the few other names he's used, and no matter what his skills and personality meant that he would be a dearly beloved person. But he loved none of them, and so his eyes close as he lets out another sigh. It was fine to be loved for a mask, because he could opt to take it off at any time, but it was worthless to be loved for an arbitrary title.
The Ultimate Surgeon. For as much as he despises it, it does have a nice ring to it - that is, he supposes, why it's so hard to replace. One had to be as willing to heal as to break in order to attain that status. A nurse and doctor could heal, but a surgeon had to cut and tear and rend. It was a frightening title, and they should have taken that as their first hint.
He rubs his cheek against Komaeda's shoulder, seeming unbothered by his statement. What did he have to do? Nothing at all. What had changed? Nothing at all? And what was he now? Well... ]
I'm the way I've always been, Komaeda-kun.... I can do anything, and I can be anyone...
[ He was older, he was wiser, his skills had sharpened rather than dulling, but he was as he'd ever been. He acted when he so chose, and he watched the rest of the time. Hiyori allowed himself to learn everything, and skimped on nothing. He worked to the point of destroying interpersonal relationships, yet those were ones he had no interest in, and his business relationships and connections had only thrived more and more over time. And he was ever willing to do what he thought to be correct.
He tilts his head so it leans against Komaeda's. ]
I'm happy now... Ahh, and I've fallen in love with Komaeda-kun too! ♡
[ His quiet voice suddenly rises at the end as he clings a little tighter, letting out a soft sigh, and he repeats himself: ]
I'm the same as I've always been, because I always worked harder than everyone else.
[ For everything. He worked to develop a talent, and then several more. He worked to sharpen his skills. He worked for recognition and love. He worked to build himself up after being expelled. Sou Hiyori worked harder than anyone, and that was what made his talent so rare, and that was what made him a prodigy, and that was why no one could replace him. He worked harder than anyone to see the world as it could be, to bend and break it and to reshape it into his vision.
He must lose his train of thought somewhere in there, though, because he keeps moving between the two separate ideas he's juggling. ]
I love Komaeda-kun more than anyone. ♡♡♡
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IT'S FINE IT'LL JUST BE A REWARD FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR
[ It must be a side effect of the drugs, because it's easy to see his mind trying to grasp at who the person being referred to is. Who is if that he loves most? Who is it that Hiyori is meant to be? But it's a mask that he never fully wore, and so he struggles with it. He returns the kiss as he considers, clinging a little tighter as much in response to the affection as the words he's hearing.
He clings a tighter yet still, though in his current state that's still not very tight, before loosens his grip he pulls away just enough to search Komaeda's face for the answers that he's looking for. Who is person? When had they met? He knows nothing about them. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ He's coming up short, but the words are having what night be a desired effect all the same. Hiyori keeps his eyes on him, repeating his name again, as though that will make an answer appear. One eventually does, but not the one either of them are looking for - but it seems he's looking for a solution now. ]
...? Komaeda-kun never met that person... [ They don't exist. ] That person is...?
[ ????? ]
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THEY CAN FUCK MORE THAN ONCE???? AS A PATIENT THEN AS A BF THEN AS A HUSBAND
[ He murmurs in answer, seeming as puzzled by that as the question that had been raised to him. It's getting harder for him to focus, and it truly feels as though his mind has begun to melt away into nothingness. Yet one of the few things that he's certain of in this moment is that ge's Sou Hiyori, though, and he always has been, so when and how could he have been anyone else?
Ahhh, he hates to see Komaeda upset...
He blinks at the mention of being tired. This is accepted more easily. He is tired, and it makes sense that he would say it, and so he nods in agreement before the implications of the first half of that statement catch up. He goes limp for a few seconds, hanging onto Komaeda and whining and drawing out his name to make his displeasure with that clear before finally nodding again with a small yawn. ]
Okay...
