[ 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...?
[ He seems pretty happy about the idea. ]
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okay you know what that's fair, komaeda shouldn't have to settle like that
Even to his drug addled mind, there's something disconcerting about the way that's worded. He can't think well enough to pin down what it is that's bothering him, but he understands that he needs to refuse it. There's an airy little laugh. ]
Hm...? Things like that are better when they're a surprise, Komaeda-kun... When the person you love surprises you with a cute, romantic gesture like that... ♡
[ There's a blissful little sigh as he thinks about it. It should make his intentions clear, though. He's in no rush to ask for something he doesn't need, much less when it would just be getting it over with... Ah, that must be what's bothering him. It sounds like such a sad, burdensome thing, and Hiyori is a bit of a romantic. The very idea of it being a burdensome and transactional affair makes him want to cry, now that he thinks about it. How sad would it be to have to ask for something so simple and precious?
So then, the proper way to end a night would be... ]
Goodnight, Komaeda-kun. I love you.
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does that mean their first time can be in his office while he's shirking his duties
[ It could be an effort to tempt him, or it could be an effort to lull him in for some other purpose. It's always a guessing game with Komaeda, but Hiyori finds himself unable to properly care what the outcome of this approach might be. But anything he took would be freely given, without him asking for it. The drugs lowered his inhibitions and were rapidly incapacitating both his mind and body, but they couldn't erase his core.
Think for yourself, decide for yourself, and offer love freely. If Komaeda was willing to give anything and everything to Ultimates, then Hiyori would reffuse to take each and every time. That was ever his way. He might have moved after saying goodnight if such a thing were possible for him, but as it is he's stuck leaning on the wall, head and shoulder resting against it. ]
Hmm... I hope so. That would be a pleasant dream.
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that's true maybe he won't moan into the phone this time
[ It had, and that red stain is what had made him decide to change it. His bedroom was recreated in blue and white, with a few more accents added, giving it a much softer and less clinical appearance than the sharp monochrome had. Hiyori isn't quite as fond of it as he was the previous incarnation, but he's certain that it will grow on him. He manages to pull himself off and make his way into the room, stumbling a little as he makes his way over to the bed.
He feels terrible, and the thought of counting Ultimates makes him feel a little sicker. ]
Hm, I suppose I won't be having any pleasant dreams tonight.
[ He laughs softly. Ah, but his guest has done all that he needs to now... ]
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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
Even to his drug addled mind, there's something disconcerting about the way that's worded. He can't think well enough to pin down what it is that's bothering him, but he understands that he needs to refuse it. There's an airy little laugh. ]
Hm...? Things like that are better when they're a surprise, Komaeda-kun... When the person you love surprises you with a cute, romantic gesture like that... ♡
[ There's a blissful little sigh as he thinks about it. It should make his intentions clear, though. He's in no rush to ask for something he doesn't need, much less when it would just be getting it over with... Ah, that must be what's bothering him. It sounds like such a sad, burdensome thing, and Hiyori is a bit of a romantic. The very idea of it being a burdensome and transactional affair makes him want to cry, now that he thinks about it. How sad would it be to have to ask for something so simple and precious?
So then, the proper way to end a night would be... ]
Goodnight, Komaeda-kun. I love you.
does that mean their first time can be in his office while he's shirking his duties
Think for yourself, decide for yourself, and offer love freely. If Komaeda was willing to give anything and everything to Ultimates, then Hiyori would reffuse to take each and every time. That was ever his way. He might have moved after saying goodnight if such a thing were possible for him, but as it is he's stuck leaning on the wall, head and shoulder resting against it. ]
Hmm... I hope so. That would be a pleasant dream.
that's true maybe he won't moan into the phone this time
He feels terrible, and the thought of counting Ultimates makes him feel a little sicker. ]
Hm, I suppose I won't be having any pleasant dreams tonight.
[ He laughs softly. Ah, but his guest has done all that he needs to now... ]
Sweet dreams, Komaeda-kun.
[ He may have them in Hiyori's place. ]