[ He looks to the floor, and actually just sleeping here seems like the best idea he's had all night. But he'll begrudgingly start the process of pushing himself up and off the floor once more. ]
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OKAY FINE TEMPORARY EX-PATIENT BUT THEN AS A PATIENT HE CAN DO BOTH
[ It takes him a couple tries to get up. Hiyori doesn't quite fall on any of them, but nor does he quite manage to get up properly either. Rather, he puts his hands on his knees and pushes up before sliding back down. By the second effort, there's an indignant little huff about the entire affair. Third time's the charm though, and he manages to get up and hold himself up by using the wall for support. He thinks that he should be able to make his way down to the master bedroom in this manner. He misses his office room.... But Komaeda is here, so this seems like a fair compromise.
He's definitely going to start getting weird texts at some point. But for now Hiyori pauses in his efforts, a touch surprised by the question. When was the last time he'd gotten something like that? Just the very offer makes his heart melt. ]
Hm...? You'd give me a goodnight kiss, Komaeda-kun...?
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Hiyori uses the counter as support as he pulls himself out, watching as Komaeda leaves. He picks up one of the two remaining cats and pops it into his mouth, more because it's there and because he can't seem to dredge up the willpower to move than out of any desire to continue eating. The second one follows shortly thereafter. He feels terrible. The pain is manageable, but his head is fuzzy, and he's getting to the point of feeling weaker than before...
He's exhausted. Hiyori finishes chewing before he begins the slow process of making his way to his bedroom - grabbing his phone off the table first, and slipping it into his free pocket. He uses the walls for support. He'll get there eventually though.
Just kidding, he's going to lose his balance turning the corner that leads into the hallway to his room and crashes onto the floor with a surprised yelp. At least he probably can't feel it. ]
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He must be, because he doesn't even blink at the title being used despite his earlier insistence. Fortunately for him, it does seem to keep him from suffering the various aches and pains that would normally follow such a sudden fall - he'll just have to worry about the bruises later. ]
Ahaha... Sorry, sorry... I'm not sure what happened.
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[ There's a flicker of irritation on his face, and it comes through even more strongly in his words. For Hiyori, it's a virtually nonexistent emotion that only manages to creep through due to his lack of inhibitions. His apartment had been crashed once, and he was sore enough about that. It's easy enough to imagine how many times he'd had a caretaker or something similar to him. He doesn't want anyone here. It's his one safe place. Just the idea makes him want to take a knife to somebody, to put his surgical use to the best possible use sincde that's what they want so damn bad.
He cuts off though, and he shakes his head. Apparently he had enough of the second dose for it to start having an effect. That moment of clarity passes quickly, and he shakes his head as he returns to the final question. ]
N-no, I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun... I can handle it.
[ He does manage to get over to the sink without any further incident. He can still handle brushing his teeth, at least, and using mouthwash. He suspects that flossing is a lost cause though. Should be fine for one night. ]
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His flare up seems to have settled by time he exits the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe now as he watches him. ]
...
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. You've been very kind to me.
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... This is the last place that I have where I can feel safe. I let myself get too defensive.
[ Because he could choose who to visit and what to do and he could breathe by himself, who he could invite over who he pleased and no one else would find. It was a place that he rarely visited because he loves his work and people both, but it was a private place nonetheless. If people encroached on this too, where would he have left? Aside from that, he certainly had no desire to be left alone with somebody he had no relationship to in a private space. If he had to be cared for, he could go to the hospital, where he could both trust the workers.
He offers that brief explanation in apology, and perhaps because the guilt about losing his temper has fully settled in by now, or perhaps because his mind is getting cloudier, he doesn't make any further efforts to argue. ]
... Ah... Is it...? Mm... That must be it...
[ He's leaning on the wall now. ]
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He keeps one hand against the wall to stabilize himself letting the other one rest on Komaeda's shoulder as he leans in to kiss him - gently at first, building it up, parting his lips slightly as he does so. By now any good sense he'd had left is long since gone, and so he'll accept them in this manner if allowed. But even without that, he'd no doubt take anything he was allowed - now more than ever, when he was intoxicated and lonely and desperate for the right person's attention. ]
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He finds himself leaning into the kiss more, gently at first, but with an increasing fervor as it continues. His hand moves up from his face so that his fingers can trail through his hair, taking care not to let his fingers dig into his sensitive scalp as he continues. Hiyori slip he tongue into Komaeda's mouth and caresses it, encouraged by the sensation of his fingers hanging onto his waist, and there's a little moan in the back of his throat. His scent, his touch, his taste all lingering upon him - he doesn't want this to stop, he wants to take so much more of him. ]
when are you going to stop ntring me nms go back 2 ur majority game tag
He doesn't, though. His face is flushed, the glazed look is even more prominent than it had been before, the dreamy smile plastered on his face. He doesn't quite seem to be aware of much aside from himself and the person in front of him. He stares for several seconds when Komaeda praises him, seeming to struggle with what he interprets as a change in subject. Swallowed his pills...? There's nothing in his mouth now, so he supposes that he must have at some point. The details hardly seem to matter, though, and so he just passively accepts this and moves on. ]
...? Mm... Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ Perhaps because he can't understand the current topic of conversation, having already moved onto the far more important matter of touching and kissing and everything beyond that, and he takes that to mean that he's free to move on to these much more important affairs. His hand slides back down, fingers trailing down his temple and face and neck, his slender shoulder and thin arm until Hiyori finally takes his hand. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun... ♡♡♡♡
[ He leans down to kiss his cheek now, something chaste and sweet. For as erratic and difficult as he might have been tonight, that seems to be a consistent factor, though he seems a bit too out of it to appreciate what he's saying. He seems happy, at least. How strange, too - he showed no interest in other Ultimates, and the most he had ever offered was distaste or begrudging acknowledgment, but drugged up or otherwise he does nothing but pour affection on the person standing before him. ]
FIVE TIMES EACH THREAD i'm starting to feel second hand sexual frustration tbqh
Hm...? I can do it all... That's why I was Hope's Peak's greatest prodigy, Komaeda-kun.... I could do any-thing they asked of me... An-y-th-ing they needed... S'why I was loved...
[ His words slur and blend together now, and it's probably far more than he'd ever say otherwise. He'd suggested it before, but it truly was that in addition to being Ultimate Surgeon, he was considered their once in a lifetime talent for how sharp and adaptable he was in addition to his natural leadership. He seems to believe it now as much as ever, though he lacks the problem solving skills to sift through how he would accomplish that. It is perhaps for the best, because it wouldn't be at the expense of giving up all those things that he cared so much about.
Even now, for all his distaste for the place, he wishes he could make his patient understand just how different he had been even then... They'd pinned him down as a single, unique talent, but pulled him for so much more. If he really wanted to get back into their good graces, ahaha... Wouldn't he need to pull on all of that...?
But he doesn't want to, and no amount of drugs can change that. ]
Mmm... Okay...
[ He'll place both hands on the wall and push himself up enough that Komaeda isn't trapped underneath him... Though that said, the second that the other isn't clinging to the wall, he'll find Hiyori drunkenly draping on him, holding him in place in the most unhelpful manner, and mumbling his name again - drawing out each syllable once more.
Maybe he should have waited until he was closer to the bed to let the second of the three doses start kicking in. ]
Komaeda-kun... ♡♡♡ Komaeda-kun... ♡ Ah, you weren't theereeee, Komaeda-kun... I could do anything, Komaeda-kun... No one was more talented than Sou Hiyori... Mmmmm... I can't believe I'm the only one...
[ Does he even know what he's talking about anymore? Who knows. Either way, it seems like he's trying to make his point by aggressively doting and repeating himself now that he doesn't have sloppy make outs to distract him, so good luck with that buddy. ]
Komaeda-kuunnnnn.... ♡♡♡♡
[ this is the opposite of being taken to his room, in fact. ]
WELL YEAH BUT IS KOMAEDA GONNA FINALLY RESOLVE THE TENSION AFTER HE'S NOT CRIPPLED AND/OR DRUGGED???
He could be the Ultimate Surgeon, or Sou Hiyori, or any of the few other names he's used, and no matter what his skills and personality meant that he would be a dearly beloved person. But he loved none of them, and so his eyes close as he lets out another sigh. It was fine to be loved for a mask, because he could opt to take it off at any time, but it was worthless to be loved for an arbitrary title.
The Ultimate Surgeon. For as much as he despises it, it does have a nice ring to it - that is, he supposes, why it's so hard to replace. One had to be as willing to heal as to break in order to attain that status. A nurse and doctor could heal, but a surgeon had to cut and tear and rend. It was a frightening title, and they should have taken that as their first hint.
He rubs his cheek against Komaeda's shoulder, seeming unbothered by his statement. What did he have to do? Nothing at all. What had changed? Nothing at all? And what was he now? Well... ]
I'm the way I've always been, Komaeda-kun.... I can do anything, and I can be anyone...
[ He was older, he was wiser, his skills had sharpened rather than dulling, but he was as he'd ever been. He acted when he so chose, and he watched the rest of the time. Hiyori allowed himself to learn everything, and skimped on nothing. He worked to the point of destroying interpersonal relationships, yet those were ones he had no interest in, and his business relationships and connections had only thrived more and more over time. And he was ever willing to do what he thought to be correct.
He tilts his head so it leans against Komaeda's. ]
I'm happy now... Ahh, and I've fallen in love with Komaeda-kun too! ♡
[ His quiet voice suddenly rises at the end as he clings a little tighter, letting out a soft sigh, and he repeats himself: ]
I'm the same as I've always been, because I always worked harder than everyone else.
[ For everything. He worked to develop a talent, and then several more. He worked to sharpen his skills. He worked for recognition and love. He worked to build himself up after being expelled. Sou Hiyori worked harder than anyone, and that was what made his talent so rare, and that was what made him a prodigy, and that was why no one could replace him. He worked harder than anyone to see the world as it could be, to bend and break it and to reshape it into his vision.
He must lose his train of thought somewhere in there, though, because he keeps moving between the two separate ideas he's juggling. ]
I love Komaeda-kun more than anyone. ♡♡♡
IT'S FINE IT'LL JUST BE A REWARD FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR
He clings a tighter yet still, though in his current state that's still not very tight, before loosens his grip he pulls away just enough to search Komaeda's face for the answers that he's looking for. Who is person? When had they met? He knows nothing about them. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ He's coming up short, but the words are having what night be a desired effect all the same. Hiyori keeps his eyes on him, repeating his name again, as though that will make an answer appear. One eventually does, but not the one either of them are looking for - but it seems he's looking for a solution now. ]
...? Komaeda-kun never met that person... [ They don't exist. ] That person is...?
[ ????? ]
THEY CAN FUCK MORE THAN ONCE???? AS A PATIENT THEN AS A BF THEN AS A HUSBAND
[ He murmurs in answer, seeming as puzzled by that as the question that had been raised to him. It's getting harder for him to focus, and it truly feels as though his mind has begun to melt away into nothingness. Yet one of the few things that he's certain of in this moment is that ge's Sou Hiyori, though, and he always has been, so when and how could he have been anyone else?
Ahhh, he hates to see Komaeda upset...
He blinks at the mention of being tired. This is accepted more easily. He is tired, and it makes sense that he would say it, and so he nods in agreement before the implications of the first half of that statement catch up. He goes limp for a few seconds, hanging onto Komaeda and whining and drawing out his name to make his displeasure with that clear before finally nodding again with a small yawn. ]
Okay...
[ He looks to the floor, and actually just sleeping here seems like the best idea he's had all night. But he'll begrudgingly start the process of pushing himself up and off the floor once more. ]
OKAY FINE TEMPORARY EX-PATIENT BUT THEN AS A PATIENT HE CAN DO BOTH
He's definitely going to start getting weird texts at some point. But for now Hiyori pauses in his efforts, a touch surprised by the question. When was the last time he'd gotten something like that? Just the very offer makes his heart melt. ]
Hm...? You'd give me a goodnight kiss, Komaeda-kun...?
[ He seems pretty happy about the idea. ]
okay you know what that's fair, komaeda shouldn't have to settle like that
does that mean their first time can be in his office while he's shirking his duties
that's true maybe he won't moan into the phone this time